I PAINT BUT I PAINT WITH WORDS
four flying poems

by Mikis Mazarakis
paintings by Rebecca Elfast

soundtracked from youtube with
ali farka touré - monsieur le maire

Thursday afternoon soon
it will stop raining

i very much like taking deep breaths
and i very much like the soothing
scent of spring
that i feel everythere
around me

and also you, i believe
that the window in my room
is almost always a window

an open window
so that cool air
from all ways
always
feels welcome

every noon after,
i rest
lie down
read a few lines
a few smoothing lines
then i close eyes
and keep closed eyes
and then i open closed i’s
for about one half of
one half full hour

the room is light
and so am i

no curtain
no shade
i am light
my eyes are closed
my i’s are open

light
well lit
by the sun
cool
deep
transparent

those breaths
that i breathe
during that rest
are breaths of magic

i believe that i will learn how to fly
by breathing those magic breaths

it feels like i have not yet learned
to fly but float
i can
i can hang

and the time
the time
i want more

i want that less of it
is taken

and soon i’ll be there
where i can have both the words
and the time

i can feel it
i can fly it

Fly well, land light, live life
with lifelove, bis gleich

hallo bamboo,
i have recently been quite quiet
because of lack of desire
to be unquiet

desire to communicate
has been absent

i no know
how to unfold

but i do know
that we will sea
become

it feels like i have lost something
somewhere

faith, perhaps, somehow, to some extent
in the people around and how they affect
me and how i affect
them

i interpret irrationality
as the root of destructive
and rationality
as the root of constructive

and vice
versa, constructive
giving rationality
destructive
giving irrationality

when i in myself see
something not rational
i get rid of this
by posing an alternative more rational
beside it,
the most rational alternative to be found
and then i jump,
change

i change
me

i want to strange that you
in some swayy way
has come to mean very much
to me

part of me is drawn to you
part of me is being pulled
from you

part of me is hypnotized
by what you have been able to keep

that beauty
so kept

a lifelove
that so many,
actually most people i know
seem to have lost
because of an assumption about life
the world
universe
as something unstable,
unreliable

something and somewhere
empty
cold
instead of full
and warm

something whole
that can always
be relied on

the universe,
marching towards nothing but the better
containing no such notion as “worse”

love
everywhere
always
forever
in everything happening
everything happened
everything going to
happen

part of me doesn‘t feel like saying very much to you
part of me wants to say this:

the lifelove that you have,
take good care
of it

keep it
make it grow

keep looking around
keep looking within

because i believe that the fear
which you and i and we sometimes encounter
has coherence with nothing in life
nor in the world
or in the universe

part of me wants to aswellsay this:
this fear,
no matter in which context,
please try your best not to keep it,
to get rid of it

start now

don‘t wait
until tomorrow

today
is the day
the only
day

Speechless

i play with many things in my head
i play with many things
in life

i play with many lives with my life

my life is being played
by many lives

my life is being plagued
by many lies

my life is being painted
by the laughs

my life
has rained down from the sky
showering earth
with the absence of die

frying pans are emptier than empty hands

knitting a garden
with the hands of imagine

ten tears run down the slope
of lost hope

five fears creep up the alley of the ghost of irrationality

Ising

the panicpie tastes kind of sour

the panicpie is bitter
is poison

the noise of nightmares
are driving through the thickest walls on earth

the birth of earth was heard
but not by us
by the universe

the pillow of calm
is of harm
to the panicpie

the pillow of calm
belongs
here

the pillow of calm soothes the thirst
of the guitarplayer with one arm

the pillow of calm pushes your breath
down

the pillow of calm finds its way
through the dust and dark dawn

mighty is the magic
that is magicizing reality

mighty is the mighty magic
questionizing chalk boards and math graphs

the structural thinking will soon disappear

structural thinking,
trying to systemize the essence of life

structural thinking,
trying to calculate the divine,
giving life to systems and isms
and separation, isolation, individualization
and to the idea of nation

to the idea that earth is something that can be owned,
to the idea of earth being something belonging
to someone

there is no right to earth
the earth cannot belong

the only thing that is ours
is our lives

everything else is

nothing more

is

is

the structural thinking makes believe
that the universe is not to be relied on,
is uncertain

when in fact,
the foundation of the universe
is the most solid substance
in all of existence

is life
is light
is love
is

Read more:

Moon Time Found Name Broken - five short stories

Every Sun a Mother - the second book of aphorisms

Me and You and We and by the Way - long distance poetry

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