Aldus Issue 2 - Web Version

P a b lo d e R ok h a Ha ha ha!.. the beggars were spluttering through their harrowing songs and someone shouted, “what are they saying?... I don’t understand, I hear, I see, and I don’t understand, I don’t understand”; in truth, I don’t understand either; who understands who? who understands who?... *** PAIN portrays us as an enormous lake, the PAINFUL figure of man sinks to the BOTTOM; anguish extends us towards the inverted sky lying dormant at PAIN’s end, just like the depths of the lakes the BLUE sky that the creatures see; pain is blood, light, water; suffering is TO LIMIT ONESELF, and to know SOMETHING. *** There are dead leaves over the imminent skulls; pools of rotten, rotten blood, they gnaw at my brain drop by drop and absurd beings fall from the ephemeral planets: toads with three times as many teeth, skeletons with amphibious tails, with amphibious tails and foetuses with the faces of witches and hairy feet, flies that play the air’s acordion, old ladies shaped like coffins, coffins, coffins, and old men dressed in woesdisguised as knowledge... horror!.. like a used suit, the world turned inside out; horror!.. horror!.. horror!.. its EVERLASTING meaning, the world is the same upside down or to the RIGHT. *** Suffering afternoon sun, my strides mark, mark the end of a DREAM in the earth; I’m aborted by exhausted civilisations and epochs in crisis, a container of rotten mistakes, rotten mistakes, rotten mistakes, a freak of decadent, migratory races and peoples still UNFORMED; they gravitate towards me, all the bad symptoms of a century’s sunset, sunset, and a thou155