from ARC / michele marinelli. 2010

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Animaux noirs / Pascal Leclercq. 2009

PASCAL LECLERCQ, Animali neri, traduzione e introduzione di Andrea Inglese, La Camera Verde, Roma 2009.

 

Je vis dans le pays du corps interrompu, de la parole hachée où se mêlent bréchets, nervures, cartilages et tendons. Les morceaux fins, on se rue dessus dès la mort, restent les chairs vulgaires qu’on remâche à tout cran, les phalanges passées au rasoir, courbées en deux, pliées en trois, extirpées de leur gaine.
Je viens dans le pays des viandes triturées, j’apporte les œufs, le lait, le persil et la mie, qui donnent texture et saveur aux chairs, forme et substance aux phrases, et je pétris, malaxe, lutte pour maîtriser le flux musculeux de la langue, qui rend les mots méconnaissables, habitants du pays des corps interrompus.

Vivo nel paese del corpo interrotto, della parola spezzata, in cui si mischiano carene, nervature, cartilagini e tendini. Sui bocconi migliori, ci si getta appena morti, restano le carni volgari che si rimasticano con grinta, le falangi passate al rasoio, curvate in due, piegate in tre, estirpate dalla guaina.
Vengo nel paese delle carni triturate, porto le uova, il latte, il prezzemolo e la mollica, che danno struttura e sapore alle carni, forma e sostanza alle frasi, e mescolo, impasto, combatto per domare il flusso muscoloso della lingua che rende le parole irriconoscibili, abitanti del paese dei corpi interrotti.

 

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da YOU ARE A LITTLE BIT HAPPIER THAN I AM / Tao Lin. 2006. III

things you have emailed me

have you ever heard a rabbit scream, it is horrible

the only way to read wittgenstein is in a wooden chair with coffee. a hard wooden chair. you have to sit straight and hate yourself the whole time. i don’t know why it’s important to hate yourself while reading him, but it works better when you do

but what is the definition of stupidity: ‘you make stupid goals and on the way to achieving them you make stupid mistakes and in the end you’re just stupid’

i woke up to no emails, the horror

thanks for the anus compliment

if i gave you a blurb it would say, ‘after reading tao lin’s bed i went to my room, drank, looked out the window, then broke something my dad gave me when i was five’

i think i am going to write a book about how stupid and little i am. how i do nothing. about making pizzas, holding pepperoni, in my hand, placing it on the pizza

you have to query an agent, then the agent accepts you, then the agent submits to an editor, then if the editor likes it, they submit to the publishers. what the fuck is all this shit?

i can’t see lorrie moore or joy williams killing someone. if someone was killing their kids, and they got the gun, they would not shoot. they would panic. and the robber would take the gun back and they would be dead

but in your writing and talking to you. i think you would shoot the person. i think you could knife a person if you knew there were no consequences if they were annoying you bad enough. and also, i think if you were bored enough, you would rob small stores for something to do

i went to poetry.com to look at old poems i wrote like six years ago. i looked up your name. you have poems there too.

the shemale looked better than half the girls i’ve had sex with

i want to design the perfect gun to commit suicide with. so you don’t have to use your toes and it is a certain death

they find dead people all the time in abandoned buildings in youngstown. a group of people will be smoking crack, and one dies. the crackheads take the crackheads and leave them in an abandoned building. they don’t call the police, they might send them to jail. i think it is the crack head code of honor

i used to work with retards for money, not because i care for retards. we would go bowling, and the retards bowl 140s and get strikes. i can only bowl like 90 and get no strikes. one day one of the retards called me a retard for doing something stupid

i want to sell books in europe. at least i will not know the retardation of my readers then. and i can still be a pizza boy. and no one will know at the shop i write books and have a blog. they will treat me like i am stupid and call me a dumbass when i put green peppers on a pepperoni pizza. and i will smile, because someone thinks i’m stupid and useless. sometimes i fuck up at work and say a big word, and people stare at me and ask me how i know that, i tell them what it means, and walk away quickly

last night a cute girl in a gas station was being polite and laughing while trying to talk with me and i said, ‘yeah.’ and walked out of the store

we speak because we’re angry, depressed, alienated, and we would probably kill ourselves, but we go on to see if we might get published. those are good common values that we share

i want to write a book where some guy is running at aliens shooting screaming, ‘you dirty bastard aliens!’

