On the occasion of Poetry Month, The duty, with the complicity of the Office of Poetic Affairs, gives a poem to read each week. For this fourth of five weeks: Mad !by Hélène Matte.
Mad !
Swallow
your watch is running out of time
Like the sand in the wind
Short run after your fall
The foot dial
and heavy foot
Mad !
digests
hours for hours
silver dust
You count the minute change
Powder in the eyes
eyes burning the moment
Mad !
Breathe
the tornado in your head the blood
Circulates for a short time
You get out of breath on the flute
To make the snake dance
deaf yet
Mad !
You spend yourself
to become important
Roll on gold at cost
That’s what you’re up against
But ride on the ordinary
sometimes pays more
Mad !
shoves
shifting swamp mud
enrichment
You liquidate fight
Between the nest egg and living
choose
choose the living
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Interdisciplinary artist, all-terrain poet and cultural mercenary, Hélène Matte is engaged in her practice and in her community, and works both locally and internationally, both intimately and socially. She is a free spirit wearing many hats. Writer, curator and mediator, performer and visual artist, mother and citizen, she is both duchess of revenge, amateur pataphysician and doctor of literature, performing and screen arts. His videopoetry is broadcast around the world. His latest publications, A Babel of Living Stones (Rebel Planet, Montreal) and Fragile media (Dadasco editions, Houlgate) appeared in 2019. Toxic places will be published this fall by Conifère editions.
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