Poems from Spirit Cooking, by Marina Abramovic (1996)
fresh morning urine
sprinkle over nightmare dreams
in time of doubt
keep a small meteorite stone
in your mouth
to be consumed on a solar eclipse
saliva of your lover
mixed with morning dew
collected from eucalyptus leaves
mix fresh breast milk
fresh sperm milk
drink on earthquake nights
look in the mirror
for as long as it is necessary
for your face to disappear
don’t eat the light
black rock salt
white rock salt
It’s raining women’s voices as if they were dead even in memory."
—excerpt from Guillaume Apollinaire’s “Il Pleut”
abandon surrounding abandon,
tenderness touching tenderness.
your oneness endlessly caresses itself, so they say;
self-caressing through its own clear reflection,
thus you invent the theme of Narcissus fulfilled.
my mind is echoing
I am empty
but never changing
make it stop
I would like to be conjoined with my soul away from reality; secluded; isolated; alone—- to think and work with never-ending, monotonous sounds and words linked through my brain waves, hypnotizing me into supplying only for myself.
“stay alive, stay alive,” they say, “eat, sleep, breathe and stay alive, repeat.”
the world around you has been tediously simplified and hushed.
what happened to us?