i’m growing an anton chekhov facial hair pattern

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cose che mi hai scritto per mail

hai mai sentito un urlo di coniglio, è orribile

l’unico modo di leggere wittgenstein è su una sedia di legno con del caffè. una sedia di legno duro. devi stare seduto diritto ed odiarti per tutto il tempo. non so perché è importante odiarti mentre lo leggi, ma funziona meglio se lo fai

ma qual è la definizione di stupidità: ‘ti poni degli obiettivi stupidi e nel tuo percorso per raggiungerli fai degli errori stupidi e alla fine sei solo stupido’

mi sono svegliato senza mail, l’orrore

grazie per i complimenti sull’ano

se ti scrivessi un soffietto direbbe, ‘dopo aver letto bed di tao lin sono andato in camera mia, ho bevuto, ho guardato fuori dalla finestra, poi ho rotto una cosa che mi diede mio padre quando avevo cinque anni’

credo che scriverò un libro su quanto sono stupido e piccino. quanto non faccia niente. sul fare le pizze, tenere i peperoni, in mano, metterli sulla pizza

devi fare domanda presso un agente, quindi l’agente ti accetta, quindi l’agente ti propone a un editor, quindi se all’editor piaci, ti sottopongono agli editori. che cazzo è tutta questa merda?

non ce li vedo lorrie moore o joy williams che uccidono qualcuno. se qualcuno stesse uccidendo i loro figli, e loro avessero un pistola, non sparerebbero. andrebbero in panico. ed il ladro si riprenderebbe la pistola e loro sarebbero morti

ma nel tuo scrivere e nel parlare con te. credo che tu spareresti alla persona. credo che potresti accoltellare una persona se sapessi che non ci sarebbero conseguenze se ti stessero scocciando a sufficienza. e anche, credo che se tu fossi sufficientemente annoiato, faresti delle rapine in piccoli negozi per fare qualcosa

sono andato su poetry.com per vedere delle vecchie poesie che ho scritto tipo sei anni fa. ho cercato il tuo nome. anche tu hai lì delle poesie.

il trans aveva un aspetto migliore di metà delle ragazze con cui ho fatto del sesso

voglio progettare il perfetto fucile per commettere suicidio. così non devi usare gli alluci ed è morte certa

trovano sempre gente morta nei palazzi abbandonati di youngstown. un gruppo di persone sarà stato lì a fumare il crack, e uno sarà morto. gli sballati prendono gli sballati morti e li lasciano in un palazzo abbandonato. non chiamano la polizia, potrebbe mandarli in prigione. credo che sia il codice d’onore degli sballati

lavoravo con i ritardati per soldi, non perché mi importasse dei ritardati. potevamo andare al bowling, e i ritardati sarebbero arrivati a 140 e avrebbero fatto degli strike. io riesco ad arrivare tipo a 90 e non faccio strike. una volta uno dei ritardati mi ha chiamato ritardato per aver fatto qualcosa di stupido

voglio vendere libri in europa. almeno non saprò quanto sono ritardati i miei lettori così. e posso continuare a lavorare in pizzeria. e nessuno in bottega saprà che scrivo libri e che ho un blog. mi tratteranno come se fossi scemo e mi chiameranno testa di cazzo quanto metto i peperoncini verdi su una pizza ai peperoni. e io sorriderò, perché qualcuno crede che sono scemo e inutile. a volte faccio casino al lavoro e dico un parolone, e la gente mi fissa e mi chiede come faccio a saperlo, io gli dico cosa significa, e me ne vado via alla svelta

ieri sera una ragazza carina alla stazione di servizio stava facendo la gentile con me e rideva mentre cercava di parlarmi e io ho detto ‘già’. e sono uscito dal negozio

parliamo perché siamo arrabbiati, depressi, alienati, e potremmo anche ucciderci, ma andiamo avanti per vedere se potremmo essere pubblicati. quelli sono i buoni valori comuni che condividiamo

voglio scrivere un libro in cui un qualche tizio corre verso gli alieni sparando urlando ‘schifosi alieni bastardi!’

