VAGISSEMENT – un poème by henrik aeshna

Pull up a scream from the bottom of your angst

& make it explode through the

make it shake the ground &
concrete buildings


world is sick,
the world is sick!

out! get out
of here now!

stop! stay
where you are!

may the loose beasts hurl in the alleys their
insatiable thirst

may the streets & roads be our
infinite living room

the night is a baby!

let us declaim long erotic spurts on church altars

vomit our bloody heartburn on the
walls of dead buildings



out! get out
of here!!!

stop! stay
where you are!!!

world is sick,
the world is sick!

crash clash
thrash boom boom boom

what now we’re far from home!!!?

a toast to the screaming hunger & thirst in our entrails

— we want sex sex & mooore sex,

orgasm of voracious tongues entwined, saliva & breath,

O my wild love, love o’’mine

come poetry

the true living

a new loving

a new feeling

come the new season

a new vibration

a new pulsation

come poetry

come now & always & right NOW

may every moment be fever magic rapture dream mystery

may every second be eternal

let us dance naked on the piano-on-fire of rocknroll,

on the debris of all of our laws & plagues

& celebrate the Great Law of the Unheard-of Scream dictated by unbridled
subjectivity running wild

let us tag motel mirrors & kingdoms w/ terrible sacraments

& dance dance dance till dawn

frigid poets, give art an ORGASM!

it’s time to face your biggest ghost & say “NO MORE!

it’s time to live danger again, inject yr body with a new violence

it’s time to get real & start dreaming again

it’s time to tear up your ID & become multiple

it’s time to smirch yr makeup & show yr real face

it’s time to spit at all jerks, mock at all mirrors & judgments

it’s time to stop regretting & wake up – do what you want shall be
the whole of the Law!

it’s time to get out of the cocoon & make it happen,

life begins NOW!

go now, no matter where, your name is vengeance!

run amuck,

arm yrself w/ seeds, shoot your gun at random:

scream love bleed breathe

sin run die & reborn

life is brief money is eternal

& FUCK the rest!

( h aeshna, about 20 yrs
old )


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About Henrik Aeshna

Henrik Aeshna lives amongst flowers, cats & visions in a rundown hotel in the heart of Montmartre, Khajuraho-Paris. Degenerate artist, explorer of intensities & translator, he’s the conspirator of outlaw poetry network Tsunami bOOKS & the creator of SchizoPoP Manifesto, a mix of shamanoise poetry, intravenous visual deliriums & sound/body painting. His poems & visual interventions have recently been published in Paris, London & in the US. His upcoming poetry book is titled The Absinthe Diaries, & his first solo exhibition is due to take place in Paris this Summer. He sees poetry as a Tjurunga key capable of reconnecting his blood, as well as his deepest being, to a more exuberantly dangerous & vaster realm of experiences. Dance, Ecstasy & Dreams. - Website :
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