Dudley Lost Combination

A selection of texts from senryu or tree of syllables , Linardi y Risso, Montevideo, 2008.







(Genesis XXXVII)
Joseph did not dream: the dream
camels
sand, Ladan. March
pastor

fugitive cloud.
And a beating heart. Flying Dream



fisherman asleep in the canoe. Miro


progress of a crab in the sand.
Anybody see me? I looked away with stones


gait of a crab. I found my dead
. Slow

the flour.

mill blades grind the time.


An ox contains within itself all the oxen.
What's in a man?


is a horse, is all rather
horses neighing.


Consider the lesson of Latin:
"considers" stars.

fell a star. "Stung by what

arrow whinnies the wind?

Sweet is the kiss
alcohol and fruit. Fall
drunk.

Tree or spectrum
embalmed you
golden autumn, sawdust.


play chess long winter nights.
do not know who.


flew an umbrella in the wind.
balloon escapes bad luck.
He flashed the knife
:
hanging the bird's neck.
What do you ask? .

smells like coffee.
black boys carry stone
sugar.

(Gustavo Wojciechowski)

Silba and combed his mustache. Outside
hears a thrush.

A mouse sleeps in lauredal
glory.
cat yawns.

is despicable,
slippery dolphin.
is called Time.



Arde baptism
the deadly anaconda
and perfectible. Fly

the goldfinch.
not see it
behind bars a prisoner.

Souvenirs:
butterfly dreams mummy
insomniac.

prick your memory. Exhale

a samovar tea steam.

boredom grows,
I like giant mushrooms. Fattening
the world. Slow


sugar dissolved in tea. I
between years. Lee


future in tea leaves. White
the cup.

fell between firings,
scorpion stung.
burned to death.

Bottle at Sea:
not know who I am, what island,
why, for how long.

That's my son,
see? Never born.
wait in vain.

is noon.
Grief
burning sun in silence.


whistles at night to ward off fear.
sing two cocks. Time

pearls. Eternity sea

weighs in the oyster.

Mar infinite
restarted in oyster. Pearls
time. Fish


fast jump out of the water.
is the breakwater.

Ave altered
not end in silence
this poem.

(A Enrique Fierro ) Board
south. Jump
dead houses. Dar
blank verse.

That's exile, wandering and finding

cities uninhabitable.


stuck erect cities
history, and do not exist.


Only a few decades (it is a breath of life)
say: patience. Poor

poet,
went through hell.
Now write.


to my house from Montevideo
be a life.

lasted one night
east of the poem, Nod
bombed. Pump


on Nod again cursed.
It was a peninsula.

was a peninsula.
The walked in my childhood.
was a peninsula.

Reerguir the text, add all the syllables

memory.

Rebuild, re-ductile
verb
acclimate.

all a lie, even the truth

hollow exile.

all true, even the lie

of this poem.

"Prince de l'exil"
Baudelaire called the devil.
"King" better off.