source - http://sisyphe.org/article.php3?id_article=1553 -
Lovesick
14 juin 2005
par
Everything dies in the end
except consciousness
which bears witness to life
René Char
It’s in your head you hear them sometimes the droning cicadas of patriarchy.
The shrill sound of Achilles’ blazing sword which kills you without touching you
because it hangs over your heads, because it insists on staying ceaselessly beside you, because it shadows your shadow and lies down between you and whatever you love, which makes you lovesick ; and because it’s this lovesickness for which you are being treated in the depths of the earth, blindly, at the center of darkness.
It’s in your head you hear them almost always the droning cicadas of patriarchy.
The chirring noise of the males which the females imitate with their four membranous wings, which kills you without touching you because it flings you under the metallic dome of a sun with no pity for your four little truths, because it penetrates you to the bone of its terrible fiction disguised as universal light, because it thrusts its noisy presence between you and whatever you love, which makes you lovesick ; and because it is for this lovesickness you are being treated, gropingly, at the center of darkness.
It’s in your head you always hear them the droning cicadas of patriarchy.
The strident cry of the world in the present state of the world which kills you without killing you because it pierces your left ear with a shrill hope always dashed, because it advertises with great fanfare dazzling metamorphoses which with your complicity it never accomplishes, because it holds your life in suspense over this deafening note, because it interposes itself violently between you and whomever you love, which makes you lovesick ; and because this incurable sickness has lodged itself in your head at the center of darkness.
Translated by Lise Weil and first published on :
TriviaPlaced on line on Sisyphe February 15, 2005.