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What sprouts out of the ashes of

Samuel Beckett?

somewhere in this space is

his fading breath

and then a motionless utterance

in the beginning was the word

in the end of the body

What decomposes? What suffers?

meat still full of love

spoils in time

stinks

one has to bury it

from Love Toward the Ashes

Joanna Trzeciak, translation from
the Polish written by Tadeusz Rózewicz

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