მთავარი » მასალის არქივი Christian Bök - Arks and zoosArks and zoos now harbour the remnants of our refrains. What poetry can we imagine, when poetry itself has gone extinct? Must we look for it in the soot of our burnt books? Must we decipher it in the trampled pastures of rapeseed near Barbury Castle? Must we discover it by calculating pi to a googol ... კითხვის გაგრძელება » Christian Bök - To be the fireflyTo be the firefly, descending through the black spires of tamaracks in the forest fire at night. To be the azure spark that skates across the plate of steel, being split by a xenon laser. To be the fleck of radium, painted on the ceiling of the planetarium. To be the Klieg light in the filigree of cities ... კითხვის გაგრძელება » Christian Bök - Who Am IWho am I? – if not some neglected astronaut, being immolated by a fierce aurora, while striding in my spacesuit across the Avenue of the Americas. Who am I? – if not some phan- tom, fighter pilot, dreaming that, while weightless during free fall through a vacuum, my glass visor shatters at the sight o ... კითხვის გაგრძელება » Anupama Pilbrow - Insect PoemMy auntie says look at the difference in the colours of our skins one lighter than the other (both brown) in the hot air one sweaty the other dry I hold her hand. We talk about race I guess and I feel uncomfortable so does my sister the fan hums my grandmoth ... კითხვის გაგრძელება » Anupama Pilbrow - Happiness PoemHere I am eating a tasty nectarine from my neighbour’s tree and I am eating round the dimple of where it is eaten by birds ants other insects and so on who also like tasty things. Everything is in love with sugar and I am licking all the juices drippi ... კითხვის გაგრძელება » Anupama Pilbrow - Semiautomatic - Poemhunger is the opposite of everything I eat my way out of purgatory I ingest everything I swallow myself I have that fear of peanut butter sticking to the hard palate of my mouth I eat everything but peanut butter I am hungry and out of work I l ... კითხვის გაგრძელება » Anupama Pilbrow - The bone is a long and solid bone.The bone is a long and solid bone. It is ripped out of the leg, or the arm, sometimes the stomach. The cold eats it from the inside sliding marrow down the tunnel of mouth the pain of flesh is relief. Hold the bone and scrape it hard against concrete ... კითხვის გაგრძელება » Anupama Pilbrow - Paralysis poemMeat paste I am squeezing around in my hands I am squeezing it like dough it is under my fingernails and thick like dry dough. I am making meatballs and unmaking them into paste again I am smelling the meat and tasting it now and again I am boi ... კითხვის გაგრძელება » Anupama Pilbrow - The body poemThe visible part of the body sways in the breeze in the wind I play with its shifting gauze. It has deep empty pockets the size is perfect for holding a 20 oz. cup of soda the cup of soda slides in snug to the brim I take out the straw it makes a sound like shiiick ... კითხვის გაგრძელება » უძღები შვილი - ჩუმი 'პოეტესა'მე თეთრი ღამის მოლანდებად ვიქეცი უკვე, მოვიქარიშხლებ თორემ ლოდინს არ უჩანს ბოლო. დაგიბრუნდები თუ მიმიღებ დეე შენს შვილს უძღებს, რომელიც უკვე წლები არის შენთან არ ცხოვრობს. ვისწავლე გლოვა, სიმარტოვე, ცრემლი გოდება, ვისწავლე მარტომ ეკალ-ბარდი როგორ გავკვალო. ... კითხვის გაგრძელება » |
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