METAMORPHOSIS OF NARCISSUS

(EXTRACT)

Now the great mystery draws near,
the great metamorphosis is about to occur.

Narcissus, in his immobility, absorbed
by his reflection with
the digestive slowness of carnivorous plants,
becomes invisible.

There remains of him only
the hallucinatingly white oval of his head,
his head again more tender,
his head, chrysalis of hidden biological designs,
his head held up by the tips of the water’s fingers,
at the tips of the fingers
of the insensate hand,

of the terrible hand,
of the excrement-eating hand,
of the mortal hand
of his own reflection.

When that head slits
when that head splits
when that head bursts,
it will be the flower,
the new Narcissus,
Gala –
my narcissus.
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The first poem and the first painting obtain entirely through the integral application of Paranoid-Critical Method (Dalí)

Metamorphosis of Narcissus - poem

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