Aldus Issue 2 - Web Version

A L D U S , A J O U R N A L O F T R A N S L AT I O N the dawn smiles, stumbling, stumbling along the road from its dusty home, or dying on a wilted, acidic bed; and, at sunset, barking, barking, barking the way that the most rotten of the academics might bark. *** Behold my body, I am NOT my body, it is THERE, simple like a simple world, like a simple world, and events open upon its form, life’s external things, the becoming of phenomena, the becoming of phenomena in the world’s realisation; “I am the world”, since the first day, one thousand sunsets have fallen on me towards the West, vast region of hallucination --when, the poet dead, the rhythm of yesteryear rendered to nothing, the song edified with memories of man--there are dawns, dawns and sunsets over the great, enormous cosmos that is MY BODY, that BODY that you see THERE, the maximum possible radius of that BODY covers ‘the four horizons’ and the total number of events; the sun comes out and places itself above it, each day, at the usual hour; the pain and the exhausted rains make its bones tremble, doors creak; winds blow from the north, northeast and the south, gusts fresh as tombs and happier than women; a telephone pole falls on car no. 13, the chauffer IS DYING conveniently; 1, 2, 3 citizens walk past; like the world, like the world, like the world nurtures figures of yesterday and today; races pass, races pass and races, races, races come back; zephyrs of Genesis, enormous, breathing, oceanic waves go across the world; the rotund males sweat and the females miscarry along the way; so many children play, so many children, so many children that it looks like a schoolyard, but the old men, sitting in the shade of the orphanage, next to the sombre houses, remember the ABSOLUTE; there are machines that control the ACTION of innumerable pulleys, a happy , sonorous, vital vertigo confuses the ears, tragic pleasure bends nerves, houses, skies, souls and CONTEMPORARY 158