It’s
all
black
and it is
spinning
the creature
is trembling
in the nook
of an illusion
shunning away
from the blaze
of stimulus
distrustful
of the cause
and the effect
we are the contraction
shriveling
to a singular
point of
fear
Archive for February, 2012
shapeless
Posted in Poetry with tags nihilistic poetry on February 29, 2012 by Pablo Saboriodesvío
Posted in poesia contemporanea with tags poema moderno, poemas nihilistas, poesia nihilista, poesia siglo 21 on February 28, 2012 by Pablo Saborio
Lo que es
cortar
los vínculos
del tiempo
soñar
pero sin
movimiento
alguno
es un roce
eterno
con el silencio
y
como gota
secándose
olvidar el ímpetu
de existir.
PoesíA NIHILISTa
another day being something else
Posted in Poetry with tags 2012 poetry, absurd poetry, contemporary poems, contemporary poetry, existential poetry, modern poetry, new poetry, nihilism poems, poetry blog on February 27, 2012 by Pablo Saborio
Half
the sky
in my laugh
shattered
into myriad
flakes
of clustering
snow
the white
concentrations
like palpitations
of the cloud
coming from
a vaguely symphonic
summit
where they touch
and perish
my drops
of comic
hours
I am a cosmic
view
behind the windows
longing
the cold
touch of something
external
color
Posted in poesia contemporanea with tags poemas nihilistas, poesia 2012, poesia absurda, poesia existencial, poesia moderna, poeta, poeta costarricense on February 24, 2012 by Pablo Saborio
Del
rojo
extraigo la razón
de mi fe
del coriáceo
carmín
deduzco
la invisible
transparencia
del misterio
en su símbolo
el color
rebota
de la dimensión
a la realidad
y moriré
en pleno
acto
de un oscuro
a una
luz.
PoesíA NIHILISTa
white on black
Posted in Poetry with tags abstract poetry, contemporary poems, ecstasy, music and poetry, new poems, poem, poetry 2012, stillness on February 23, 2012 by Pablo Saborio
an octave
higher
to rest
in a mute
miracle
in the lapse
of that
quietude
vibrating
in stillness
in a chord -
the infant
history
of
ecstasy
against the buddha
Posted in Poetry with tags 2012 poems, buddha, Buddhism, modern poems, new poetry, nihilistic poems, supreme reality on February 22, 2012 by Pablo Saborio
banging
my head
against
rock hard
reality
my bottles
of beer are
empty
and
my mind
full of
quack
unattainable
unreachable
undefinable
unutterable
unknowable
unrealistic
Buddhahood
the rain droplets
on the window pane
are particularly
quiet
alas.
distillation
Posted in contemporary poetry with tags Poetry, literature, absurd poetry, nihilistic poetry, ars poetica, modern poetry, new poetry, 21st century poetry, short poetry, love poetry on February 20, 2012 by Pablo Saborio
the shape of your neck
wrestling with my focus
I could have smiled
and twirled a spoon
in my coffee
to taste the dimensions
of your spiraling
lips
I’ve wondered
how your body
would resist
being against a window
freezing like dew
in the dawn
all that we study
to forget
the longitude
of an instant
laughter
- yours -
dripping
from above
and there is no
sky here
let’s repose
and dissolve
like heat
ripples
from a distance
over
an unfamiliar
path.
al lado de las cosas
Posted in poesia contemporanea with tags pablo saborio vargas, poema existencial, poemas modernos, poesia nihilista, poesia siglo 21 on February 19, 2012 by Pablo Saborio
casi
quedo acostado
en la acera
porque si
ahí
me duermo
dormiría para siempre
recordando los pasos
anónimos
de todas las épocas
resucitando la lluvia
y la sombra
que alguna vez
cayó en esta
acera
porque si
ya estoy cansado
de ser función
podría ahora
reposar
como una cáscara
de banano
sobre el pavimento
o goma de mascar
sin más sabor
callado estaría
sin estorbar
en un óvulo
negro y plano
sobre esta
acera.
PoesíA NIHILISTa
a stroll
Posted in contemporary poetry with tags Poetry on February 18, 2012 by Pablo Saborio
I saw it
and
I knew
my heart
was laying
there
on the
streets
I came closer
and studied
it
it was half
an apple
no bites
not even a nibble
and in it
was all
that I call
my heart
what is the meaning of life
asked a kid
as he pulled on
my sleeve
nothing is what it seems
I said
I left the
half-apple
behind
uncertain of
where it will end
it’s
strange
as it
is
to find
my essence
in such a
trivial object
standing still
amongst all
the flux
so I walked
away
not caring
of the consequence
of caring
too little about
what consequences
are
whatever
that means.
of whatness
Posted in contemporary poetry with tags 2012 poems, 21st century poet, contemporary poem, existentialist poetry, modern poem, new poetry, nihilistic poetry, Poetry, poetry blog on February 16, 2012 by Pablo Saborio
what
was
it
this
fable
of deformities
life
when all
thought
is of the size
of a grain
of rice
and you shave
to feel the snow
on your cheeks
clueless
of how you
indefatigably
will love
the next
occurrence
in this
fable
of ideal
encounters
with something
real.
NIHILISTIC Poetry
