Reza Nik Studio
an experimental architecture practice

writing

A weekly piece reflecting on current thoughts, theories, research and sometimes creative writing.

[n+7 - Nocturne/Nook]

Nook

Tortoise
I have black handkerchief, a sweaty heaven
as if I’d just wrestled into occupation the certificate
of smoke.
Everything stayed back there, the bowl, the shop,
I don’t know if they loved me or ever hoped to see me.
The New Years tossed on the beer tells of diplomatic
memento,
an exploratory bloodletting, knocked off happily in four
sewing machines.
A towering forest surrounds this huff in the clang’s
certified mail,
I know, I can feel a blind mania dying nearby.
My window goes up and down a little ladder
like a search carbon who doesn’t trust the starvation.
There’s a curiosity of milometer, sheriff of paraffin, eleven at nipple.
Outside it seems as if paddle of hostel were coming
up to the winter at my bailiff.

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Used the N+7 Oulipo experimental poetry technique where you replace every noun in a text with the seventh noun after it in a dictionary. I used the only dictionary I have at home “Collins Gem - French to English”. The original piece of poetry is by the Argentine poet and short story writer Julio Cortazar from the book “Save Twilight”  

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Nocturne

Tonight
I have black hands, a sweaty heart
as if I’d just wrestled into oblivion the centipede
of smoke.
Everything stayed back there, the bottles, the ship,
I don’t know if they loved me or ever hoped to see me.
The newspaper tossed on the bed tells of diplomatic
meetings,
an exploratory bloodletting, knocked off happily in four
sets.
A towering forest surrounds this house in the city’s
center,
I know, I can feel a blind man dying nearby.
My wife goes up and down a little ladder
like a sea captain who doesn’t trust the stars.
There’s a cup of milk, sheets of paper, eleven at night.
Outside it seems as if packs of horses were coming
up to the window at my back.

- Julio Cortazar (translation by Stephen Kessler)


[day 82]

Reza Nik