JOVICA IVANOVSKI: TEN POEMS

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JOVICA IVANOVSKI: TEN POEMS

A CARPET OF GENES
AS WHEN SOMEONE IN AUTUMN…
ESCAPE FROM…
THEY ARE OF ALL KINDS
WATER COVER
MEMORIES, AS IF NOT MINE
CROSSING ALSO NEEDS EXERCISE
IMPROVISATION
ADULTERER’S
I’D RATHER SHOOT


ESCAPE FROM…

Escape from yourself, that’s what poetry is.
In the meantime you search for yourself –
that’s poetry, too.
The garbage in the streets, the neon lights,
the pavements – it’s all poetry.
Then reality breaks apart like a fire-cracker.
You don’t like the sparklers for they sparkle
joy that lasts only too briefly.
You don’t like the candles either, neither
on birthday cakes nor on graves.
The overwrought poems are like
whores with too much makeup, or raped
Christmas trees.
That’s why the poets (and the no-poets) get
horny on simple things.
One should hide from humanity
to find the human being in himself,
and then escape from it
as far as possible.
AuthorJovica Ivanovski
Translated byZoran Ančevski
2019-12-27T11:44:09+00:00 December 18th, 2019|Categories: Literature, Poetry, Blesok no. 129|0 Comments