Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Muzičari

Washington Square Park

posted by ::DADA b - c y c l i s t s @ 8:27 PM

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

A Poet Laureate

My Shoes
by Charles Simic


Shoes, secret face of my inner life:
Two gaping toothless mouths,
Two partly decomposed animal skins
Smelling of mice-nests.

My brother and sister who died at birth
Continuing their existence in you,
Guiding my life
Toward their incomprehensible innocence.

What use are books to me
When in you it is possible to read
The Gospel of my life on earth
And still beyond, of things to come?

I want to proclaim the religion
I have devised for your perfect humility
And the strange church I am building
With you as the altar.

Ascetic and maternal, you endure:
Kin to oxen, to Saints, to condemned men,
With your mute patience, forming
The only true likeness of myself.

Barnes & Noble, Union Square, on a rainy day Charles recited his poems.

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posted by ::DADA b - c y c l i s t s @ 11:25 PM

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

молба службеници



госпођо драга
кад налакирате нокте
и поразговарате са колегиницом
поставите у столицу
своје дебело дупе
и прионите на наш случај
време лети

posted by ::DADA b - c y c l i s t s @ 2:47 AM

Thursday, August 02, 2007

six flags

чекамо у реду за ел торо
моја млађа сестра и ја
после ћемо на падобран
и супермена
панораму
и бетмена
утроба нам се окреће
али идемо даље
до петнест до једанаест
када затварају
луна парк

posted by ::DADA b - c y c l i s t s @ 3:00 AM