inchy

bull et r oof ro of

off ,inclad ,repeeled

,nor tout debridged ,,,

a cor n a corn acorn

,nu mbmb what nails

arusty on the window

s ill en gaged ,lock

fort ,emblèd ,re

torqued the arm it's

hab it you it's h

abit .in ffinal

shade ashshaadd

e ,the awful ham

...)de plain...(...

the fluttering decays

terremoto and the dia

lect a bull et hole

in the mir ror yr

brain block drain a

text ur e ye it was the

silence blitz a b

lank ph one waits

beneath the bed's a

pool splashing with

meat ay haspirina

congealing in la sopa

entre los ojos la

pelada la gran con

tusa circles on your

page was in la selva

oscura de las cosas ol

vi dadas rocks crac

kck together in the

                                               caves your faces see

the dark letters

of your skin ending

in noetic decay

. . .

yr necks of kin yr

ants salt the rainy

eyes you dropped into

the phone your corner

of the heaving-room

was biblioteca or the

sidewalk crumbling

in thunder a ru

nning dog que te

ladra la lengua in

articulada was the

dusty lawn your

oxygen forgets ay

stark matter gathers

at your suffocating

elbow its blasted

gram mar's sloshing

time rotting in the

crotch of the river

Mumbling in the mortar of

Ivan Argüelles' “the poetry” & “literature”

quiquise

quise inexplicar el mundo

quise amamar el atúnel

quise deventanar el aviento

quise resombrear la sosombra

quise inaspirar el antiaire

quise fofollar el infolio

quise deimaginar la pipiedra

quise exentender la exfrase

quise reestallar la bobomba delatente

quise innombrar los nonombres

y quise ninombrar el anomiombre

enentequisto ffuí...

em pact

de flect de torn de

lactic re blendish wall

et imeology it's your

s ink yo ur sink

.d ark tow el ,the bl

ood refogged ,ent er

leg er rump against

the pit of screaming

clowns your b lank

thigh t urns yr foam

splattered pants yr

clod crown mud

trickles down yr face the

the shaldow of yr words

...fork...an fumes...

embebed

the c luster be d ache the

the the entitity it's a

fl ame entere en es

capèd m dust lake y leg

ffog ::what the fisted

stool said said stool

or raggèd foam b lows

a cross the w water

)wh sink ere sp read

her s lings( entire

ser o ser de mente

demenmemoriflacuchada

...bedeed and bedood and bedang and

bedung to him...

- James Joyce

3 Inexplicaciones of Dreams of Bibiana Padilla Maltos

the bankrupt

the dream of your partner

leaving you is the dream

of a shirt rotting behind

the toilet is the dream

of a ladder with broken

rungs it's the dream of

hair without a face and the

dream of scissors

walking across the floor

the swim

the dream of the leftover

egg salad sandwich was the

dream of a chicken lost in a

forest the dream of a

tongueless shoe coughing

up feathers the feathers a

dream of wet coins sliding

around in your pocket

la muerte

el sueño de hablar por

celular es el sueño

de respirar por una

sábana de hule que

es un sueño de abrir

los ojos y verlos

cerrados es el sueño

de la luna tinta como

vino y el sueño de los

dientes que se cierran en

el tallo de una cempoalxochitl

la tuerca

the chewed boat your

c loset tongue's last

sweat first meal wr

iggling in yr throat

it's the c age of l

aundry it's a lengua

de madera tallada

con un caraglifo found

among the rocks re

focused dice and

sandwich blindness

legs walking out to sea

...no...ví...

torta perdida

drag a sandwich

sleep the while

comb the shadow

shell or dandruff

swallow a drill

drag a foaming shoe

wheel of light

lunch under plate

yr boiled neck

the barking wall

drag a wallet loss

...la conjonction d'un hasard opportun...

