To Sappho 

A  reading of a poetic series entitled To Sappho, in which I complete a few of her fragment and remove her own, creating my own fragments. 

2016

To Sappho

Our Lawrence

Of Arabia,
David Herber,
Saint Lawrence of Rome!

Ours, alive as ever,
does not foam,
nor scream,
nor yearn in ardent ebbs.

Lawrence, how docile!
How did you come to such silence?

Lawrence,  it seams
even the French have discarded you.

Marie Jane 
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Our Lawrence by Marie Jane

And as always, you narrow down,
Passus est! Assus est!*
And how they came in all their conquest,
And named the river yours, and made it compass

Dearest Lawrence,
you’ve had men race on logs, in your waves
and at this time of the year,
you’re ice up like a crème brulée!

*He suffered! He was roasted!

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Lawrence: The Martyr by Marie Jane

There are dichotomies at work here,
our land is not ours.

Do you feel this invasion, as I?

I remain unsure if I am of those who invade
or the invaded.

In myself, a reconciliation of language
begins with forgiveness.

It is our hill after all, which bears a cross.

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Ville Marie by Marie Jane

Our lady,
Catherine of Alexandria,
in all sacrifice, crosses
yours truly Lawrence,
where blossoms voluptuous,
short lived, loves.

Our lady martyr,
miraculously found in year 800
had hair 800 years long.

Of her skin,
they extracted oils,
removed her fingers
and placed them in a glass.

Our Matron Catherine,
our virgin saint,
swore of her living,
to forsake.

Herself only,
to one wiser,
wealthier,
and more handsome
than herself, only 14.

Our lady,
Catherine of Alexandria
in all sacrifice, remains
near the foot of St Lawrence
where blossoms voluptuous
short lived loves, the same.

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Words by Marie Jane
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Red Light District by Marie Jane

Gradiva Pt 2 
Marie Jane 
Taylor H.Stevenson 
Athena Delimanolis

Gradiva Pt 2

Fragments for Sappho Part 1 
Marie Jane & D"eon

Fragments for Sappho Part 1

Fragments of Sappho Part 2 
by Marie Jane & d'eon 

we, we share 
we, we share shelter
we, we share shelter in shade 

deserted, j'ai soif 
you water 4 languages 
yours, ours, their 

there is only body, 
pairing bodies, 
hers does not exist- his is not entity 

we, we share 
we, we share we 
we know hesitation 
thirst, waters whetting mouths and tongues and sexes, alike 
without hesitation 

skin bubbles when burnt, skin soothes skin, 
ice keeps layers of skin from further burning 
skinless bodies exhumes frailty & bones 
without hesitation you speak 

you whet tastes 
with such guttural language 
j'ai soif jet dis, j'ai soif, je te ids, jai soif, 
mentants tu, quand je te dis que j'ai soif - 

but you are too busy bleeding, soaking through and through, 
you bleed dead pregnancies, and dreams of protruding bellies, 
bellies full of blood, you bleed lives we bleed broken eggs,
and withering scents of petaled, of dried blood 
your womb is like a rose, you see
your womb is a flower you see- but most like an orchid 
your womb is protruding in bellies of blood and orchid petals withering scents/sang of languages 

to inscribe, into a child/tout ce sang/sens/sent 
bodies- hers/his/hirs/theirs t-h-e-i-r-s-h-i-r-h-e-r-t-h-e-y 



Fragments of Sappho Part 2

Pendulum is an open music collective
Taylor H.Stevenson 
D'Eon 
Marie Jane 
Picture by Laura Lynn


Talking To Ghosts

Pendulum is an open sound based collective 
Taylor H.Stevenson
D'eon 
Marie Jane 

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