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LANGUAGE

Without translation, I would be limited to
the borders of my own country. The translator is
my most important ally.
— Italo Calvino

 

My typewriter is multilingual,
its keys mysteriously calibrating

my bipolar, forked tongue.
Black-red silk ribbon spools, unwind

as the carriage moves right to left.
In cursive hand, I write from left to right.

My tongue was born promiscuous —
speaking in many languages.

My heart spoke another, my head
yet another — the translation, seamless.

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Auricles, ventricles pump blood —
corpuscle-like alphabets, phrases, syntax

cross-fertilize my text, breathing life.
Texture enriched — music, cadence

spatially enhanced — osmotic,
polyglottal — a polygamy of grammar.

Letterforms dance, ligatures pirouette —
ascenders, descenders — pitch perfect.

Imagination isn’t caged in speech —
speech cannot be caged in language.

Published with the permission of the author. “Language” has previously appeared in Inkroci – Magazine of Culture and Cinema.

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