Neil Hilborn - "OCD" (Rustbelt 2013)

"How can it be a mistake that I don't have to wash my hands after I touch her?!"

Here I go again with poetry slam with this piece by Neil Hilborn, diagnosed obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD) when he was a child.

If you are not comfortable with english - video has subtitles.

Enjoy!

Тютчев Фёдор Иванович - «Люблю глаза твои, мой друг...» & Сталкер (фильм)

Люблю глаза твои, мой друг,
С игрой иx пламенно-чудесной,
Когда иx приподымешь вдруг
И, словно молнией небесной,
Окинешь бегло целый круг...

Но есть сильней очарованья:
Глаза, потупленные ниц
В минуты страстного лобзанья,
И сквозь опущенныx ресниц
Угрюмый, тусклый огнь желанья.

1836 г.

Lily Myers - "Shrinking Women" (CUPSI 2013)

"a circular obsession I never wanted but
inheritance is accidental 
still staring at me with wine-stained lips from across the kitchen table"

When bodies talk

When bodies talk, a hand brushing across a face declares love the tongue never speaks.

When bodies talk, eyes make promises and lips keep them in the silent transfer of vows of the heart. 

When bodies talk, a steady stare and firm glance becomes a rod of correction. 

When bodies talk, they speak to us all in quiet whispers, heart-to-heart, and soul-to-soul, in soundless conversations.

s.p.