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Crevice Weeds Writings—«waifs of many a wreck»—motley and fragmentary writings—sketchy and faulty—failed, perhaps—unconfined—along the borders, upon the thresholds and into the chinks of literature, «as foam that the sea-winds fret»…

40 articles avec scrying scraps

Updatings

Alessandro Zabini

Inner Collisions—First Version Unviewed—First Version Daydreamy Ambush—First Version Tracings—First Version

White Shade

Alessandro Zabini

… with soft kisses gone to sleep resting now in a shadowy place of light sweetly she is with me …

Inside Change

Alessandro Zabini
Inside Change
Inside Change

like breath your words inside me flow as I read beneath the dim moonlight like breath they swell my breast ablaze

Beyond the Threshold (Lady of the Fountain—IV)

Alessandro Zabini

no other chance a disembodied voice says feel pleasure & live no need to be redeemed nor saved no further need to suffer death stone shapes turned into flesh brushed flowers turned into fountains and blissfully waving she drinks sprinkled all over by clear scented gushes of rapture

Early Will: A Draft

Alessandro Zabini

a visionary world where dreams will live which are but core of life or life made new mirrored life or life clothed anew a woman’s friendship and kinship and lips and pale smooth skin and by beauty and respect and love to admire and adore beauty showed by body and no rules but any body its inmost and intimate beauty to admire to love to adore and nocturnal raptures and lone fervours to friends and beloved a music bridge over the ocean and opening of the gates a true letter not merely a fleeting derangement or a try to poetry or a flash of awareness and could one be aware of having been loved though...

Transformation (Lady of the Fountain—III)

… she begets the water which fills the dry basin … stone becomes flesh and waving flesh begets clear fluid gushing like fountain water … brushing the flesh flower to beget water which changes stone into flesh … stone made flesh … wet flesh flowers trembling and gushing … nether gates opening as in typing, cutting and pasting and transcribing words and words …

Drifting Recollections (Lady of the Fountain—II)

Alessandro Zabini

… memories afloat in the pale purple twilight … wraith-like falling cloaks, cracked stone basin beside the shaded white trace, a dark green maze of low hedgerows, a stone dog unaccountably dislodged, top of the tower unaccessible back then … once upon a time …

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