of the sea
You are the Earth's lover
Enslaved you dream another planet
In the eye of apparition
By a bluish light
was devouring the darkness
In the field of smokes
a flock of imprisoned birds sleep
If I hear their call
If I shoot at them by star
They will jump out
like secret hinds
into a moved world
Once he will give me a gold apple
as a gift
Entombed in its
EXPERIENCES ON THE PLANET
Great ice oceans radiant of light
Were turning their faces to the eternal sun.
In the hell of vulcano the fire scattered
Fiery roses of helium and hydrogen.
Crystals great like the earth's towns
Hanging on the threads of liquid Atmosphere
Stunned me with their indecent forms.
Entering the crystal spheres
I was shouting my name
Which then spred, echoing,
Into the most distant corners of the Universe
Has excited just the green-yellow grasshoppers
Of unimaginable size.
Catching with their hind legs
The sticky morning light
They were making very skillfully
Of the numberless cubes of quartz
Closing acces to me
To the planet's center
Stars were melting. It is their power to be
exciting. I watched, sleepy, from a flower:
the stars melted drop by drop. Through the
atmosphere unpleasent odors of starry liquid
\ spred. A great galactic storm was approaching.
Puce flowers were sprouting in the Space.
The anxiety of animals warned to danger.
Grashoppers were leaving the planet in swarms.
Ants penetrated deep toward the core. Clouds
of birds turned off the sun. Entrails of the
having drunk some of the fragrant star liquid
aflame. They roared painfully in the darkness.
The fire was spreading first by circulation
all over their bodies. Then explosions of inner
organs happened. The heart exploded most fiercely.
It soared into space like a fiery ball and lit
the planet for a moment.
I listened to breathing of metals
Similar to breathing of beasts
* * *
Metals warred against air
Moved through underground corridors like moles,
undermining stability of the planet
Air entered the crevices on the crust
And attacked them trying to cause
Chemical changes in their characters
They swallowed it greedely
And then digested for a long time
On the leaf of a copper-colored herb
A butterfly laid an egg
Of human eye size.
That egg is a little planet
That will wake up
In three light years.
Then so woken
It will orbit around a flower
Like around its own Sun.
Measuring of the earth
Like a measuring of death
Measuring of the sun
Like a measuring of stars
Geometry of my dream
To geometry of the Universe
Machines were catching us
With their sharp gears
And ground slowly meat and bones.
Blood flew away by special drains
For irrigation of carnivore herbs
It was a systematic destruction of our bodies
But our spirit even more curiously
Continued research into stars.
Water advanced from the east and from the west
As if willing to show that it is the matter
The Universe is made of.
Initially I laughed at it.
I breathed the air. Walked on a narrow
Belt of the planet that was not flooded.
Hunted beasts in forests.
Fruit was falling down from tree branches
Into high grasses and hiding before
Greedy eyes of grasshopers.
Stars twinkled mystically in the
Space and spoke to me about galactic
Roads. Then I admired fire.
I sacrifaced blood of my daughters to it.
It never extinguished in front of
My tents. At evening it would pleasantly
Permeated my bones with its warmth.
Water still advanced.
I began think more and more about it.
I did not laugh any more. I saw its
Voracious face and was afraid.
It flooded the earth and forests, drowned
The beasts. Then it began to fill
Atmosphere. I was helpless.
Finally it covered stars and extinguished
The Sun. All my being was now
Occupied with water.
( From the poem "Planet” 1960-1963.)
WINTER SNOW RUNNING HORSE
MAN MAYBE DEAD WALK
man maybe dead walk
man maybe walk dead
man dead maybe walk
man dead walk maybe
man walk dead maybe
man man man
man man maybe
man man dead
man man walk
mybe dead man
maybe dead maybe
maybe dead dead
maybe dead walk
dead dead man
dead dead mybe
dead dead dead
dead dead walk
walk walk man
walk walk maybe
walk walk dead
walk walk walk
(Permutational poetry l97o)
WITH NOODLES CERTENLY
MAY BE I DON’T WANT DON’T FORGET
ZAJECAR RICH SOUP
ACCORDING TO THIS I’LL SPEND SUMMER
IN MARRIAGE HAVE I RIGHT
AT SLAVIJA CALMS DOWN
ACCORDING TO THIS WHILE I’M GOINGG
MAYBE I DON’T WANT IT’S TIME
NEVER DON’T FORGET
FFOR SITTING IT’S TIME
BUT HOW I’LL LOVE
CUT IT OUT OF COURSE
YOU ARE RIGHT DON’T FORGET
WELL TO MIX ON ROAST
ORGANIST I’LL SPEND SUMMER
AT SLAVIJA DON’T FORGET
I’LL HAVE DON’T FORGET
ON DIKE RICH SOUP
STRAIN WHILE I’M GOING
FROM PENALTY LET ME SUGGEST
STRAIN I’LL FLY
NEVER LET ME SUGGEST
STRAIN WHILE I’M GOING
CUT IT OUT I’M SWIMMING
WITH NOODLES CERTANLY
I’LL HAVE YMY HAIR CUT A CAIR
ORGANIST I’D LIEKE
IN AMARRIAGE I’M COMING BACK
WELL TO MIX ON ROAS
NO INTEREST HAVE I RIGHT
WELL TO MIX I’LL FLY
IN MARRIAGE MEANWHILE
IN MARRIAGE DON’T FORGET
AT THE SAME TIME LET ME SUGGEST
WITH NOODLES I’D LIKE
ACCORDING TO THIS WHILW I’M GOING
FOR SITTING I DON’T WANT
MAYBE NOT I’LL LOVE
ORGANIST IT’S TIME
FOR WINTER RICH SOUP
FROM PENALTY I’D LIKE
STRAIN I’LL EAT
IN MARRIAGE RICH SOUP
NO INTEREST I’M COMING BACK
MAYBE NOT I INFLUENCE
ACCORDING TO IT SURELY
WELL TO MIX RICH SOUP
I HAVE MY HAIR CUT FROM THE OLD TIMES
