Sep 18, 2012

FUTURIST FLOWERS- Giacomo Balla

 
1.

Sex ship
            four-pronged
                        fuschia
                        shibboleth
            like a clock of need
                        transportive
                        the litter of the stars’
            spit drips
                        on the landing
                                    pad
                                                take me there
with you

2.

                        Kapow
for the heart tree
            the green falls
            like a man
            like a poison
dart frog in
            the war
                        of its shadow—
a sheaf of nasty
            A’s


3.

Shivering candelabra
            sweats a balm
a rude candy
            sconce
a saw of sugar
            rips the plain
            evening
                        what has burned
roughed up
            by puckering ice

 
4.

The palm shields
            this firey nakedness
like a government
            a cup with a point
the salt of dry lips
            history &
                        honesty
            the tongue taste
                        of a knife
edge

 
5.

            Uncertain staff
the night of
            a slept-through
day
            the backwards
                        figure
bows or strikes

 
6.

            A mothering
                        lollipop
fans
            the humped-up
            beads
it sits in the belly

            gesso

                        a thousand years

7.

            An idea
                        a scoriation

the sitting Buddha
                       
                        sells you
                                    carbohydrates


 
8.

A tree of explosions
            all the white
            destiny
                        the fruit in quadrants
                        like a land
war propped up
            on the mace
of a rocket
            certain feet
a crown of morning
                        stars

9.

            Two fates
                        like a parliament
what it shades
            what it buries
                        the middle

                                    is a funny wand


 
10.

            The terror
                        of the mother
                                    seed
a sailor’s star
                        coming
            on unidentified
a pinwheel
            like a god
that god
            who forgets you

as sure as it moves on
            a tired trooper

in the square for dancing



2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Todas las imágenes son de obras originales de Giacomo Balla?
Gracias

Mark said...

Sí, me lo han dicho. Las esculturas se encuentran en el Museo Hirshhorn en Washington, D.C.