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Walter Benjamin





Portbou lullaby for Benjamin


eleonora's falcon
held walter's hair
between beak

as she sank
somewhere far
from shelter

gathering ghosts

i have had
pleasure
of being
broken
down
piece by piece

line
after line
(watch walter
walk so slowly
bend down
resting body
against rock
cleaning spectacles
with cloth
squeezing out
of suitcase
hear
him)

breath bird
carries
to cliff

portbou lullaby for benjamin ll

steps
to
sea

who
forgot
who

adorno
didn't answer

arendt
not available

still
sittin on grass
as if preparing
picnic

case not closed

books

papers
singlet
trousers
shirt

something special
in bowl

you're sweating
over everything

woman watches
worried

man
caught
between pages
of book

no one
will write
no one
will write

waiting
for
walter
to come
back

complete
charge

slivers
of skin
survive

calepin
in this
or that
archive abandoned

portbou lullaby for benjamin lll

sovereign tears

still

running
down
cheeks

cold
like
sky

cold
as lead
tetraethyl

cold
as crude

(standard
oil texaco
i g farben)

fine
line

fine line

i give
expression
to
here

here

stones
shiver
in shadow

of paper piling
on
top
of
one

world
sleeping
on feet

another
arcade
entered

death's
angel
cleaning spectacles
with tissue
taunted by silence

haunted by silence

memory
in absentia

refugee
from rocks

hide
beneath branches

brother

points
of light
vanish

walter we
yet young

history's
history
come
clean

come
clean

passing
time
true

petrels
pass
over
water

water
dancing on light
turning away
away

light
slipping
away

i&
i we
are we

these ancient
lips still
shiver

speaking
to shadow
with sea's
teeth

posses
time
possessed

time
bitter
apparition

look out
at harbor

((history
hollow

(ibm
slave labor
stutthof))

you walk towards

storm
petrel

step
by
step

take me
by shoulder
maybe
we
get

away

away

granite
glistens

tears
sweat

steal

your wings
walter

& appear
as another

man is man
berlin brother brecht
said holding bishop
in hand
of losing
game

dust
blown off pages

apparition
machinery

sky
stratagem

sun
chain

seasons
never to be
noted again

sweet brother benjamin
made from steel

exile's
equation

rests
doesn't

sleep

formulate
science of skin

dream dream
slaughter

innocents in kaunas

riga

how
you
learnt
to
love
asja
who didn't

love you
brother benjamin

saying it simply
under leaves


"The only way of knowing a person is to love them without hope."
Walter BenjaminWalter Benjamin


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  • Wow is this a powerful poem! Especially now again, in our time of archetypal images and words purposely out of context, he is so relevant. Even mechanically, it expresses what he worked hard for in terms of turning intentionally (malignantly?) crystallized bits and pieces into a whole story that transmits moaning and morality.

    Here's a really cool, haunting at times, video which illuminates who he was, and what he was about.


    (One Way Street: Fragments for Walter Benjamin)
    https://youtu.be/o8URKZUp5JA
    One Way Street is an exposition of the life and work of German-Jewish Philosopher and Literary critic, Walter Benjamin. Whether in the academic sphere of Moscow, the bookstores of New York or the Parisienne arcades, One Way Street provides an ear-bleeding cacophony of D-rate actors, appalling attempts at artistic cinema and endless swathes of nonsensical jazzed-up jibberish by the leading 'experts'. Unlike One Way Street however, Walter Benjamin's work was influential in a broad spectrum of academic disciplines, notably for his involvement in the Frankfurt school of Marxist based social critique, 'critical theory'.)