I have aborted you
from my palms I let you go
or from human touch
to call it noblessly
for you like noblessy
I have aborted you
completely let you go
to the world black
adrift to the claws of it
you live
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Saturday, November 28, 2009
In the cage of words unwind
Forget numbers, letters, words
each of us, sinks into
blessedly,
when thinking, drinking or
giving supreme swords
the noblesy can only be found
when winking,or ringing
the bells
in the words unwound
Think in colors and contrasts
of the poetess that pretends
to be kissing you
oh, you are trapped
Show me carelessly the senses
through your trust,
without lust
love me
Make me one of the
WORDS
UN
WOUND
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
How I have not been
I have not been writing lately
I have not been signing outloud
through windows I have been watching
beauties of the daily mail
through breath I have been tasting
the sickness of morrons
I have not been carrying myself
Lately I have not been carrying the cross
Chapels have been bending down
Christ has been checking on me
just with one eye
that is what he likes to do
When I have not been lately
I have not been fading you
I have not been losing myself
Blossoms were walking through the meadows
We were all witnessing it
But I have not been lately.
I have not been writing lately
I have not been signing outloud
through windows I have been watching
beauties of the daily mail
through breath I have been tasting
the sickness of morrons
I have not been carrying myself
Lately I have not been carrying the cross
Chapels have been bending down
Christ has been checking on me
just with one eye
that is what he likes to do
When I have not been lately
I have not been fading you
I have not been losing myself
Blossoms were walking through the meadows
We were all witnessing it
But I have not been lately.
Monday, October 5, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Reply to Zuzka
Jeseň má čaro krídel namočených v mede. I keď je jeseň často prehliadaná pod dohľadom depresie, melanchólie večrných podlampových rozjímaní a nostalgiou po inšpiratávne-čarovnom lete, ja sa vznášam v tejto agónii. Netreba sa báť tmy, ktorá príde. Netreba sa báť holých stromov a bledých tvárí. Ono to všetko pominie. Príde nostalgia. Opäť.
Opäť.
Nostalgia za večným ponorením v čajových dúškoch, dumaním za knihou v tmavých odtieňoch, za vánkom červených líc, ba i vín, strapatých vlasov a vanúcich klasov. Za konverzáciami podobajúcimi sa modlitbám.
takto chutí jeseň.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
we were dying drinking into night
and once Little Prince said
we can see things truly
only with our hearts
what if my heart was transplanted
into sad people
migrating birds
cattle grazing in the Dead Sea
and here I sit, on a marble
while the bird is humming a keynote
kids shaping hands from a sand
and bees, one by onem disseminate vote
asking "who is to live, who is to suffer"
and once Little Prince said
we can see things truly
only with our hearts
what if my heart was transplanted
into sad people
migrating birds
cattle grazing in the Dead Sea
and here I sit, on a marble
while the bird is humming a keynote
kids shaping hands from a sand
and bees, one by onem disseminate vote
asking "who is to live, who is to suffer"
Friday, June 26, 2009
.HaRp PoEtRy.
So I am writing poetry
so you know
it is not quite like a pottery
the class that you find to attend
to create a universe
out of a small piece of shitty mud
so you know
I am writing poetry
it is not quite like a random talk
you conduct having three beers
attacking your hollow mind
mind that has been lost
from the surface of reality
So you know
I am still writing
to give you some clue
it is not like being on a first date
when you hide more than give out
I am giving out
myself to you
So I write poetry
in the calamity of ideas
unrefutably true
at the moment of conjuring them
oh, I touch them with eyesight
and sense them with every step
of my uncertainty
So I wrote a poem
a poem full of letters, words,
conceiving thoughts
of my own existence
forging through the swamps
of my own foolishness
I am giving out.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
once the night brings the moment
when limbs just limbs are
and elbows seem to soothe
the body into a position
of storytelling
far away
a battle rings
in ears of pedestrians
crossing the paths
i welcome all the sound
to be paraphrased
properly in the name
name of moroseness
the one that comes and goes
like flowers in the spring
and in the winter when
they die to be covered
by holy holy snow
and crude breeze
that is how one prepares
himself for the discoveries
of that night
you can just taste it
Friday, June 5, 2009
Sunday, May 24, 2009
for a solitary, hesitating moment,
the one persecuting each of us,
i reconsidered the days gone
gone with the wild, the prosperous
silent trees echoing me head
those drugs worth to spread
among you, me, and them as well,
having power of ancient pearls,
i do not condemn those days,
days of cloudy ideas, and sheer fear,
i declare that condemning would mean
that i condemn all of us
the one persecuting each of us,
i reconsidered the days gone
gone with the wild, the prosperous
silent trees echoing me head
those drugs worth to spread
among you, me, and them as well,
having power of ancient pearls,
i do not condemn those days,
days of cloudy ideas, and sheer fear,
i declare that condemning would mean
that i condemn all of us
Saturday, May 23, 2009
on my grave
on your grave i send roses
clever, folded pages of a book,
with ancient gilded lines, writing
itself seconds after your death
ruined the days of your happiness.
