murmur & shout

fussgaenger:

I’m going to crumple this word,

to twist it,

yes,

it’s too slick

like a big dog or a river

had been lapping it down with its tongue, or water

had worn it away with the years.

I want gravel

to show in the word,

the ferruginous salt,

the gap-toothed power

of the soil.

There must be a blood-letting

for talker and non-talker alike.

I want to see thirst

in the syllables,

touch fire

in the sound;

feel through the dark

for the scream. Let

my words be acrid

as virginal stone.

- Pablo Neruda