Poetry as a weapon against alienation. Thespirit of a generation in turmoil between beat rebellion, post-1968 disillusionment, the search for the absolute, and spiritual quests, in an often apocalyptic vision where beauty and horror merge without resolution. To be read as a raw testimony to counterculture, between ecstasy and despair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No Beginning No End<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n At the 10th second, I see a gigantic bird splashing the oceans.<\/p>\n\n\n\n At the 9th second, an eight-dimensional flower began to sing, my cells began to vibrate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n At the 8th second, the wind erased everything and a telepathic crocodile announced the coming of Freedom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n At the seventh second, the colors cried and faded away on the sand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n At the sixth second, the cosmic lights intensified.<\/p>\n\n\n\n At the fifth second, I saw the image of Love again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n At the fourth second, a circle of flames was lost in my eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n At the third second, a razor blade grazed my wrist.<\/p>\n\n\n\n At the second second, only my soul had a sex, a sex of black velvet, decorated with smoke.<\/p>\n\n\n\n At the first second, a whole translucent universe was revealed<\/p>\n\n\n\n And at the last second, I was dissolved into it, integrated.<\/p>\n\n\n\n One trip is space<\/p>\n\n\n\n Trip is one<\/p>\n\n\n\n Space is trip<\/p>\n\n\n\n Space is one.<\/p>\n\n\n\n No Beginning No End<\/p>\n\n\n\n No Beginning No End<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Poetry as a weapon against alienation. Thespirit of a generation in turmoil between beat rebellion, post-1968 disillusionment, the search for the absolute, and spiritual quests, in an often apocalyptic vision where beauty and horror merge without resolution. To be read as a raw testimony to counterculture, between ecstasy and despair. No Beginning No End At … <\/p>\n