happiness of mine,
it was defined by mysteries,
wonders of the moment that came
cruelly inconsiderately,
on my grave i brought those
those which I claim to be yours
so blind you are?
fingers surrounding all of
where your mind seem to linger
i, in vain, exert a call,
to nourish once more,
many aspects of you
those physical mostly.
not ashamed, not a drop,
a grain, a refrain,
of a flashy elegy only
pervades.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
ako vločka páperová vločka snehová
sklamem ťa opať tým, že dosiahnuť
ma nemožeš svojím dotykom
ma zmatieš, spletieš, popletieš
do očí mi vietor prinesieš
možem ti odmietnuť keď nemám
zbrane?
túlať sa možme spolu, bez seba,
vytvoríme kvet bez tŕňov
svet bez trápenia
poďme sa spolu milovať nesebecky
v myšlienkach hriechy spytovať
o láske nepochybovať
dáš mi zvolenie?
sklamem ťa opať tým, že dosiahnuť
ma nemožeš svojím dotykom
ma zmatieš, spletieš, popletieš
do očí mi vietor prinesieš
možem ti odmietnuť keď nemám
zbrane?
túlať sa možme spolu, bez seba,
vytvoríme kvet bez tŕňov
svet bez trápenia
poďme sa spolu milovať nesebecky
v myšlienkach hriechy spytovať
o láske nepochybovať
dáš mi zvolenie?
vstúpila som do rozprávky
pomaly, isto, s brázdami v očiach
očiach kníh majúcich strany
a tých strán ktorých sa stráním
či sa bojím či sa tým káram
svoje krídla zvláštne prepletám
ako by som zabudla že lietať
viem, ved to je odveta
bohov bohucich na meno
moje, znejuce trepanim
kridel pristrihnutych
hlavou nehlavou
vrham sa strmhlav
pomaly, isto, s brázdami v očiach
očiach kníh majúcich strany
a tých strán ktorých sa stráním
či sa bojím či sa tým káram
svoje krídla zvláštne prepletám
ako by som zabudla že lietať
viem, ved to je odveta
bohov bohucich na meno
moje, znejuce trepanim
kridel pristrihnutych
hlavou nehlavou
vrham sa strmhlav
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
spring has grown with
thousands of forgotten kisses
i slowly watched
those who a human seems to miss
when walking by, wondering
spring has come
announcing its birth
offering petals, and eggs,
and magic and mirth,
i am
discovering
spring has walked
into our days lost,
and reflections, and blankets,
and beauties banned
i am looking into a mirror
forgetting my own steps
that led me to it
thousands of forgotten kisses
i slowly watched
those who a human seems to miss
when walking by, wondering
spring has come
announcing its birth
offering petals, and eggs,
and magic and mirth,
i am
discovering
spring has walked
into our days lost,
and reflections, and blankets,
and beauties banned
i am looking into a mirror
forgetting my own steps
that led me to it
toward the end of an lonesome street
where salient cover multiply
THEMSELVES
supposed to seek to squint to meet
the corners missed by a breath
parabolically moisting a pretty lie
IT ITSELF
slowly, among its ragged edges
morosely,withing the agreed period
wisely, reciting a prudent ode
defencefully, housing hedges
SPREADS over in a wry
MISTAKE
where salient cover multiply
THEMSELVES
supposed to seek to squint to meet
the corners missed by a breath
parabolically moisting a pretty lie
IT ITSELF
slowly, among its ragged edges
morosely,withing the agreed period
wisely, reciting a prudent ode
defencefully, housing hedges
SPREADS over in a wry
MISTAKE
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
***
I wake up this morning with poetry
with green book covering many faces
faces undergone many phases
of green-glass mottos and colonies
of sad, long forlorn memories
when life was a ballad only
cruel, mournful, lonely
it plagued the unplaguable
we wonder of its clarinets
playing music without melodies
discarded somewhere within the histories
of us, lonely birds, loving
the essential, careful steps
toward immortality glowing
its shades onto the clefts
of opening for many decades
we lost the holy wilderness
in the bouquet of the earnest
it burns my skeleton
just to think about it
You , oh classic, stay praying
within the rhymes of my prayer
grown the thorns of the grayer
liturgy penetrating me
without permission without joy
constantly
Sunday, April 12, 2009
bez-radná
tvár ako úroda jablone mladej
tak sa s úctou, s rešpektom pozerám
čumím, civím, a bránim sa bremenám
že ona je naveky nemenná
drevená?
