The Night Is Darkest Before the Dawn

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The Night Is Darkest Before the Dawn

Bucharest 5 ½
Dear Sun
Reclining On Verses
Sultriness Over Mountain Water
The Sense of One Night
TV Screen and Jim Beam to Mr. Koala, after Snežana Bukal"s story
How to Write a Poem
Gentle Poem

you need whiteness
scary whiteness
voracious emptiness
and firm decision
a steady hand
as a surgeon (or a butcher)
relaxed thought with allowed whirlpools
entrances in pictures
without reconciliation on exits
the whisper and shout of the past never sing together
except in some strained poem

say something sad in the poem
everyone likes sad pictures events people
no matter how horrible this truth is
everyone finds comfort in someone else’s shits
and wants to see how someone wins
you must have the winner in the poem
otherwise they will think that poetry is indulgent
that the poet surrendered, though they are not always
sure what the poet was going to say

as well as many of the poets
when we heave truths around

we are all made of past
so dig pictures from yourself
the probability that someone else would find himself in them
is rather big
your troubles become someone else’s
and the road through buildings of the past
becomes a proper walk through ruins

like war tourism

which is another unavoidable
whether we’d like to recognize it or not
gazed in someone else’s shit
filled with sweet shudders
in the spine back chests arms
ecstatically excited that we are alive
not being the others the perished
not being swallowed by the emptiness
26 July 2005

Translated by the author, edited by Elizabeta Bakovska

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