- Georges Perec

F L A G

shape shoe shape shoe shape

shoe shape shoe shape shoe

shape shoe shape shoe shape

shoe shape shoe shape shoe

shape shoe LUNG shoe shape

shoe shape shoe shape shoe

shape shoe shape shoe shape

shoe shape shoe shape shoe

shape shoe shape shoe shape

laundry

never wetter never drier

deep moon deter

gent nor a

sw allowed s lab

of gran ite

hub of end

.end the offal

dock broke

the shore a

fish thinks in

keep yr hand on the knob

in the draw er a rule

r brok en shoelac

e s not dried crac

ks off a paperc

lip a stick y coi

n a c lot of l int

a rag ged book

mat ches crum pled

foto of a tree yr

rusty p liers k

not ted rub ber b

and a bot tle

ca p shiny with a

s tar * a gr

een st one the

furthest cor ner

pormlactic

plundorphin ,clouter nost

ep mendern eshool ,na

plantive skorns wat sh

aptlive sceen ,comendern

sobp mest ,amb trunt amb tr

unt ongues forlaming inne

houter graeze

ayi em ploter ,meestame !

Bludom del ofa nedan vun.

- Toussaint Des Mornes

flux form

the cave of flowers is

the moon mumbling in

your soup the soup a

hand you hold your

face in face the

faucet's hunched above

the hOle your eye f

alls in returns and

pours yr deexplanation's

devoured stratigraphy

:it's the fossils in yr

teeth the clouds

blooming from your

mouth or epukóms

vips nâtadela where

yr lunch ,flolas uts lulula

,deimpacted on the Throne

Flukatim kanitom in fot...

- Toussaint Des Mornes

the tablet

what I thought was dead

what I brought to fork

the fork relentless of my

plate my path ,crowded

laundry hangs from b

ookshelves I have to

pee I thought the wall

was wet your eyes

were blinking in the

mirror was just the

air was just the

gnats was that your

current head was

that the tongue s poke

spoke dust falling

from the fridge

...il faut immobiliser la langue...

- Toussaint Des Mornes

heard insomnia's dream

we the after ham

uffer in our quest's

poison ants can s

peak on t ray of

thought or thought

the tabled sky de

flected in yr quiv

ering pool was

hafted words and

fro thing in the cave

ah tombs relabyrinthine

mouths the ran

dom moth laurel sp

lashed the mirror

yr gaze beginning clouds

became and turned it

off the maze becalmed

was blank “a kind of”

swarm infusion in

the statue shrouded

vines and batshit

…..

enter the sidewalks

were wind and sand

humping a rotten

head next the weeds

the hypos french

fry bags

empty white bottles

Rustling through Ivan Argüelles'

Epilogue to Translation to Heaven

Una Inexplicación de un Sueño de Bibliana Padilla Maltos

la muerte

el sueño de hablar por

celular es el sueño

de respirar por una

sábana de hule que

es un sueño de abrir

los ojos y verlos

cerrados es el sueño

de la luna tinta como

vino y el sueño de los

dientes que se cierran en

el tallo de una cempoalxochitl

i mage

thicker than yr head the

if it was ,mortar mor

tal no es ,sombra w

rithes beneath a

tree the b lack

long bush a crow

ded said ,sez yr

lunch return ah

o pen said the

mouth of snails

,said the skull

filled with bees

Des porches de l'abîme...

- Victor Hugo

tucano

what I saw was curt was

able or a curb was matt

er swiftly senseless

toil enhancement et re

plunged was icecubes

in the throat ah so

mething said tumes

cent ,sense of t horn

was itching what I

saw was mod ulation

screaming was , a sal

es rep wailing at the

door your foot just broke

Dans la langue totémique Mattatoucantharide...

- André Breton

4 Inexplicaciones of Dreams of Bibiana Padilla Maltos

the wish

the dream of sleeping is the

dream of waking the dream

of waking is the dream

of sleeping in a bathtub the

dream of the bathtub is the

dream of waking in a

mask the dream of the

mask is the dream of

being asleep as the

tsunami arrives

el dolor

el sueño de hablar muchísimo

es el sueño del río que cae

en una caverna es el

sueño de la chachalaca que

se calla como túmulo de

tortugas que son el sueño

de la indagación de los

factores fiscales del

intercambio respiratorio

entre las clases económicas

the ask

the second dream of

Allen Bukoff was the dream

of maggots knocking on the

front door which was the

dream of clawing on the

back door which was the

dream of rain pouring

down the chimney and

puddling like mercury in

front of the bookcase

the shadow

the dream of Luc Fierens

was the dream of padlocks

falling from a passenger

plane was the dream of

birds made of cathair

waiting at the door which

was the dream of a

swimming pool splashing

with cardboard fish

dots scatter on the membrane

rise from the sandy tu

mult pre air shat

tered h air s pace m

ass of cigarettes the d

runk accretion shim

mer ing in the lang

uage form erlation

shadow aphasia sl

anted behind the dog

door voces femeninas

dung light diarrhea glass

carnicería en el chi

chén sin hinges b

lack water memory b

elt violent left eye the

right vacuum an acr

ostic cloud movie sk

ull classified with the

marginal comments

listed listed listed

break the heat is

sue rain the the

el espacio fláccido

y sueño

Soy troquero y me gusta estar borracho

- Ranchera

Found in Ivan Argüelles'

