Myths are story patterns that ground human’s spirit and fuel our faith in life. Their human creatures and other beasts and symbols recharge our trust in our beingness. Their presence doesn’t give explanations: there is no rational reason to be alive. From the nothingness before the beginning of everything come our names and secrets. That familiar unknown gives birth to Mythix.
What your eyes would say if they could shout?
What did you see that everyone should know?
What did you see that nobody should know?
What did you see that makes you hate life?
What did you see that makes you love life?
What trillions of eyes for millions of years have seen
and still refuse to talk about?
The tenderness possible in every gesture
The wonder and the horror lying within every breath
The miraculous
Maybe we need to shut them down to remember.
From where do you come from
when you don’t walk?
Who are you
when you don’t talk?
How does your heart put itself together
when you don’t feel?
How do your hands exist
when you don’t reach?
How does your soul birth
when you don’t desire?
How do you touch me
when I don’t know who I am
To resolve my skin
To release my shivers
To impede my worst
How do I know who you are
when I touch you
Deeper than love
The need to share
the bounty
of innocence
That trust
to discover
Attuned
with nothingness.
What’s the value of Life?
What’s the value of Death?
what’s your value
between the worlds?
Reaching out into the glow
my breath experiences
everything I don’t know
My spine bursts
My marrow shines
Stars in my cells
Stories in my feathers
How much of me
should I exist
despite flow of doubts
Can I breath
three times
and appear
despite my fear of being seen
Can I disturb
the air
and plant
a unique life?
I will meet you
on the other side
The day
we got married.
You are important
You are the night of the sun
that carries
the beginning.
The story of a life that didn’t work
Lost in time, lost of time, of sweat
Too many people involved, desperate
to find a way home
I’m not here to tell it. Too boring
I’m here to spit out the end
DO WHAT YOU WANT
YOU WILL DIE ONE DAY
Death has many hearts
She will dive for you
She will crack down for you
She will drown for you
Until you walk with your face up
Until you shit your bottom happy
Until you meet your guts.
Death has many hearts
She will kill you until you live.
Is love a waist?
How many fingers
Do I need
To tell you
Again
That I explode
In you.
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Death bothers those who cannot see
At the edge of time
my weight pulls you
toward the end
Look at the void
Enjoy the NO.
What is the value of Life
within your blood
What is the value of Life
every time you feel something
What is the value of Life
at the moment of your death
How many kids do you need to have
to perceive the value of Life
within your belly?
Breakdown your memories
into cells of power
that immerse you into your real asset:
the value of your Life
What is the value of your Life
each time you breath
each time you fart
each time you love
What is the value of your Life
within your organism,
your bones, your laws
How can you not trust
what you contain
Galaxies of histories
Veins of faith
Feces of wonder
How can you not trust
your nervous system
and the justice that rules over
the sparkles of your synapses
What is the value of your Life
when you despair
Trust despair
Trust the pizza that you like
Trust the friend who betrayed you
Trust the air you inhale
At every levels of your being
explode into the confidence in
the value of your Life.
Deep within Life
there’s a voracious Void
Who doesn’t care
Shining, sturdy, reliable,
It eats every glowing particle,
Winds, homes, plans
It eats brains and dreams
It eats your heart
Swallows your soul
Deep within Life
there’s a NO
That is a YES
there’s Death
That is Life.
My butts believe in reality
No AI will deprive me of my humanity
No budget will deprive me of strawberries
No boss will deprive me of freedom
No election will prevent me from laughing
No war will prevent me from falling in love
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The most ancient laws of Life
give you the right
to lie when you want ice cream
to fuck when you are bored
to sell your art
when you want to have fun.
Between possibilities burst impossibilities
Queen of Nowhere
I am not going to tell you why you exist
(THE STAR IN EXILE IN MY CHEST)
Nobody remembers me
but I am here
and I feel
the pearl that never dies
at the center
A beginning that never ends
in my heart
I am born impossible
I carry the universe
and collapse with it
When I breath
stars explode
and worlds start over again
in my chest
in exile.
(I AM HERE TO STAY)
From the Beginning
I am here to stay
I will myself alive
I will myself sturdy
I will myself willing
From the Beginning
I decide to be.
That might hurt
That might disappoint
That might surprise
That might reward
The beast knows
She smells your shit
And tells you where to go.
(REMEMBER ME)
Don’t forget me
I was there at the Beginning
Remember my tongue
Remember my shiver
Remember my memory
I am here
pointing at your below
I have the value of Life
It has nothing to do with the weather
or with politic
or with AI
or with fashion
It has nothing to do
with religion
or with science
I have the value of Life
from the start
from the real
from Death
from the unreal
from the Fall
from the Apocalypse
Now
I have the value of Life
Just because.
(I AM HERE)
What makes you think
that you’re not blessed?
that your life is a failure?
that you’re not worthy of breathing?
Why on earth
would you give up now?
