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She feels the world gradually slip inside her, first the streets, then the skyscrapers. As though from a distance she, herself, closes in on her body and slips inside herself. Her body glows, thickens, expands. But no, her body is the same. It is she who extends in all directions, who is both inside and outside her body. She feels present, feels visible in the world. She’s in the gestures of the body, in its movements. Her heart palpitations soothe her. She thinks of it as her guardian animal beating its wings inside her chest, soothing away the pain. She, the watcher, watches the inner dweller, and watches itself watching the others. She is full of people.
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tu zināsi, ka tas ir beidzies, kad iestums zupu.
čīkstošus sudraba ratiņus ar kūpošu brīnumu,
garaiņus, kas vilina matērijā
un tad, lai tev pietur galvu
un lej iekšā pa vienai karotītei
un cenšas pierunāt atvērt acis
mākoņa apsēsto
čīkstošus sudraba ratiņus ar kūpošu brīnumu,
garaiņus, kas vilina matērijā
un tad, lai tev pietur galvu
un lej iekšā pa vienai karotītei
un cenšas pierunāt atvērt acis
mākoņa apsēsto
April 27th, 2026
March 22nd, 2026
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Briesmīga istaba pamostoties
Cik briesmīga istaba pamostoties
Tūlīt visi atnāks
Tās tik ir paģiras kaut no alkohola ne vēsts
Mēs te uzņemam filmu
Pēc minūtes es nākšu ārā
Es tagad nāku ārā
(eduards aivars)
Briesmīga istaba pamostoties
Cik briesmīga istaba pamostoties
Tūlīt visi atnāks
Tās tik ir paģiras kaut no alkohola ne vēsts
Mēs te uzņemam filmu
Pēc minūtes es nākšu ārā
Es tagad nāku ārā
(eduards aivars)
March 7th, 2026
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the fear, the wasting away, the tortured extinction, the obstinate means of resistance, the naive beIief, the famines that go unmentioned, the trepidation, the stubborn determination to learn, the imprisonments, the hopeless struggles, the withdrawal and isolation, the arrogant powers, the blind wealth, the maintenance of the status quo, the numbness, the hidden ideologies, the flaunted ideologies, the crime, the whole mess, the ways of being racist, the sIums, the sophisticated techniques, the sirnpIe games, the subtle games, the desertions and betrayals, the unshrinking lives, the schools that work, the schools in ruin, the power plots, the prizes for excellence, the children they shoot, the computers, the classroorns with neither paper nor pencils, the exacerbated starvation, the tracking of quarry, the strokes of Iuck, the ghettos, the assimilations, the immigrations, the Earth's illnesses, the religions, the mind's illnesses, the musics of passion, the rages of what we so simply call Iibido, the pleasures of our urges and athletic pleasures, and so many other infinite variations of life and death. That these commonplaces, whose quantities are both countless and precise, in fact produced this Roar, in which we could still hear intoned every language in the world.
E. Glissant, "Poetics of Relation"
E. Glissant, "Poetics of Relation"