The Translation to Heaven, parts 7 & 8

weed

wind milk wind milk wind

milk wind milk wind milk

wind milk wind milk wind

milk wind milk wind milk

wind milk MOTE milk wind

milk wind milk wind milk

wind milk wind milk wind

milk wind milk wind milk

wind milk wind milk wind

book

ate the shivered egg

your silted corn your sh

adow clavo lain across

the hole the hole your

luggage will fall in it's

snake or sand s lipped

to teethe was ch

oked on toothpaste

clucker of yr wallet's

plan not spent to

be ,an omelette

floats across your

flooded street flo

at across your ,fl

fl oods the stree t

nuts and nots

last fog returned

hasn't breathing yet a

gas deformed yr col

on nor a lung swirls

thru dusty room a

knife jiggles backward

floor your leg re

treats tomorrow may

be light will g

asped the wind

ow open where yr

hhand will grasps the

2 Inexplicaciones of dreams of Bibiana Padilla Maltos:

g utter

the dream of a ring is the

dream where you close your

mouth on a beach the

waves drown your feet w

alked b ackward from the p

arking lot sur rounded by a

fence of tires the air is limp

your hand rises toward a bird

 

the bassinet

the dream of a baby is

your dream of gasoline and

underwear sprouting

flowers next a sidewalk

with a corpse across it

stroke

senda cloaca que caminaba mi

yo mi yo por la mañana la calle

ancha humo de tortillería un

perro enorme que era el sol amar

illo pulsaba por el este origen de las

camiones las cami ones que me

llevarían a la casa con los pericos

dormidos el café secándose en el

techo con la botella de tequila

silvestre que ya me cegaría que ya

me abriría el ojo izquierdo el

derecho miope que no la nada

vería y nada con sus brazadas

al vacío

...nuestro tiempo no tiene fin.

- Roberto Bolaño

itit

it ch su it 's ey

a e n trance yr n

ails c law s kin's ey

br anch o fell of f

tree's ey h and

of nod o nad a la

entelequia que m is

qui lites son el traje

de púas que trajé

conmigo al t echo

de a g u a

...apenas un hilo de agua...

- Roberto Bolaño

2 Inexplicaciones of dreams of Bibiana Padilla Maltos:

la merienda

the dream of your home is the

dream of carrots in the

trunk of a car a tire

leans on a fire hydrant tu

mano abierta en el horno

lleno de cohetes en tu boca

un cerillo

the porch

the dream of Keith Buchholz is a

dream of whispers in the

laundromat a dragonfly

landing on your tongue ton

gue's a curtain undulating

in a a bbreeze swirling

around the TV screen

le chapeau

el pul món sin cu

erpo es ,“mi” bol

sa de plasti que ay

sue ño “es” no es y

respiré el pólen del

he liotropo que se que

ma mar del jardín

que mi rodilla der

echa es y es la

pist ola con llan tas

que por la calle

pasa su pinch azo

que la pinche des

carnada es yes

y es la gorra que

se me ha olvi dada

Carreteras cubiertas

de ramas, hojas mojadas, huellas.

- Roberto Bolaño

nariz

por el p ulgar

hor miga

inca

n descente

por el al eta

y pica

fur

nace el

jején o

los

timectivos

¡qué calor tan frío!

2 Inexplicaciones of dreams of Bibiana Padilla Maltos


 

the spokes

the dream of the parking garage

is the dream of a waiter

sleeping in a shower stall it's

the dream of a tunnel at the

center of time with roads

leading up to the light in all

directions the dream of the

light is the dream of a tire

spinning above your head

el éxtasis

el sueño de la pregunta es

el sueño de escribir esta

inexplicación que es el

sueño de una apertura en

la pared de la cocina donde hay

una cabeza que te pregunta

lo que hay dentro de la pared

que es el sueño de la inex

plicación escrita mas no escrita