J'ai vu un énorme institut de sociologie
Niania m'a dit cochon
The porcelain breaks.
Every sufferer has appetite.
The child with white holes in his head
on the way to the kingdom.
Ants, logs on their shoulders.
Lumberers change their boots.
I knew it will burst.
I sang big oaks,
foreheads sunk.
Sails rolled in the ashes.
Cooks, like Christ, with their white caps,
unscrew themselves
from the green branches
of the white birch tree.
The tent burns.
The linoleum in the membrane protects the disks.
The ice keeps back the incision and
on the macadam dust the paper caps fall first,
on the paper caps the singing, on the singing the shots.
Important Confessions
Firemen and policemen, all with their neat caps.
They fight. There's quite a smoke.
Cubes? We forgot them. Long
ago. They flew across
the air. I was in Rome. We didn't throw
cubes there. We followed events
in the gallery. Nani Ballestrini was
the biggest smart-ass. Cubes lie
peacefully in the ground where they
belong. Nina wrote me from
Paris: I fell in love, I'll marry soon. Then
(two years later) she told me:
The vengeance is sweet. I didn't understand.
We lived in hotel Beauvoir. Then I lived
in Pensione Cisterna, where all this
happened. I wrote Why am I fascist
when I came back to Ljubljana, when their
servant at the door of their house,
in front of the City Hall returned me all my
things in one of my travel bags.
_____
how immortality smells, the pillars of the house
the mountain in the harbour, woolen blankets in dreams
with leather ribbons, a glued together lumber room
with white canals, compressed paper
naphtha, the springs of blunt brothers
the golden technique of sequins, flowers
the ox kneels, shoulders are dissected
the vapor of hats, fires, the leaf fat of resellers
gaucho, hollow spiders
in the polymorphous white, cold sleek blood
the gift, one meter of the tip
high caballa, formalization's facit
sand in the atelier, the day of monsters
the tree-bark in the gallery, gray seal
the ground, dismembered batteries
black ships, black steamers
Niania m'a dit cochon
The porcelain breaks.
Every sufferer has appetite.
The child with white holes in his head
on the way to the kingdom.
Ants, logs on their shoulders.
Lumberers change their boots.
I knew it will burst.
I sang big oaks,
foreheads sunk.
Sails rolled in the ashes.
Cooks, like Christ, with their white caps,
unscrew themselves
from the green branches
of the white birch tree.
The tent burns.
The linoleum in the membrane protects the disks.
The ice keeps back the incision and
on the macadam dust the paper caps fall first,
on the paper caps the singing, on the singing the shots.
Important Confessions
Firemen and policemen, all with their neat caps.
They fight. There's quite a smoke.
Cubes? We forgot them. Long
ago. They flew across
the air. I was in Rome. We didn't throw
cubes there. We followed events
in the gallery. Nani Ballestrini was
the biggest smart-ass. Cubes lie
peacefully in the ground where they
belong. Nina wrote me from
Paris: I fell in love, I'll marry soon. Then
(two years later) she told me:
The vengeance is sweet. I didn't understand.
We lived in hotel Beauvoir. Then I lived
in Pensione Cisterna, where all this
happened. I wrote Why am I fascist
when I came back to Ljubljana, when their
servant at the door of their house,
in front of the City Hall returned me all my
things in one of my travel bags.
_____
how immortality smells, the pillars of the house
the mountain in the harbour, woolen blankets in dreams
with leather ribbons, a glued together lumber room
with white canals, compressed paper
naphtha, the springs of blunt brothers
the golden technique of sequins, flowers
the ox kneels, shoulders are dissected
the vapor of hats, fires, the leaf fat of resellers
gaucho, hollow spiders
in the polymorphous white, cold sleek blood
the gift, one meter of the tip
high caballa, formalization's facit
sand in the atelier, the day of monsters
the tree-bark in the gallery, gray seal
the ground, dismembered batteries
black ships, black steamers
translated from the Slovenian by Michael Thomas Taren and Tomaž Šalamun and Joshua Beckman
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