Incendio Voraz
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"You told me to write more. So I did." — for Joy
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1Late OnsetLetra
Irresistible unstoppable
hemorrhage
aortic geyser of consonants and vowels
Splashed across the pageLate onset, late bloom
A thought kicks the door
Bibble babble in my teeth
Then it's already more
Bypass the tongue
Let the fingers run
What starts as a spark
Becomes a loaded sunI try to hold it down
It climbs my ribs
From fog to voltage
In one hard flick
A tiny opening
A sudden light
Then it takes my wrist
And writes all nightToo fast, too bright
It won't slow down
(too fast)
Too loud, too sharp
All over now
Late onset
Late onset
I am two selves
In one cracked soundFixation obsession desperation
Bibble babble leaping to the fingers
Bypassing tongue and brainIrresistible spill
On the clean white page
A small-town riot
In a rib-cage cage
Consonants race
Vowels break loose
Every line I touch
Turns to something trueLiterary homicide writ
small across the cellular
constrained only by the screen size and lifeFrom fog to high voltage arcing
medulla to cortex
Uninterrupted by corpus or awarenessAbruptly gone into the aether
from which they oppressed
Momentary clarity 'tween two selvesAnd then it vanishes
Just as quick
One blink of fire
One final click
I stand there stunned
With open hands
A page of ash
And a pulse that ranToo fast, too bright
It won't slow down
(too fast)
Too loud, too sharp
All over now
Late onset
Late onset
I am two selves
In one cracked soundFor a second I see
The seam in me
The watcher, the wildfire
The space between
Not one, not split
Just briefly clear
A nameless hush
Then it disappearsToo fast, too bright
It won't slow down
(too fast)
Too loud, too sharp
All over now
Late onset
Late onset
I am two selves
In one cracked sound
Late onset
Late onset
Then gone, then gone - Letra e historia →
2Word SaladLetra
Word salad
'Splosive dipthongs
Furlong fricatives
Klicks longjohns
Heavy tongs fathom
Pathos flyweight
Angel flight bathos
Smooth tone?Gotta lot going on
Going on
What's going on
Goin' onWord salad
Exploding dribbling
Dabbling hovering
Hiding evading
Malevolent
Traitorous soundsEchoing without meaning
Throat choking panic
Smell of smoke
Stroke melting brain
Meaning it's there
Just say itWord salad
Word salad
Word salad
Say it, say it, say itFind it
Alliterative
Phonic snakes
Slipping awayFrom the gnarled
Grasping hand of fate
To sit rocking
In a chair
Drooling cryingWithout the flipping words
To say it
Say it
Say itMine mind
Excavate
Exterminate
FUCK!Word salad
Word salad
Word salad
Say it, say it, say itFind it
Alliterative
Phonic snakes
Slipping awayGotta lot going on
Going on
What's going on
Goin' onWord salad
In my mouth
Word salad
In my chestWord salad
Word salad
Word salad
Say it, say it, say itFind it
Alliterative
Phonic snakes
Slipping awayWord salad
Word salad
Word salad - Letra e historia →
3AusenciaLetra
What is not nothing?
Even zed is a necessity
A cipher of such obviousnessAnd simultaneous complexity
How did we survive millennia
Sin ella, cero?
Tell me what staysAusencia, ausencia
What is not nothing?
Ausencia, ausencia
Even zed is a necessity
A cipher of such obviousness
(so obvious)
And simultaneous complexityHow did we survive millennia
Sin ella, cero?
To say nothing of Nfr
That's another bit.And if the void has a shape
It wears a name I know
A tiny mark, a missing place
That still won't let me go
ZeroAusencia, ausencia
What is not nothing?
Ausencia, ausencia
Even zed is a necessity
A cipher of such obviousness
(so obvious)
And simultaneous complexity - Letra e historia →
4Lo que me mataLetra
Aracne
María, María
un tercio del país se llama así,
pero ninguna teje como vos.
No arguments won. Every battle lost.
Pasado, presente, futuro — da igual.
Agarró la trama y la torció a su antojo.
Tramposa. Cheater.Y dale, otra vez me tiene en jaque la diosa esta.
No hay cancha donde yo le gane
ella teje, yo me hago un despelote.
Trama y urdimbre, y yo, pobre gil,
enganchado en su telaraña como un mosquito.
Atenea bordándome la derrota
con esa sonrisita de costado, la muy viva.Y lo peor, lo más hermoso, lo que me mata:
me deja ganar
no, mentira, me deja perder, a propósito.
Y yo, contento, me dejo.
Atada con un piolín la victoria, y me la regala igual.Y dale, otra vez me tiene en jaque la diosa esta.
No hay cancha donde yo le gane
ella teje, yo me hago un despelote.
Hilo, huso, trama y urdimbre,
y yo, pobre gil, enganchado en la telaraña como un mosquito.
Atenea bordándome la derrota
con esa sonrisita de costado, la muy viva.Y lo peor, lo más hermoso, lo que me mata:
me deja ganar
no, mentira, me deja perder, a propósito.
Y yo, contento, me dejo.
Atada con un piolín la victoria, y me la regala igual.No arguments can be won.
Every battle is lost.
Past, present, future — it matters not.
She has seized the weft and warped it to her will.
Cheater — pero mi tramposa,
la que me teje y me desteje igual.Lo peor, lo más hermoso, lo que me mata:
me deja ganar
no, mentira, me deja perder, a propósito.
Y yo, contento, me dejo.
me deja ganar
no, mentira, me deja perder, a propósito.
Atada con un piolín la victoria, y me la regala igual.Lo peor…
lo más hermoso…
lo que me mata.
