books – (CALIATH)

long have

(reality begins)Long have I not been here. When I think I might have lost grasp of how to write, I’m reminded that it is a grasp I never had, none of us do, in truth. There’s no such knowledge. Life, as she is, differs greatly from life as she was, to such degree that I’mContinue reading “long have”

616 – erotism (poetry)

I really appreciate everyone who’s been reading me and commenting in this new cycle. I certainly don’t write the way I used to, and I don’t want to, even if I do cherish some of my old poems. It still means a lot to me when someone cares enough to read, especially those that returnContinue reading “616 – erotism (poetry)”

615 – a sad saturday (poetry)

João-Maria.

610 – before bach & other fragments (poetry)

João-Maria TRANSCRIPT

607 – heartbreak (poetry)

João-Maria TRANSCRIPT

sonnenbrücke & other fragments (poetry)

João-Maria Version for mobile reading:

loss, losslessness

In his Orphée, Jóhann Jóhannson sampled the voice from a polish number station that, throughout the sixties and seventies, syncopately reproduced numbers in a haunting, disconcerting fashion. A Song for Europa, it is called. Zwei, acht, null, fünf, sechs. ACHTUNG! One month today marks the passing of my grandfather, and never have I been in suchContinue reading “loss, losslessness”

in response to my first poem

POEM FOR MOBILE (BELOW)

poetry without a place (4)

I’m sorry for the absence; the silence. I haven’t been able to write. Writing isn’t easy. Sometimes I lose it entirely. It’s somehow such a bland thing to say. It’s not a block, and it’s not precisely the inability to string words together and make something out of them — that’s not writing. Sometimes IContinue reading “poetry without a place (4)”

(translation) fiama hasse pais brandão II

I think, sometimes, my capacity of understanding is as mantle of light deposited upon the world, and its endless, patina-like nature allows me to see things as hallucinations. It’s an othered feeling, a removal of the envy one often feels for the levity (and brevity) of everything else. The undiluted sentiments one had as aContinue reading “(translation) fiama hasse pais brandão II”