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WAR REQUIEM

MOUNTAINS

SCENARIUM

THE PRAIRIE

ALBUM 2010

HORSE NETTLE

LA GUERRA

CLOCKWORK

BANGKOK

TURTLES

REFRACTION

BIRD'S FOOT

POEMS 1980

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“SHIVERS OF WATER,” a poem by Séamas Cain,
was included in the exhibition BIG SPLASH POETRY NETWORK at the Festival OLE.01 in the old Royal Palace at Naples, Italy, 8 October through 3 November 2014.
This assemblage or installation of poems accompanied a large display of digital photographs by the artist Caterina Davinio. This BIG SPLASH POETRY NETWORK included the works of 180 poets and artists from around the world, including Demosthenes Agrafiotis, John M. Bennett, Julien Blaine, Mairéad Byrne, Luisella Carretta, Antonino Contiliano, Francesca Del Moro, Klaus Peter Dencker, Carla de Falco, Valter Ferrari, Luc Fierens, Loss Pequeño Glazier, David Hockney, Michael Lasater, Helene Paraskeva, David W. Seaman, Reiner Strasser, Joel Weishaus, and Umut Yalim.

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SHIVERS OF WATER

 

by Séamas Cain 

 

I enter a tower.  With seawater all round instead of sand heat.  I evaporate by the moonlight the culmination puddles, the primal water-buffaloes, the sun shape gap crescent.  Within the inner precinct the tower.  I produce odd sensations the spiral and the loops evaporate.  I join up the spiral the crescent join up with my fingers in sky.  I descend the tower descend across the green wheat the sea sun.  I wind round — round — quickly the way, chunks of earth in the wine, the mortuary mound.  I descend toward the sun water the sun river sole sea, the wetness purple courted galaxy.  I — snake spittle sway — wait hopelessly.  There are more than six isosceles triangles drowning in me.  I am not expectant.  There are sand and water millions the triumph of abstract form.  The drowned women motion — motion — to join them, the impacted power the precision, the quiet comes from far away noise from far away.  I crawl into the curls the slithering stem curls of sleep, the drowned women inside shivers of scales.  The drowned women send out ripples — ripples — to compete converging merging.  Into the tower the tower is made out of bones — curled up — shiny and proto-god the bones the cold logic the enigma.

 

Séamas Cain

Festival OLE.01,

8 October  3 November 2014,

Palazzo Reale di Napoli,

Napoli, Italia

 

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 THE FESTIVAL OLE.01 ...

http://www.olefestival.it/organization

BIG SPLASH POETRY NETWORK ...

http://caterinadavinio.blogspot.it

CATERINA DAVINIO'S WEB-SITE ...

http://xoomer.virgilio.it/cprezi/caterinadav.html 

 

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