Long Emanations Poems

 Translation of Eric Mottram’s HOMAGE TO PAUL ELUARD by T. Wignesan

(Note: Here, I retain EM’s translations into English from Paul Eluard’s poems and his source language quotations from “this vital spirits…” onwards, for, according...

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Within my quasi moat toad lily padded immediate environs

Meaning the corporeal complex edifice
housing these lovely bones, 
where linkedin logorrhea ably
strives to break out 
in meaningless song 
yobble hum hum diddle dee dee
and dance courtesy 
an...

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Starting this unSabbath day
unusually seduced by full-color compassion,
with some competing-for-time distractions
in more sadly usual role recessions,
raises weak-day wellness questions
with healthy answering co-passion,
responsive responses more resiliently weekend resonations
than pathological ego-manic fear emanations
about my immediate physical future...

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Recurrent sneezing fit courtesy freshly mowed grass

circa June 20th, 2022
prompted me to stutter 
self addressed rapid fire gesundheit
nsync with, spluttering
“I don't have any allergies!”

An infinitesimal slight speck tickled 
nostril follicle – activated via an itty...

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Anomalous poetic contrivance evokes...
googling inept kickstarted lame outré jaunty hokum

(alternately titled:
Random screenshot within me noggin
instantaneously transforming, 
née devolving into gobbledygook.)

I got born with poker faced physiognomy,
no matter yours truly doth not play cards
though self same...

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Sinister voices heard...

and ethereal disembodied spirits seen
from the other side of the woods
said phantasmagorical sound and sight
particularly experienced every Halloween.

Though dog tired
ready for the nocturnal sandman,
but before succumbing to countless winks
namely, quintessentially, telepathically 
fictitious mythical...

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I adopt dainty etiquette
when quenching thirst or dining
to buzzfeed growling beast
inside me tummy.

The missus requests obedience
raising both my little fingers in the air
upon taking beverage or repast to lips.

Additionally, she also requires I
(well healed husband...

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Hurriedly enroute to her royal majesty
porcelain goddess throne
whereupon earlier today
March 28th, 2022,
after incomplete defecation
sitting pretty on pissoir,
I jiggled and wiggled posterior

(analogous to performing
the bum bared hustle)
until gasping for breath
though unable to shake loose
dangling dingleberry yours...

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An infinitesimal slight speck tickled 
nostril follicle – activated via an itty 
bitty, nitty gritty dirt band noah bigger 
than a mole luck yule set in motion a 
chain reaction, whence mine sensitive 
proboscis honker...

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As par and parcel of being
    alive wire impossible aye
to maintain totally tubularly
     literarily celibate by and bye
with parochial restraint antiseptic dry
as dust poetic refrains
   ...

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Once there was an elder who possessed a fortune vast.
He was the proprietor of lands he had amassed,
dwellings and retainers and a mansion huge and wide
but with just a single doorway to depart outside.

Though this...

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It was the darkest night of the year, and the light was eclipsed but the haunting moon was so near. Lagging 
hope faded, and the jading stillness increased my fear. Twas a warm, muggy night...

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'Twas a dark and stormy night! (OK!  So I'm being a tad histrionic!)
The Earl of Pence was lounging by the fire sipping his gin and tonic.
Lightning flashed and thunder roared sending shivers down his...

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Barefoot on the paving slab chill, concrete
feet feel frostbite emanations in their callused souls;
rooftop mystique clamours silent slate triangles,
perched the stray cat observers, red-eyes smoking coals.
Down to the river's edge where swaying reeds
feed mongrel contemplations...

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Listen to sterile silence
nursing homebound fans
wavering white noiselessness
of silent futile passing

Absence of passion
hope
care
happiness
or creased
and reasoned 
nearing deceased sadness.

Hear this void of madness,
lack of hunger
or parched thirst
for conversation
splendid nutrition
scandalous emission
empowering immigration
enlightened emigration
or angry fear emanation
of forced...

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'Twas a dark and stormy night! (OK - so I'm being a tad histrionic!)
The Earl of Pence was lounging by the fire sipping his gin and tonic.
Lightning flashed and thunder roared sending shivers down his...

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Anal lies zing constipation
     nothing to poo poo about,
cuz when bedeviled by
     colorectal obstruction 
     without wasted doubt,
that malodorous, 
   ...

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All hallows eve festooned, spooked sight,
tricked out ghostly haunted house fright
especially 'pon dark and stormy night
courtesy creation gnarled skeletal hands
iron grip strength steely bewitched might
fashioned superior eerie abode I write

vampire fangs drip blood, hooked warty
nose,...

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shattered glass
glints of sunlight
on a once whole window

no more to look through
no more to illuminate
the swirling afternoon's
clouds of rising tobacco smoke

the now cold cup of coffee
the doorbell that doesn't know
to ring
the knocks that never arrive

the...

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Only in arrogance is presumption considered intellect
a cold verbiage approach scientific
this sun is dead
vestige only of a process
its topographical equations of light and heat
divorced from the inner sanctums of a leaf

Different the dark age of...

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On certain days, I’m moved only by a tailwind,
The breathing of the sky, the cadence of my heart.
On special days, I know only the imagined,
The sanguine waltz cascading from the start. 

Some days, I just...

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The Ancestors:

We are blessed with a lineage of light. Genetically connected to the ethers. As plasma from our sun runs through our veins, sacred knowledge fills our brains, as information is downloaded from our ancestral...

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I’m definitely eraser old skool

My muse keystrokes
are quirky cool

Padawan woodpecker
tap ... tap ... tap
on dense ears of educated fools

Principled pencil-head me
will cursive 
rap ... rap ... rap
on toes of uneducated, dull tools

That’s just a guaranteed...

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The mind is what you make it
The mind is a blank book at the time of birth
We are the authors we write what we will


the mind 
the mind is like clay 
shaped by every 
encounter...

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There’s a cult fever chill
in the Assyrian air
Coven chants of Rabshakeh croaks
are placebo heard
‘round the alabaster oval frond

Toadie tongues swallow
swarm of fly words,
a-blowing Nineveh ill
Maggot tone larvae of lies 
carried on an opiate pulse wind,
which...

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