ZERO DEGREE – a love song in the Romantic vein

Avant-goût d’humus,
Arrièrre-goût de sèves
Le livre du vide médian, F. Cheng

The silent, fingering invasion of her orifice.
The one – and then the other.
Printemps, printemps – laissez aller!

The soul in calibration of an inner darkness,
a tongue it might have been as well –
tiptoeing gently in her arsy spring.
Ah, the delights of solemn, bitter taste.

Now, time is ending in its sensual now.
All is – and that is it.
No things that came,
nothing that comes.

Sheer lust evolves its little theatre,
a stage so quiet, a punctum so intense.
Slow plunges into depths unknown –
yet known so well.

This writerman, at dawn of day,
dug into soil to plant an early morning vigne vierge,
soiling the hands, with smells intense from argyle clay.
Mere acts, which convolute in this,
her matin presence and her voltage gay.

Zero degree of intercourse – with earth, with woman.
So like the gaze,
which penetrates the colours flowers sow in space.

Fictional desire of half the man I used to be.
To be – eternal.
To have is merely history.


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Author: rjsiersk

Sierksma was born in Friesland, a 'county' in the northern part of the Netherlands with its own language which he does not speak and with an obstinate population to which he both belongs and does not belong. A retired Professor of Social Philosophy and Aesthetics, as a Harkness fellow he taught at Rutgers and Berkeley Universities in the USA, and at GUAmsterdam and TUDelft in the Netherlands. In 1991 he was awarded his PhD from Leiden University on the subject of 'Surveillance and Task: Labour Discipline between Utilitarianism and Pragmatism'. His books include Minima Memoria (1993), Lost View (2002 with Jan van Geest), and Litter Scent (2013). He has published poems and articles in Te Elfder Ure, Nynade, Oasis and the Architectural Annual. Half the year he lives in Haarlem, the other half he spends in la France Profonde, living ‘in his own words’ as the house out there was bought with the winnings from his essay Eternal Sin, written for the ECI Essay Prize (1993). In this blog, Sierksma's Sequences, written in English, he is peeping round his own and other people’s perspectives. Not easily satisfied with answers nor with questions, he turns his wry wit to a number of philosophical and historical issues. His aim in writing: to make parts of the world light up in his perspective - not my will, thine! Not being a thief, he has no cook, one wife, some children, one lover and three cats.

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