The Summit from The Summit by Black Saturn & Antonella Eye Porcelluzzi

Free is my style
I talk
in Foreign English
But I make it clear
Just the idea
And I’m in gear

And further
another gap
To keep us distant
If you search for that
I write on paper
Avoiding to
Be a puppet
Avoiding to
Learn by heart
To sharpen
The inside void
of the mind
But this was still the context
Of the Christmas gift-packet
So how to grow up
With words
Which are mine
And which I want
To give to you
Spirits high
Expressing
Rapidly
decisevely
Ironically
Sound fully
This makes my day
This makes my fears
Stray
My borders veer away

So if I’m making
The exercise
It’s not to feed
My proud
Not just small-talking around
It is to fight together
The fogs and the wallows
People are strange
When you are a stranger
They do not follow
To understand Dante
I cannot study in Denver
Just make me some space
Give me the chance
To talk about my gender
To spick my words so far
They get in danger
To spick and talk together
About love
Love is all you need

You say poetry
And I feel
It sounds
Weird
While poetry
Is the mother
Of all words
Of all sentences
Of all rhymes
Of all combining patterns
Of all the evidence
Of the soul
I love to trick
And jinx
This moment
Cause we’ll never
Ever
Repeat it

And we sum up together
All the depths
Of this language
All the things we want to express
All the paths we want to take
To be ourselves
All what we want to be
Your way and mine
Your past and mine
Shan shan
Remember
This is a summit
Of entire populations
This is redemption
This is event
This is our summit
Dammit
We have to let it grow
We have to get it through
Make it
Clever
Sexy
Stylish
With French spirit
And French fries
You like to travel
So do i
Call me bridge
My speciality
Is the fringe
My vocality
Comes out of the fridge
Of society
To deliver the best
Yes the very best
Of gigs

• Contemporary Poetry
• Electronic
• Noise
• Punk Laboratory
• Sound Art
• Spoken Word
• Marseille