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sadi ranson-polizzotti | chants & poems
poems written in Paris, 2004, 2005
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Sunday
Jan152006

Absolution, St. Sulpice

86966781_b3530a409b_o.jpg There are two. You say, Move out of yourself.

Write something new, and I do. Two tall tapers burn,

lit and bright. The church is dark save for ours &

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Tuesday
Oct122004

Afterward

Nothing changed. I hardly expected, though part of me wished. Sentimental to the death, and I do mean it literally.

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Sunday
Oct022005

attencion pietons~!

Ok: First things first. What the fuck

does JCB mean? I mean, I’ve been here

a while, yet still the sign eludes me. Oh sure,

I have un amour de Paris et aussi un amour de la langue

(especially yours love) and when you go to Zone 30 – Wow!

I pray it is parfum de femme – by this I mean not some

American Bar with some seedy American blonde.

Saturday
Jan142006

automatic writing

You have no choice but to take the Metro. Each time I come across one of those irresistible booths that charge money to steal your soul ~ provided of course that you have one to steal. And what if this other blue book that is here on the bed as if disregarded and sad

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Saturday
Jan142006

automatic writing - charles degaulle

Behind me a man sits with a woman on the plane each complaining Paris and of all things Parisian and of the Parisian airport security which I thought was quite good because all things all considered, I mean hey! There could be a radio program on just how much Paris sucks according to these two because even though I do love it, obviously they do not and oh what a bore, I mean Why Bother!!! Why even go or fly Air France , for heavens’ sake, or is it because it is now safer than American, perhaps perhaps, perhaps just in name alone? I do not know the answers to these questions only pose them here. Of course everyone speaks French on this fight: once again, it is Air France . Do I really need say more?

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Saturday
Jan142006

black and white still

Before you kiss me you tell me, You have the perfect ass –

Heart-shaped in reverse. I dress in a pair of ivory

poppy panties, all lace and finery, Paris bought. You know

this is for you. This kiss is a kiss I will remember.

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Monday
Sep272004

blind fable

Fast, you take me through slow falling Autumn. hear, i hum to your low sweetened sadi ranson-polizzotti poetry

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Monday
Sep272004

call home

Paris, September 22, 2004 In three hours, Paris will simple be and we, we will be gone, our tea cups dry, our linens stacked, bags packed. We leave, the heart of the bed faintly

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Sunday
Jan152006

Confessional

It was so simple and so not.

The father speaking French, me pigeon

bald a sinner. I kneeled, confessed as best

as I cold using all the words I knew – the hot

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Saturday
Sep252004

daily ritual

For two weeks in Paris I follow this routine: Morning, wash the skin Until it glows -- soft and luminous. Afternoons, remove the soft armor The lace about my breasts, So heavy and swollen With the love of you.

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Saturday
Jan142006

do you see this love?

Do you see this love?

Do you see this, love?

How the past is but a bridge to the present,

so like the wide roads that lead to the Isle de la Cité

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Saturday
Jan142006

documentarian

When we return I’ll type these up.

I’ll do this because I am a documentarian.

Because I do not remember, yet remember everything…

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Saturday
Sep252004

dreams

The fruit with its arch of passion Fruit, yellow teardrop, plump Kissed our heads as we passed

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Saturday
Sep252004

farmer's yield

What do you seek In such dark, tight petals. A knot that begs to be undone. You cannot resist the tight bud. Plump lump, black-lipped and pouting.

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Sunday
Jan152006

flux

You tell me, It is not the same as last year.

Both of us thinking the same thing…

Yet still the clock chimes faithful…

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Saturday
Sep252004

grand pressigny

The climb is dizzying Each step closer to cloud They whisper promise of rain As you whisper promises hot

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Saturday
Jan142006

huis clos

So here we are at Les Deux Magots

where people ‘spoke feverishly’ you tell me

as they drank their Pastis or their whiskey

or whatever was fashionable at the time and

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Tuesday
Sep282004

imagine

Those girls were all narrow. Sticks, lovely in their silks they blurred to the horizon I watched as your eye followed and they receded watched you back, pout-lipped

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Saturday
Sep252004

interlude | afternoon song

It?s hard to pack up As if in packing we Were packing up altogether Giving up the plan That for two weeks Sustained us. The idea Of it, of us living here, So in love with the all of

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Sunday
Oct022005

je cale

Je cale . I stall. I stall at everything.

The stop and go of the frenetic epileptic.

It is my lot in life to be this way. Each pause

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