Hugh Scott-Douglas, installation view of 8:1x IN 1:2x CM (CONTAINER 1/3), 2017. Black Magic patina and protective lacquer on mild steel, 51 3/8 x 122 1/4 x 48 inches. © Hugh Scott-Douglas, Courtesy of the artist and Blum & Poe, Los Angeles/New York/Tokyo. Photo: Joshua White/JWPictures.com.
it came from that way and goes this way
the lukewarm thought
If the brain were
a perforated can of olive oil
that issues the thickness of its greenish liquid
onto a series of dislocated words, no.
an electrician isn’t an electrician
but rather a man that works as an electrician
though in the night he thinks
that his veins are cables
that transmit residual watts
from his daily work.
If the tomato sauce
doesn’t dye the noodles
without ideas is its velocity.
Naked eyes can’t see
an entire lightning bolt.
Lightning is liquid time.
All of this is refutable.
If it’s true
that lightning comes
from behind to become
a blaze of light in the black day
then lightning defines
the symbols of the future.
A lightning bolt is one
it doesn’t belong to a species
Each lightning bolt
is the lightning bolt
of the same lightning bolt.
Branches of the same source of light.
The coast exists. He saw the red beach
transform itself into a fundamentalist beach
and it’s a beach in
nothing, in a beach;
no man’s land without customs full of sand
lice, sea sponges, flying-ants, a place
where your friends from grammar school
can talk safely about police brutality
Words that come out of the teeth
words that come out of the septum
words that come out of the stomach
and not one or almost not one
word that reaches the lungs
A sign that says CLOSED
on one side OPEN
on the other
What is this. Clover.
How does it grow. Let’s see. Clover
or strawberries I don’t know. The plants are there.
He names them and they’re there. He doesn’t name them
and they’re not there.
I’m affiliated with the union
I’m affiliated with
the union of Dubitation
I’m affiliated with the
Union of Dubitation
Translated by Alexis Almeida