Zoë Lund

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Zoë Lund (née Zoë Tamerlis) lived many roles during her 37 years - musician, political activist, actress, model, writer, wife, junkie.........



"That which is not yet, but ought to be,
is more real than that which merely is."
Zoe Lund - quite frequently





http://zoelund.com/

 

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A poem by 18-year-old Zoë, from "Somewhere Between the Subway and Six Feet"

THE LIFE

Zoë Tamerlis

Feb. 15, 1980

One love, one room, one hundred names,
windows blackened, if only they were my eyes.

Alone, lifetime spinning, sharpened to the point,
Taut,
Flexed.

In position of the strike it's been so long I've
garnered bedsores, and they will not let me sleep.

Where is the romance, now when the thirst is felt?
For velvet, syrup, and charity?
It was so clever: a false name, a slavic thrust,
Now they howl in the stillness, sand in the wind,
And your eyes sting but you know they cannot close.

Time was never in an hourglass.
It undulates, teasing with precision.
Time is a monsoon of strength and cowardice,
raw, but with veils, jails, of pain.

Objects have the strangest smell,
They reek of power, I think.
Telephones, hard-boiled eggs,
a knife, an oven, an iron grate.

My key in the door,
Who am I today?
I wait, wait for myself.
But if I'm not here, I disappear.
And so, myself, I wait.

One love, one room, one hundred names.
Windows blackened, if only they were my eyes.

Somewhere between the subway and six feet.

 

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Fathoms Deep

Zoë Tamerlis

(early 1980s)

Here the streets were fathoms deep
The city didn't know it
The men who long had dug the wells
Had no need to show it.

Tombs beneath the cobblestones
Dreams beneath the tombs
Water echoes reveries
And deeper still were wombs

Crime the carver loved its pit
The river's mouth ate stone
Channels cut through murk and silt
All that lived was bone.

Sometimes men who saw the rush
As banks grew slim some men stood by

They thought the rush was fright
It was their own, though, as they watched
The ground surrendered with delight.

Deep beneath the well-paved streets
The wave showed none its might
But we in silence dig the wells
To hear us rushing into night.



all from same source

 

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