nespatrí nikdy svetlo mojej duše
dušej malej, oknom do sveta,
aká svetlosť jej, a tá obeta,
do jame levovej ma zavlieka
keď oči svetlo sveta spatriť nevedia
v tej noci, zamatom pretkanej
márne hľadám môjho človeka
keď vlastná duša nezlomne ma zamieta
Epoch of woman
The last two centuries have been certainly dedicated to the dynamics of woman´s role in the world, in the world of world of man. It seems that woman haa always has a peculiar, sometimes indefinable role.
The behavior recognized predominantly as female at the beggining of 20th century (and reaching far beyond that)has transformed from the inability-to-express-any-opinion-stricken housewife, to a range of distinct acceptable behaviors in the end of the 20th century.
We have a woman, emancipated, erudite walking on the street with I-do-not-care-how-should-I-look-like image on one hand, with image of a woman concerned with her beauty, fully convinced that the role of the woman in the world is to 1, either be admired by a man , or 2, to be relentlessly admired by man.
The pedestal of the most significant concepts in woman´s world have changed in a tremenodous way. The endeavor to have a certain role, more distinct, more independent from the male perceptions. However, this always has been/is/will be an interaction of the two self-influencing counterparts, female and male, both reacting to a reaction of the other one.
I adhere to the idea of a woman to be still judged by the appearance, and beauty concept.
I list "procedures" that SHOULD be executed by woman, the activities expected from her (in comparison with a list of male ones)
Woman : Shaving (different parts of body), hair dying, or regular haircuts, make-up, manicure and pedicure (nail painting), wearing jewelleries, highheels (ough),...
Man: shaving - (and it´s voluntary).
Of course, the female activities are voluntary, or voluntarily decided upon, however, still expected into cetrain extend. I defy some of them, disdain with the greatest disdain of world disdain collection.
Hereby, by reviewing the concept of a woman I propose to "rethink" how emancipate women are, and how much their emancipation is ingrained (as anything else) in the societal pressure,in the way society imposes a very stringent dimension of respectable sets of not just behaviors, but more underneath- the range of accapted appearance. I admire women that are inside they own world, their independence, their unconnectedness to the pressure. And I am trying to swim in that independence as much as possible, so once I will learn it completely, without safety vest and manly help, and instructions.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
grace
Thursday, February 19, 2009
dead snowflake.
once you were here. Dancing as you were a ballerina, like a child, when so carelessly dances into the rhythm of unknown keynotes, like a piece of flesh, hot and thick, pulsing on and off. I watched you, but you did not know. And I did. A fatal mistake happened to you, will you ever dance again? I watch you falling, slowly, without any resistance , or resentment of being a part of human existence, and of penetrating my mind, the cells of humanly created something, and thereby creating an idea of you.
Your little hand. Branches. One by one, escaping from the center, as to be alarmed by a sudden surprise that, escaping never really. like sugar never really escapes the salt, the sun the moon, the gravity the earth, and you, you, your center.
You are falling, and I do like you. I wanna have you in my possession, maybe forever, if possible. Do I deserve you? and will I appreciate you forever? And will yoy be here in my sleepless nights? will you hold my hand while I cry? Do not wipe my tears, please.
And now, you turn what you want me to be.
Oh, wait, I had lost you! I am lovely, so lonely now.
once you were here. Dancing as you were a ballerina, like a child, when so carelessly dances into the rhythm of unknown keynotes, like a piece of flesh, hot and thick, pulsing on and off. I watched you, but you did not know. And I did. A fatal mistake happened to you, will you ever dance again? I watch you falling, slowly, without any resistance , or resentment of being a part of human existence, and of penetrating my mind, the cells of humanly created something, and thereby creating an idea of you.
Your little hand. Branches. One by one, escaping from the center, as to be alarmed by a sudden surprise that, escaping never really. like sugar never really escapes the salt, the sun the moon, the gravity the earth, and you, you, your center.
You are falling, and I do like you. I wanna have you in my possession, maybe forever, if possible. Do I deserve you? and will I appreciate you forever? And will yoy be here in my sleepless nights? will you hold my hand while I cry? Do not wipe my tears, please.
And now, you turn what you want me to be.
Oh, wait, I had lost you! I am lovely, so lonely now.
good morning, nothingness.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Window (or Jeff' s favorite)
open.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
loneliness.utter.
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