Wong Kar Wai's In the Mood for Love

Wong Kar Wai's In the Mood for Love

We hurry back to resume our awaited commissions:

the press’s annoyances, our bitter disputes and our

wars, ferments, infirmities, a battering music

that strikes at us without letup : we are

back in the ranks on the barricades :

though everyone takes us for dead, here we are

as before, with our counterfeit smiles, flinching,

we say, at the thought of our looming oblivion,

there on a palmless plot in the sea

where noses are chiseled in stone

like triangles traced in the sunshine and brine –

on a minuscule navel of ocean,

denying the spaces, closing our eyes to the ultimate purity,

the tribes who raised the nude stone and

the verities none dares to claim as a loving participant.

Wong Kar Wai's In the Mood for Love

Wong Kar Wai's In the Mood for Love

 

That is my cowardice now, the witness I bear :

I was meant for more tentative edifices.

Here in a waste without walls, a capital

hacked out of sunlight and salt, contemplation and stone,

Wong Kar Wai's In the Mood for Love

Wong Kar Wai's In the Mood for Love

 

I look back with the others, a trespasser,

afraid in myth’s limpid perfection, seeing only

blue silences encircling the statues.

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