Translated by Dragana Velkovska
From “Надживување / Surviving”, Blesok, 2012.
‘… the crime of being’
Jacque Lacan1F
Why is the seed still hidden?
Why is it uncoiled this spring too?
Is it dead or its time is still forbidden
to sprout and to bloom?
God forbid it should grow in ill times –
unless it has to, triggered by the germ
so that it would not dry or petrify
at least then it can testify
before being put in a bag
for everyone’s seasonal use
and then planted in lined up beds
to be trimmed for decorations fitted…
Do the children dream about flowers
whose names they cannot yet know,
just like maybe even Adam dreamt of them
before he could see or give a name to each one?
Or does that come in our dreams on its own
as it was once in Paradise
before we wake up
and substantiate in the Demise?
Are we substantiating or not –
is the substance somewhere else?
The choice is someone else’s, the gene’s?
It is ours to dovetail with the dreams.
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1. ‘Hamlet, for his part (in contrast with Oedipus), is from the start guilty of being. For him being is unbearable. The problem, the crime of being, is imposed on him with his own words, to be or not to be, that engage him irredeemably in being…’ Jacque Lacan, Canaba