Showing posts with label Matta. Show all posts
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Wednesday, June 4, 2014

The Mirror of Cronos (Matta), Sonnet #182















The present is the mirror of Cronos;
His mirror is the future and the past.
He deposed his father Uranus, cast
His balls into the sea; Aphrodite
Grew from the foam. He swallowed Ompholos,
A stone navel he thought one of his sons.
His Golden Age demanding piety,
He slew the Titan serpent Ophion.
So? We see all the same evil today;
Godly men who kill, corrupt, betray.
Cronos sees in his mirror his son Zeus
Dethrone and imprison him in the Nyx,
A cave of eternal life without a use --
Cannot see himself on the River Styx.

Friday, July 1, 2011

Innervision (Matta and Brauner)















#19

Spontaneously or under provocation,
Their rude and unconditioned forms
Wish to understand the hidden
Lasciviousness of the higher order,
The internal effective object.
They know its humor and charge.
They condemn the stronger craving
Produced by waiting for silence
And find the escape from the sermon
In listening to she who has come
Uninvented and endlessly variable.
They know that expecting an answer
Is like asking a color to guarantee
There will be no inhibitor of visions.