María. - Letra e historia →
5Adelantado de la PoesíaLetra
[Intro]
Adelantado de la Poesía……
(spoken, flat) Wanker.[Verse 1]
Plundering pacifistic pirate
Proudly pontificating
Purple prose
Preening precious ponce
Prancing peacock plumage
Ponderous prattle[Pre-Chorus]
Pompous pilgrim, penniless prince
Peddling pentameter, pontificating since—
Since, since…. ever[Chorus]
Adelantado de la Poesía……
Wanker[Verse 2]
Pilfered pathos, pawned-off pain
Plundering the pantry of a failing alliterative old man's brain
Preening in the mirror, who's that prat?
Plumage all a-quiver — oh.
Ohhhhhhh
He's all that.[Pre-Chorus]
Herald of himself, his own advance guard
Planting flags in puddles, claiming it's hard—
Hard, hard…. work[Chorus]
Adelantado de la Poesía……
Wanker[Bridge]
Neruda trembles, Sor Juana sighs
Cyclops tears streaming from
His cerulean eye
Move over, giants — make some space
For six pence of pamphlet and a punchable face[Outro]
Adelantado de la nunca…
Herald of nada
Mírate — look at you
Adelantado de la Poesía……
(quieter) …wanker.Fair enough, fair, fair enough
he's definitely all that
He, heee's all that!Adelantado de la Poesía
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6Brilliant WomanLetra
The one for me, most alluring, arousing
My brilliant woman.
Smarter than me, quick, a mind
Fast that pops and sizzles like drops of water on a hot skillet.You walk in with your eyebrow quirked
And the room goes still
Love the dress, love the hips
It's the mind that killsYou read me in one glance
You know the score
Every little answer
Makes me want you moreYou think so quick
I can barely keep up
Every word you hit
Got me feeling that rushI love your fire
Yeah, you light me up
When you prove me wrong
I can't get enoughSmoking hot, hot
Brilliant woman, hot
You make my pulse talk
Smoking hot, hotFast mind, wicked grin
Got me falling in
Smoking hot, hot
Brilliant woman, hotYou name every star
In the sky I miss
You turn a hard thought
Into a perfect kissI'm leaning in close
Just to hear you say
One more genius line
And I'm gone that wayYou don't try to shine
Just effortless you pull me near
Like a match to silk
A frisson of fearYou think so quick
I can barely keep up
Every word you hit
Got me feeling that rushAnd I love your fire
Yeah, you light me up
When you prove me wrong
I can't get enoughSmoking hot, hot
Brilliant woman, hot
You make my pulse talk
Smoking hot, hotFast mind, wicked grin
Got me falling in
Smoking hot, hot
Brilliant woman, hotSay it one more time
Let me hear that brain
Every little question
Drives me insaneYou don't just glow
You make heat rise
Brain like a scimitar
And honey in your eyesSmoking hot, hot
Brilliant woman, hot
You make my pulse talk
Smoking hot, hotFast mind, wicked grin
Got me falling in
Smoking hot, hot
Brilliant woman, hot - Letra e historia →
7The Water Runs DeepLetra
Morning fog 'pon the salty bay
Evocative and yet a bit
Oppressive
It wasn't that I was
It was, I was, wasn't I?
Oft burnt away by the sun
A shroud quickly removed
By the bright raysI would, I could, I should
I can, I will, I shan't, I shouldn't
Yet there are those days
Dim days
Damp days
Sounds muffled thought foggedIt doesn't lift and I wonder
I wonder, I wonder
The water runs deep
The confusion deeper
It seems
It seems
I wonder, I wonderWork upon my brow, abreast across my beam
I wasn't, I shan't, I can't
The water runs deep, the confusion
Deeper
It seems. Ponder.
Avast- ahoy!
Words and phrases
The detritus of a literary life
Leap, gamble and writhe
Like barracuda at playThe flotsam and jetsam of an inquiring mind
Amorphous notions bob to the surface
Of cognition in turmoil
Beset and afroth
Whitecaps without rhythm
Tangled. Twisted and tangledIt doesn't lift and I wonder
I wonder, I wonder
The water runs deep
The confusion deeper
It seems
It seems
I wonder, I wonderIn my mind
The motes dance merrily
Or mauldenly?
Inward gaze
Navel gaze
It seems
Dimly dancing
Twisted and tangledShine bright, the beam
The motes
They dance
They can
They must
They should
I shan't
I could
I can't
Dim grows the beam
Slow the motes dim
Was I ever
Bright? - Letra e historia →
8Midnight DrearyLetra
Once upon a 3am dreary
I arose from bed my heart afeary
Full of dread and anxious
Something. Something weary
Once upon a midnight dreary
I lay akimbo on my couch aweary
Cast my eyes heavenwards
And released a fulsome sigh2 legged or 4
Women are never a bore
Less than efficacious
Mi amor
Mi cieloOnce upon a midnight dreary
Once upon a midnight dreary
You walked in like trouble
And I liked it already
Roses are red
Violets are blue
This isn't the best time to tell you
But you've got an attitudeI tried to stay solemn
Tried to play it cool
But your grin hit harder
Than a house cat's rule
You took my gloom
And gave it a name
Now my little disaster
Wears a softer flame2 legged or 4
Women are never a bore
Less than efficacious
Mi amor
Mi cieloOnce upon a midnight dreary
Once upon a midnight dreary
You walked in like trouble
And I liked it already
Roses are red
Violets are blue
This isn't the best time to tell you
But you've got an attitudeMaybe I should hush now
Maybe I should flee
But your sharp little orbit
Keeps circling me
So take my bad timing
Take my panic too
I came here with a sigh
I'm leaving here with youOnce upon a midnight dreary
Once upon a midnight dreary
You walked in like trouble
And I liked it already
Roses are red
Violets are blue
This isn't the best time to tell you
But you've got an attitude
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Tracey Langhorne · Chapel Hill, North Carolina · 1988