Permanently  exiled

 

taken

language was my home

permanently exiled

stolen

lightning bold

simply taken away

Aphasia she was it

buffeted by the stroke

dented she left me

speechless

thinking nonetheless

 

blown away

Foreign Accent would be funny Syndrome

Isn’t at all

should be in love with every word that tumbles over my lip

but I’m not

make a rap to the rhythm the she slapped on me

hit Aphasia back

I envy your speech

gushing effortlessly

not from my lips j'ai honte

weep wordless tears

 

kicked out

language was my home

Aphasia and accomplice Agraphia

it was them

barriers everywhere

wordfinding

words play hide and seek with me

thought-travel

on my mental tongue

knew the word a moment ago

will not let this get me down

 

uprooted

perception round the corner

blockade

I listened into myself in vain

caves of dark awareness

visualize

seek and believe to be finding

again nothing

sitting tensely like

cat on the hunt

circumphrasing

 

alienated

persevering writing

verbal in dream state

rolling here and there barriers

wanting to render thoughts to spoken

thoughts to writing

les paroles m'échappent

away gone

but I know

they are somewhere in my memory

which has its own mind

 

filtering

water from the river Lethe

Aphasia she was it

flooded my speech memory

had to sieve through it

for fragments and remnants

only they did not fit into what I wanted to say

words were there

but not when I needed them

logomantic or logomanducation

catch algae instead of words

 

up-feasable

Erato the muse

trickled from phial

Water of the river Mnemosyne

in my ear

mazing myself

through a tremendous labyrinth

to de-declare forgetfulness

awaken hedges

invoke recollection

 

intricate view compression

skin of consciousness

language is my identity

at least it was

now I bawl again

brackets

thinking thoughts

still goes

en m'accrochant aux paroles

fluttering thoughts wishing to be sound

whirring behind my lips

 

wordless structures

giving space to

sprout

word crystallizing

word sound should

be nailed down but

pursuit of letters

gaps

sunlight creeping in

poetry protects me

like my breath

 

growing

to a spoken word

thinking lets its silence go

invisibility dispersed

into sonic spaciousness

concept of pre- or extra linguistic thought

the proof of the pudding that’s me

my thinking

did not let itself be impressed

by Aphasia nor Agraphia

and thought spaciously

 

elicitation of a word

hermeneutics of my thinking

trusting

it resides somewhere

that word which I’m after

I knew it before

can track it down

for sure

running-board of my thoughts

one sentence-leap to another

tickled out deep-sea semantics

 

now Onomastician

in all languages that I knew

translating thought

cross-fertilization of my languages

my linguistic landscape

langue maternelle française

switching to Swiss German

somewhen English, Italian, Spanish

up to this distinct day

unwelcome guest Aphasia

Brula tous mes paroles ainsi que le chant and writing

 

burning scorching pillaging

I began to bend nevertheless

my tongue on each letter

speech-therapeutically

in English now

could say my second mother tongue

monosyllabic disyllabic then three-syllabic

reading as bannister for my tongue

in the see of spoken language I used ice floes

jumping intermittently from one to another

which is considered as otherness

 

fragmentized word seeking

transformed circumscribing

what is reflected in language

I can’t express with it

quoting Wittgenstein

neither can I

for a different reason

polyphonic forked tongue

Fata Morganaesque word formations

Fantôme de parole

my speech goes walk-about

 

my language vest has small holes

purling accent

in each of my re-found languages

palimpsestic speech

sick of constant ‘where-are-you-from’

white lies instead the tale of woe

rewording does not matter

when they take me as Dutchwoman

me the stateless

reason Aphasia

belonging to more than one tongue

 

voices of the brain orchestra

verbalisation funnel

computer dictionaries for writing

amalgamate utterance by sound

alliteration guessing game

word-brambles

assonance-husk

Agraphia's barriers

word packing processes

word that goes away when I need it

and exchanges its shadow

 

thought of written matter

periphrase

funnel-like tunnel

feeling my way for weightless sounding bodies

in my thoughts they were resonating about

should prod myself

poking for word-bats

walking through word-empty streets of language-suburbs

then tapps on my shoulder

quite timidly the word after which

I was searching not so long ago

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