mi sto facendo crescere un taglio di barba alla anton cechov

[You are a little happier than I am / Tao Lin. – Action, 2006] [traduzione di Gherardo Bortolotti]

da SENTENCES AND PARAGRAPHS / Gertrude Stein. 1931

from Sentences and paragraphs : a sentence is not emotional a paragraph is / Gertrude Stein

Dates of what they bought.

They will be ready to have him. We think so.
He looks like a young man grown old. That is a sentence that they could use.
I was overcome with remorse. It was my fault that my wife did not have a cow. This sentence they cannot use.
A repetition of prettiness makes it repeated. With them looking.
A repetition of sweetness makes it not repeating but attractive and making soup and dreaming coincidences. The sentence will be saved. He raises his head and lifts it. A sentence is not whether it is beautiful. Beautiful is not thought without asking as if they are well able to be forgiving.
George Maratier in America.
The sexual life of Genia Berman.
A book of George Hugnet.
The choice of Eric Haulville.
The wealth of Henri d’Ursel.
The relief of Harry Horwood.
The mention of Walter Winterberg. The renown of Bernard Fay. The pleasure of prophecy concerning Rene Crevel. Titles are made of sentences without interruption. Sucking is dangerous. The danger of sucking.
With them.
In itself.
Within itself. A part of sentence may be a sentence without their meaning. Think of however they went away.
It looks like a garden but he had hurt himself by accident.
Every sentence has a beginning. Will he begin.
Every sentence which has a beginning make it be left more to them.
I return to sentences as a refreshment.
Howard opposes the less.
That is nice.
George is wonderfully well.
How does he like ability.
A sentence should be arbitrary it should not please be better.
It should not be disturbed.
A sentence has colors when they mean I liked it as selling salt should be very little used in dishes.
That is one of the best I have done.
Pleasantly or presently.
How or have. A sentence is.
Made or make a meaning.
Now feebly commence a sentence.
How has he hurried. That is a paragraph because it means yes. How has he hurried.
Now for a sentence. Welcome to hurry. That is either a sentence or a part of a sentence if it is a part of a sentence the sentence is he is welcome to hurry. Welcome is in itself a part of a sentence. She prefers them. I have told her where the place which is meant is.
Welcome when they come. Are they welcome when they come. A sentence instead of increases. It should be if they are. Welcome when the come. That so easily makes a paragraph. Try again.
They made made them when they were by them. This is a sentence. It has no use in itself because made is said two times.
Way-laid made it known as quince-cake. This is a perfect sentence because it refers to regretting. They regret what they have given. So far there is no need for a paragraph. I cannot see him. This is a paragraph.
Think of a use for a paragraph. A sentence is exhausted by have they been there with him.
A useful and useful if you add house you have a paragraph. He looks like his brother. That is a whole sentence.
Dogs get tired and want to sleep. This is not a sentence to be abused.
He has had his portrait painted by a Frenchman a Dutchman an Englishman and an American.
Pleases by its sense. This is a fashion in sentences.
A dog which you have never had before has sighed. This is a fixture in sentences it is like a porcelain in plaster. All this together has no reverses. What is the difference between reserve and reverse. They can be beguiled.
Beguiled and belied. It was famous that a woman who was a wife to him.
A veritable hope. Hurry with a sentence.
This are our announcements.
A sentence. She owes him to her.
A sentence. He ought to own mines.
He heard her come in. Laughed is a word.
If a word reminds you that is a preparation which they do in time so that it is with all.
Candied is a word we were mistaking she can have a lake.
There is no use in weapons of precision for them formerly.
Think of imagination as has to do for you. Door handles which he likes.
Now there is no use in stopping when they went in.
She mentioned edging edging is used in having sewing surrounding something. It is very difficult to think twice.
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