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Full Month in Istanbul

Getting Dark in the East
A Flood
A Woman Who Craved Ice
Advertisement for Death
Fragments about Photography

pistachio cake disappears in a single bite.
a blind singer changed his hair style.
he shaved, he put on a new shirt.
a sound is not something that we agree upon.
it is incised in all sides of the world
and disseminates orientation:
up is down, down is west,
east is afterwards and like this
for forty thousand kilometers.
taximeter is not on in the sunset
during the traffic jam on the bridge between continents.
which side is darker?
always the one you are arriving to.
there are only a few months on the menu.
and yet it is already a closing time:
trumpeters pat.
drummers take newspapers and ice-cream away:
it is late for shopping and for pausing.
you take your bags and you go out:
it is hot, it is cold
between the legs.

Translated by Ana Sviličić

AuthorBranko Čegec
2023-06-08T11:41:16+00:00 June 6th, 2023|Categories: Poetry, Literature, Blesok no. 150|Comments Off on Full Month in Istanbul