See bellow the surface
Feel your tongue
Feel your song
I am here.
There’s nothing to understand. Life blinks on and off
(SHINE OR DIE)
I am just a single person
and the infinite is at my door
How am I supposed to swallow
the brilliance of reality
without exploding?
Grow impossible
No question asked
Increase the fuel
Under the pillow
Bellow the umbilicus
You know
Let yourself stink
Enchanted smell
of your skunk crotch
Beguiled
Encroached
Hooked
Fishy
happy
cunt
Indestructible worm
Pushes her teeth through the carpet
As long as you don’t eat the sun
you have the right to be enormous
As long as you don’t sink the ocean
you have the right to bite the sky
Where am i going
despite of myself?
Which direction takes my blood
when I don’t pay attention
How do my bowels move
when I am sad?
How does my brain pulse
when I’m exited?
How does my soul jumps
when I would rather
rest.
it’s only a beginning
Bite the dust
Shine through the ground
Birth your own dirt
Plant your teeth
Harvest a star
From which beginning
do you exist?
Which breath
do you want to spread?
Which walk
do you want to show?
One wind after the other,
the world swirls,
daily
Which ground
do you want to pour
out o your guts?
Which desire
pushes you
to stride
Once upon a time.
I crotch the field
I step the land
I cunt the soil
Until it grows
What does the flower of peace in your hand?
Is peace a refusal to talk
or a decision to speak out?
Is it a display of intention
or a sleeping of the mind?
Is it hiding in the wood
or to walk on the
concrete
hard core?
Is it diminishing your heart
by saying “yes”
or expending your guts
by saying
NO!
Is it the white dove
who disappears in heaven
without asking your name
or the raven
who observes you closely
and knows you?
Is peace a perfect detachment
or an unperfect caring?
Is it a smelly intimacy
or a disinfected purpose?
Is it a space of mystery
or a proper discipline?
Is peace
something to swallow
or something to spit out?
Dare not knowing
what you exist for!
I am going there
because I’m loved
The roads are clear of monsters
I’m going there
where I’m at peace
with my legs
Steps of grace
Right from the start
I have no justification
I drop on Earth
earnestly
Foundation peg
I don’t know who you are
You come from a peak
of silence
You kiss me like Death
I don’t know how you are me
Stranger in my chest
Birth me hard.
The leaves attach the clouds
from the tree
The air shouts the rain
into the roots
The smell of the soil
grows worms
and toes
and pushes my smiles
like a budding leaf.
(HATHOR)
I build my home
like a hieroglyph
A physical light
of stone
and heart
A space of impossibility
where we meet
An eye of concrete
that holds
our whish
into shelter
A cocoon
for whatever
that never existed
But first
taste the fig
of the underworld
Otherwise
you won’t believe me
Before dawn
I will
reach your feet
touch your tongue
show you the door
Big fish eats small fish
Bite as much as you want
Your hunger makes me shine stronger
Through your teeth I grow my own
Through your desire
I grow my own
Through your emptiness
I create my space
Through your cupidity
I cleave my freedom
Flower of bed
Budding butts
Fruit me ON
Seed me IN
Does reality care
about us
or does she stare at us
blankly
like a drunken mother
like an empty Madonna
with dried breasts
like a keyhole
that will never open
Does reality care
about us
When I sleep when I wake up
is she aware of me
When I have no words
because I’m exhausted of trying
does she care
if I failed so much
if I hurt so much
if I crashed so much
that I don’t care if she cares
Does reality care about us when I don’t know anymore what it is to care
What it is to care
Maybe it’s a feather
that cuts through the whole mess
Maybe it’s a story that binds
impossible lovers
Maybe she cares so much that she breaks us down
so we can meet
What is the value of Life
when politics go astray
What is the value of Life
when people die of hatred
What is the value of Life
when people stop caring
because too much is too much
when screens pretend
that they have emotions
and when humans believe them
What is the value of Life
when guns are the main arguments
when drones are the only conversation
when leaders
have no idea of who they are
and why they are
What is the value of Life
in a human’s step
in your neighbor’s breath
in your cat’s fur
What is the value of Life
in money
when it’s spent on grocery
on a car
on a kid
when it’s spent on drilling oceans
What is the value of Life
in a shrimp
Be a shrimp for a second
What is the value of Life
when you don’t know anymore who you are
and still choose
to bite eagerly into the mud
of the fertile abyss
What is the value of Life
when you realize that you don’t have
to justify your breath
your teeth
your hair
your pulse
that you don’t have to prove
the value of your Life.
My ovaries trust my legs
Why people are too busy to love?
What is happiness anyway?
You don’t exist
until you care
Stronger than Death
Stronger than fusses
Stronger than any questions
Stronger than dusk and dawn
Stronger than trying
Upside down
The only way that makes sense
You before me
Me before you
And the reverse
is also true
EVE PICHER 