John Giorno

L'exposition du Palais de Tokyo à Paris consacrée actuellement au poète américain John Giorno est l'occasion de lui rendre hommage et de le faire rentrer dans ce blog. En 1968, John Giorno, juché sur des rollers, distribue aux passants de Manhattan quelques uns de ses poèmes, formant ainsi la série des Street Works. Parmi ceux-ci le Pornographic Poem, écrit en 1966, présenté, une fois n'est pas coutume, dans sa version originale en anglais.

Seven Cuban
army officers
in exile
were at me
all night.
Tall,
sleek,
slender
Spanish types
with smooth dark
muscular bodies
and hair
like wet coal
in their heads
and between their legs.
I lost count
of the times
I was fucked
by them
in every conceivable
position.
At one point
they stood
around me
in a circle
and I had
to crawl
from one crotch
to another
sucking
on each cock
until it was hard.
When I got all seven up
I shivered
looking up
at those erect pricks
all different lengths
and widths
and knowing
that each one
was going up
my ass hole.
Everyone
of them
came
at least twice
and some three times.
Once they put me
on the bed
kneeling,
one fucked me
in the behind,
another in the mouth,
while I jacked off
one
with each hand
and two
of the others
rubbed
their peckers
on my bare feet
waiting
their turns
to get
into my can.
Just when I thought
they were all spent
two of them
got together
and fucked me
at once.
The positions
we were in
were crazy
but with two
big fat
Cuban cocks
up my ass
at one time
I was
in paradise.