from “Mister Today”

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from “Mister Today”

A Desolate One
Enough Hiding
Gospel According to Plotinus
A Comparative One
Cantata after Plotinus
Self-inflicted Modesty
Manifesto of Love
There is No Silence
Plotinus kiss
Raven
Hölderlin’s Eagles
Spirit Flame
Firewater
Cosmopolitan Ode
A Nautical One
A Radio One
A Bird
Happy Carpet
Press Conference
Shadow
Monday’s Overture
A Famous Person’s Translation
Mister Today, a Doctor from Ossetia
The Last One to Go
Toy Blocks
Delicious Whiteness of Corn

In the shudder of a mouth, I recognized the end of the motorway,
along which Mister Today and I used to take our walks.
But we should not forget Vienna,
since at the back of Kärtnerstrasse there is a chair in a pub,
and on that chair a pair of tired eyes,
the sky almost vertical
or horizontally out of reach.
Not everything is in language.
Like the tractor Ferguson, red and spattered with mud,
which came from the opposite direction
and at once turned into a metal wreck,
and belongs to the same world as Mount Athos:
even though the eyes are up in the sky,
that which works in inaccessible ways
is spilled between the ears.
An empty wine bottle tells you almost everything.

2018-08-21T17:23:11+00:00 November 27th, 2006|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 51|0 Comments