I read Gema\u2019s poem:<\/p>\n
Interview with an Expert on Violence<\/h3>\n
So, tell us, What is the fear, what is the rhythm, And the eyes? And the knees? And the stomach? And the sound of the scream? Tell us<\/p>\n What is the smell of death? What is the name of your next article?<\/p>\n Originally published on November 12th, 2013 by Public Seminar<\/a>.<\/p>\n
\nwhat is the wound, what is its color,
\n<\/span>what is the color of the wound that follows
\nfrom the closed fist
\nfrom the closed anger
\nof the one against another
\nthe one that is a fire,
\nthe other that is an abyss,
\nthe other that will
\nfrom now on
\nbe known as \u201cthe victim.\u201d<\/p>\n
\nwhat is the fear\u2019s rhythm
\nis the mouth bitter,
\nis the tongue drier
\nwhen the fear crawls like an injured
\nrabbit
\nlike a tense, intimate, trembling rabbit?<\/p>\n
\nDo they close at the blow,
\ndo they stare at the blow,
\ndo they stare at the nightmare
\ndo they think in the caprice
\nof day and night
\nof darkness and light
\nwanting to escape it,
\nlike the dreamer that witnesses the dream and dreams of herself saying:
\n\u201cnow, open your eyes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\nIs it true that they lose control,
\nthat the bone is no longer a stone
\na stone that allows to stand up,
\nthat it fills up with water,
\nwith tender, bloody water,
\nuntil the legs go strayed,
\nmissing, disjointed,
\norgans-orphans,
\nthe liquid substance of cowardice.<\/p>\n
\nHow long does it revolve,
\nHow long does it tremble,
\nhow long, until it becomes
\na long knot of nausea?<\/p>\n
\nThe sound that is born in the heat
\nof the knives,
\nin the heat of the face that faces the knives,
\nwhat does it say?
\ndoes it
\nsay?<\/p>\n
\nWhat is the weight of death?
\nWhere do you write death?
\nWhere do you understand death?<\/p>\n
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