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Poem

Roberto Baronti Marchiò

Diet

I’m on a diet.
Drastic.
Fasting.
I want to become unaccustomed
         slowly
                      to life.

Get down to a body
of creased linen
desiccated
        dried up
                        withered

Thin out to fibers.
Touch the apophyses
the dry rachis
the dura mater
all the way to the buttery marrow
to the pulp of the teeth

Disincarnate
dry up to the essence
and turn myself into sharp thought.

Dieta

Dieta

Sto facendo una dieta.
Drastica.
Digiuno.
Voglio disabituarmi
             lentamente
                         alla vita.

Arrivare ad un corpo
di lino sgualcito
riarso
           secco
                    consunto

Ridurmi alle fibre.
Toccare le apofisi
il radiche secco
la dura madre
fino al midollo pastoso
alla polpa dei denti

Disincarnare
asciugarmi all\'essenza
e farmi pensiero affilato.
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Diet

I’m on a diet.
Drastic.
Fasting.
I want to become unaccustomed
         slowly
                      to life.

Get down to a body
of creased linen
desiccated
        dried up
                        withered

Thin out to fibers.
Touch the apophyses
the dry rachis
the dura mater
all the way to the buttery marrow
to the pulp of the teeth

Disincarnate
dry up to the essence
and turn myself into sharp thought.

Diet

I’m on a diet.
Drastic.
Fasting.
I want to become unaccustomed
         slowly
                      to life.

Get down to a body
of creased linen
desiccated
        dried up
                        withered

Thin out to fibers.
Touch the apophyses
the dry rachis
the dura mater
all the way to the buttery marrow
to the pulp of the teeth

Disincarnate
dry up to the essence
and turn myself into sharp thought.
Sponsors
Gemeente Rotterdam
Nederlands Letterenfonds
Stichting Van Beuningen Peterich-fonds
Prins Bernhard cultuurfonds
Lira fonds
Partners
LantarenVenster – Verhalenhuis Belvédère