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Publié par Moicani - L'Odéonie

PAR STEPHEN HAWEIS 1909

"One O'Clock at Night" by Mina Loy

Though you have never possessed me
I have belonged to you since the beginning of time
And sleepily I sit on your chair beside you
Leaning against your shoulder
And your careless arm across my back gesticulates
As your indisputable male voice      roars
Through my brain and my body
Arguing “Dynamic Decomposition”
Of which I understand nothing
Sleepily
And the only less male voice of your brother pugilist of the intellect
Booms      as it seems to me      so sleepy
Across an interval of a thousand miles
An interim of a thousand years
But you who make more noise than any man in the world when you clear your throat
Deafening      wake me
And I catch the thread of the argument
Immediately assuming my personal mental attitude
And cease to be a woman

Beautiful halfhour of being a mere woman
The animal woman
Understanding nothing of man
But mastery      and the security of imparted physical heat
Indifferent to cerebral gymnastics
Or regarding them as the self-indulgent play of children
Or the thunder of alien gods
But you wake me up
Anyhow      who am I that I should criticize your theories of “Plastic Velocity”
“Let us go home      she is tired      and wants to go to bed.

 

Parturition

I am the centre

Of a circle of pain
Exceeding its boundaries in every direction
The business of the bland sun
Has no affair with me
In my congested cosmos of agony
From which there is no escape
On infinitely prolonged nerve-vibrations
Or in contraction
To the pinpoint nucleus of being
Locate an irritation without
It is within
Within
It is without.
The sensitized area
Is identical with the extensity
Of intension

Pain is no stronger than the resisting force
Pain calls up in me
The struggle is equal

A leap with nature
Into the essence
Of unpredicted Maternity
Against my thigh
Tough of infinitesimal motion
Scarcely perceptible
Undulation
Warmth moisture

Stir of incipient life
Precipitating into me
The contents of the universe
Mother I am
Identical
With infinite Maternity
Indivisible
Acutely
I am absorbed
Into
The was-is-ever-shall-be
Of cosmic reproductivity

Mina Loy

AVEC DJUNA BARNES 1927

There is no Life or Death,
Only activity
And in the absolute
Is no declivity.
There is no Love or Lust
Only propensity
Who would posses 
Is a nonentity.
There is no First or Last
Only equality
And who would rule
Joins the majority.
There is no Space or Time
Only intensity,
And tame things
Have no immensity.

  Mina Loy

AVEC PEGGY GUGGENHEIM

Man Ray, Mina Loy, Tristan Tzara, Jean Cocteau, Ezra Pound, Jane Heap, Kiki, Martha Dennison

AVEC JANE EAP & EZRA POUND

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Mina Loy - Consider Your Grandmother’s Stays (1916)

 

"Gertrude Stein," by Mina Loy

Curie
of the laboratory
of vocabulary
she crushed
the tonnage
of consciousness
congealed to phrases
to extract
a radium of the word

An Old Woman

The past has come apart
events are vagueing
the future is a seedless pod
the present pain.

Not even pain has that precision
with which it struck youth.

Years like moths
erode internal organs
hanging or falling
in a spoiled closet.

Does you mirror bedevil you?
Or is the impossible
possible to senility?

How could the erstwhile
agile and slim self—
that narrow silhouette—
come to contain
this huge incognito—
this bulbous stranger—
only to be exorcised by death?

Dilation has entirely dominated
your long reality. 


Mina Loy

 

LES GOUACHES DE MINA LOY :

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La Maison en papier: drawing and gouache by Mina Loy, 1906


Clothesline Jesus by Mina Loy 1917

Mina Loy - Surreal Scene (1930)


Mina Loy, Communal Cot, c. 1950. Papier maché and rags

BECOMING MODERN : MINA LOY
BECOMING MODERN : MINA LOY
BECOMING MODERN : MINA LOY

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