Edouard Bastarache on mon 7 aug 00
Title: Marks.. (the first day before creation...)
At the beginning, the clay was naked and round,
Then the man decided that it was to rotate on itself .
Annoyed by this hallucinating movement, he caught it with both his nimble
hands.
The clay, surprised by such an amount of familiarity, was very moved by it.
After some resistance it gave up,
Overcome by the powerful stranglings of the man.
Then he imposed on it to be flat and it was flat, crushed, rolled...
Later he dug in it with his fingers and it became hollow,
Even later he raised it between both his hands and it became higher and more
beautiful,
Then he compressed it to make it bulbous, and it became bulbous and
generous.
At the end the man satisfied by such docility decided that it would not
rotate any more
And the clay was immobilized, hollow, high and bulbous.
Transformed by the hands of the man, the clay had become the stamp of his
being and
of his phantasms.
Baked and hardened by fire it would offer immortality to him...
The day after, everything was forgotten, another creator took command and
started
over all the work.
The man became a simple observer and the round and naked clay as before
began to rotate,
but for eternity.
Smart, occasional and sunday poet.
smart2000@wanadoo.fr
France
Later,
Edouard Bastarache
Dans / In "La Belle Province"
edouardb@sorel-tracy.qc.ca
http://www.sorel-tracy.qc.ca/~edouardb/
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