Saturday, January 22, 2011

Do You Have To Have A License To Buy A Platypus?

will write


owned by Marian Image Ramentol
I have to buy flowers and dark, I must not forget the "tipex" with which to correct
the first light, the first signs
discernible, relatable and
decoded under pain of the magnifier memory known my defeats.
How difficult is finding the ideal makeup for
stones
hard time passing them by butterflies, flying them
blazing air of sadness
while decreasing its rough texture
and the lightness is wrong and the houses.
I have to untie the parentheses
before checkout, with a
just enough to hold me the story I am,
and if nobody is looking I will write again,
score
less demonstrative
transparency extending my statement to the extreme thinness
is now so fashionable, so I will
plant and invisible to the readers
automatic bar code,

can so that it passes
gagged
moth and the cashier turn a deaf ear
before eccentric movements of my rotten bones.
Marian Ramentol
unpublished poems.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Can Drinkin Cause Black Stool

NEW BLOOD REMAINS TO BE BURIED

owned by Marian Ramentol image, taken from the musical poetic spectacle
With all the names in a kiss
held in 2010 at The Rec run by local People's Theatre (Barcelona) and based on the poems with my name bent over the bed, drawn from the study of the work of Luis Rosales.

We
growing toward the dead.
The pain is like licking acid heart patterned fabric, is the snow chain on my breasts when I inventory
my sewers and the words feel cold weaned because living truth hurt, and we like and we will .
The blood that remains to bury
also has a name, a couple of epitaphs,
winter lashes, tears and stains on the wall
, miracles
finding the world and has given
and a vacuum that has never seen the ocean quieted
, twisted, the failings
Spelling find us, delivered on and final year. Marian Ramentol
-------------------------------------------- ------------------- Poem poems belonging to
With my name on the bed bent

, won the national award Chords (Espiel). 2010.