“Honeybum lilybum colourbum lovebum / Rulingbum lustingbum anilbum breadbum / bum of a thousand forms, pluribum unibum / bum in flower, bum in two / lunar bum and luminary / fiddlebum.
Magical and multi bum, bum beyond the unreal / archbum sealed in the mystery of the occult / opalescent bum / incandescent bum / sweet honeycomb concealed between tenebrous tufts / unreached by the brimstone of lust / and where the global paleness of hyborean zones / concentrates the unceasing music of the cosmic merrygobum.
Reelbum leanbum / bum that’s more than bum / bum mutating/renovating / that adds a new harmony to the number.
Keep on rocking and singing and enveloping in spasm / the arc of triumph, the bridge of sighs, the suicide tower, the death of the Harpooner / tonguebum, fuckbum / lovebum lovebum lovebum.
“You my world my unwound clock; that forgets time. You my walk my air my food my fasting. My bright sworded peace. My joyous sleep my awakening between girandoles. My hot warm cold hot scalding bath. My wraparound skin. My sharpened tempered angered nails. My taste of poison. My marked cards that break free and fly. My torment. My gentle leaping jaguar. My saliva my roving possessive tongue my stomach rubbing stomach. My losing myself in hairs seaweed waters craving. My penis submerged. Tunnel cave cave cave ever deeper narrower ever ever. My groans screams howls moans screeches mewing panting ah, oh, argh, mmm, uh my evaporation my glorious blissful suicide.”
-poems by Carlos Drummond de Andrade, as featured in the documentary O Amor Natural, by Dutch writer / director Heddy Honigmann
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