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Ioan Flora
Beyond any Romanitic Tradition The Image of the Glass Shimmering
Beyond any Romanitic Tradition
To be. Beside a leaf, beside a flower, close to the stars at night. To be rain equal to itself. To be in the light. To touch the void before you learn.
Here it’s blue. Everything seems to me of much less importance than the fact I exist. No system of philosophy can be equal to the purity and savagery of the flesh. Here it’s blue. I exist beyond any romantic tradition.
translated by Adam J. Sorkin and Elena Bortã
The Image of the Glass Shimmering A strong aroma of baked apples. At midday, my communion with what I’m accustomed to call earth, freedom, cosmic space. Eye contains mountain, cover of snow. Objects indistinct in contour. It comes to me I could get cornered by words.
Hand relaxed. This fluid state. No cause for silence. A wave of heat sets the image of the glass shimmering.
translated by Adam J. Sorkin and Elena Bortã
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