NO INTEREST IT’S TIME
BUT HOW I SWIM
ACCORDING TO IT I’D LIKE
BUT HOW YOUR HOBBY
I’LL WALK I’LL FLY
ON DIKE ON ROAST
FFOR WINTER CALMS DOWN
I HAVE MY HAIR CUT I’LL FLY
NEVER AT CAIR
AT THE SAME TIEME I’M SWIMMING
(Ready-made and phenomenological poetry)
hygiene of toilet bowl
you will maintain easier
if you purchase a nice
and practical brush
A physiological excrement
consists of water
and unused part of
have not mucus or blood
do not stink much
are of sourish taste
Domestic sheep is:
an incredibly boring
If you take a raven
from its nest
as a young bird
he will become
He will learn up:
to bark like a dog
to coo like a pigeon
and to laugh
like a man
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I WANT TO BE A DRUM
i want to be a drum artificial
eyelashes are in fashion
wake up for you will have troubles
with digestive organs
niagara has begun operating
down with europe
live japanese antarctica expedition
do you accept modern fashion
woman always offers hand first
try to exclude thoughts from your head
life in brothels is not same everywhere
what does moscow want in beijing
it doesn't upset us much
the earth's magnetic field has shape of a comet
i admire coats made of camel hair
you have a runner on your stocking
rest on chang khay chek matrasses
while drinking castor oil
I'M MOUNTING ROCINANTE AGAIN
(Aleatoric and stohastic poetry)
WHEN I AM AN ENGLISH FOOTBAL NATIONAL TEAM PLAYER
when i am an english footbal
national team player with three transplanted
organs from same donor please
free me from head cold i will spent summer holidays
on a mountain like in a dentist-medical
academy and let history of mankind
remain in scars i will find
a formula for all and everybody before i
arrive to copenhagen on a wooden wheel
and glass cases mute crocodiles will begin to
like crickets on grill
and when i put me in order with a chimney sweep
brush and winter kohlrabi in
my pockets excuse me for having
to write to you i will become a red
horse in a golden ashtray i do not need
a box of aspirins do not exclude power to me
i know for those fairy
companies in violet corsets
but i still do not know to dream away
nine thousand bees on a flower of
EIGHT CENTURIES AFTER
the world is full
of green bugs
those parking improperly
in dobracha's street
every friday afternoon
while i introduce you
to five candidates
for mister universum
suitable for crops
my poor luck
with black pearls
cruises over texas
perhaps for thousand dolars per month
condemns american intervention
looks for jingis khan grandchildren
your definition of democracy
and i exist
such as i am
with half liter of beer
and three fried eggs
on a spacious terrace
of hilton hotel
eight centuries after
with electronic language
on an enclosed porch neither on the sky nor
on the earth
I'M MOUNTING ROCINANTE AGAIN
and seven nights i was mourning over
in two most rainy towns
of the northern france
on the earth covered with blood
in foamed air
wellcoming spider's mountain
but don't tell me
i am in the twentieth centery
the year seventy two
the day fiftieth
let it be said by an apple
and let be said by worm
of ticklish feet
on the moon
i'm rising from the dead
with lot of things
not to be forgotten
i'm buying lightning rod
a quarter of mankind
the planet sleeps
in the sticky space
of my cut-off hand
still with arms on
i leave for travel again
i'm mounting rocinante again
TO ALPHABET OF CRIPPLED WOLF
I'm burrowing through you. You bone-breaking
Cave of Sebian language. Blood and graves.
Bee bread and honey. Curse in fertile land.
in manuver. I'm covering my face with soil.
I rejoyce at the birth. Olimp and Rome among
your teeth. Alphabet of crippled wolf. Cruel
shaggy. By sticky spit you shackle up the contagious
deities. You bless with fetid urea.
In lakes of the north. In Baltic fogs.
Time dismembers itself. I have woken up.
Descended from the mountain. In the beginning
of summer. Light. War. And Vid. Your breath
is ruddy. Like a wild rose flower. You supreme
deity. Of ancient Serbian religion. Axes smel.
Blood. And burning sacrifices. In a horn. Honey
brandy. Foretells a harvest.
YOU RUDDY MAGICIAN
From Spasm. Hissous word. Stairway
toward sanctuary. All my beaters.
Downpours wash poems away.
From walls. From books. You made
Homer blind. You crazy warrior. Ice
conquers. Fever from steel.
Mercury cools. Jupiter
explodes. Slavs in front of
purple towers of Constantinople.
They gnaw my skull. Wild
Thracian dogs. Water nymphs from
whirlpools. You stand in air. With one leg.
In the Mediterranean Sea. October
closes roads. You ruddy magician.
Neither in the sky. Nor on the earth.
TO THE DARK BLUE DEMON
By the way. Mortuary. Rain. Wavering. Germ
of speech. You are lying under a sunflower.
Seductive swan. Apotheosis of the unconsciousness.
Human turmoil. You dark blue demon. Am I a bead.
Or a god. In a wild paradise. Closed. In innocent
Play of green pebbles. Spring. Spring. Strong
of the world. Yuu are tempting the language.
of lymph. They rise from abbys. Firm snow and
star. Monster watches. Interior and burn. It
is a time of
decision. In a ruddy morning song. Graves freeze.
field. Entropy. They are more and more away.
Hostel burns. Under the mask of hellebore. You
noisily. Skin has emptied. Where is the end?
words. Ocean boils.