May 4, 2012 » Krećemo / Let’s Go
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Krećemo
Popušimo po jedan gliser,
roknemo po jedan potok
i krećemo.
Kuda smo se uputili?
Ne znamo.
Mora da tamo više nema satova.
Mora da tamo ima slobodnih atova.
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Let’s Go
Smoke up a glider each,
Down a stream each,
Let’s go.
Where to?
We don’t know.
There must not be any clocks.
There’d better be studs running free.
April 27, 2012 » Hranim ruku koja ujeda / Feed The Hand That Bites
Hranim ruku koja ujeda
Hranim ruku koja ujeda,
jurim otrovnog leptira.
Hoćeš li jos malo dlana?
Hoces?
Ima za još par dana.
Ne brini se, izrašće ponovo…
…neće se desiti da gladujes,
Nećes morati da me glođes,
to bi bila prevelika žrtva
i previše intime.
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Feed The Hand That Bites
I feed the hand that bites,
I chase the poison butterfly.
Want some more of the palm?
Want?
There’s enough for couple more days.
Don’t worry, I will grow it again…
…you will not starve.
You will not have to gnaw me.
That would be a huge sacrifice
And too much intimacy.
April 24, 2012 » Progresijada /Progressiade
Progresijada
Kopam po
mermernom pločniku
kako bih
našla deo koga nema.
Nemoj da gradonačelnik sazna!
Nemoj da gradonačelnik sazna!
Lepo vidim svoj
uglačani odsjaj
gde je
pšenica nekad rasla.
Nemoj da gradonačelnik sazna!
Nemoj da gradonačelnik sazna!
Moram da nađem taj deo koga nema,
da prilepim taj pojas za spasavanje,
ali od kako smo potonuli,
sve vreme sam navigator
sa obema vezanim rukama, obema vezanim rukama,
po dubinama ovoga što više nije more.
Kao da smo umrli, kao da smo umrli,
na Progresijadi onoga što nekad beše.
Ko zna šta su uradili sa zemljom,
kad su kopali tlo za temelje?
Možda su i našli taj deo koga nema,
samo da bi ga razbile vibracije.
No, to je Progresijada.
Zakopaju te i pokriju tekstilom.
No, to je Progresijada.
Sve
April 24, 2012 » Slikovnica / Picture Book
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Slikovnica
Kupili smo te u slikovnici,
videli te u toliko scena,
lepili te gde poželimo,
nikad nisi bio srećan, izgleda.
Odlepili smo te,
što ne igraš?
Golim noktima,
što ne igraš?
Sad kad si slobodan,
što ne igraš?
Sve si već postigao,
onda, što ne igraš?
Kupili smo te u akvarijumu,
pojeo si sve druge ribe,
onda si se sakrio u dvorčić,
ne voliš zrake sunca na staklu.
Oslobodili smo te,
što ne igraš?
U pravo jezero,
što ne igraš?
Sad kad si napolju,
što ne igraš?
Sve je tvoje,
onda, što ne igraš?
…pih, pobeže.
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Picture Book
Bought you in a picture book,
Saw you in so many scenes,
Made you do things,
Guided you to where I wanted to,
But you were never happy, it seems.
Peeled you off,
Why don’t
March 28, 2012 » Dresina / Draisine
Dresina
Kad ja ne bih bila ja,
bila bih troguzi trolejbus,
jer kome treba bilo šta umereno?
Kad ja ne bih bila ja,
majka bi mi bila šinobus,
kome treba nešto zakukuljeno?
I tako, ja lutam noću,
tražeći sebi par šina,
opauči me oholi teretnjak,
brate, postado’ dresina!
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Draisine
If I were not me,
I would be a threebuttocked trolley bus…
Who needs anything regular?
If I were not me,
My mother would be a railbus…
Who needs anything complicated?
And so I wonder by night,
Looking for a pair of rails,
A huge lorry drop-kicked me,
And, brother, I became a draisine!
March 25, 2012 » HRANA NIJE ZA JELO!!! / FOOD IS NOT TO BE EATEN!!!
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(Wrong Star vs. Aggressive Sun vs. right now vs. the future vs. everything)
March 5, 2012 » Kasnije, niz reku / Future Down The River
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Kasnije, niz reku
Videla sam sve;
jata krvavih golubova
što razbijaju prozore
i udaraju o kredenac.
I tako su pala
paščad u krošnjama.
Tražeći ruku, cvileći.
Korak nazad, pa u zdenac.
Između toga, sve je bilo je lepo;
no trajalo je kratko.
No, negde pod velom,
sakriven je još jedan čin,
kasnije, niz reku.
Nebitno kojim brodom,
negde je još jedan korak,
dalje niz reku.
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Future Down The River
I’ve seen it all:
Flocks of bloody pigeons,
Breaking the windows,
To smash against the cupboard.
So they did fall,
Dogs in the treetops.
Reaching for hands, they cried.
Step back, then into ravine.
In between those things, it was wonderful,
But it did not last long.
But somewhere under the veil,
There’s one more act,
Future down the river.
Never mind
February 14, 2012 » Diletant / Dilettante
Diletant
Dolazio je noću i kad je padala kiša;
jednom, drugi, treći, četvrti, peti put
i onda više nikad nije došao.
Za rođendan mu je poslala vejavicu,
sa željom da se malo isprepada i naguta snega.
No, on je samo rekao sledeće:
“Ova oluja ti nije dovoljno dobra,
nisi je dobro pripremila,
diletantu.”
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Dilettante
He’d come at night and when it was raining;
once, twice, three, four, five times,
And no more.
For birthday, she sent him a snowstorm,
So he’d get scared and swallow some snow.
But, he only said the following:
“This storm is not good enough,
You did not prepare it well,
You diletante.
*Thanks to Cristina for spelling correction! D’oh.
January 29, 2012 » Satelit satelitovog satelita / Satellite of a Satellite’s Satellite
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Satelit satelitovog satelita
Niko tako lepo ne jede tapete
kako što bi moje malo sa druge planete.
Liži taj zid.
Liži taj zid.
Pobogu, liži taj zid!
JESAM LI TI REKLA DA LIŽEŠ ZID?
Niko tako lepo ne barata kvarcem,
kao što bi moje malo s veliki džeparcem.
Liži taj zid.
Liži zaj zid.
Pobogu, liži taj zid!
JESAM LI TI REKLA DA LIŽEŠ ZID?
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Satellite of a Satellite’s Satellite
No one eats the wallpapers that good,
Like my little one off the other planet could.
Lick that wall.
Lick that wall.
For god’s sake, lick that wall.
HAVEN’T I TOLD YOU TO LICK THAT WALL?
No one can tame the quartz that good,
Like my little one with a huge
January 20, 2012 » Latebra
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The first poem of 2012. Not really relating to Wrong Star, that 2011 series with bicycles or anything else.
Latebra
Moj cerebralni kauč ima puškarnicu,
pa u purpurni luk-mesec zurim,
od kako ovo bezvredno jaje postala sam.
Bilo je tiho – sad mi oči gore!
Sad zemičke prašine svrbe!
I ne mogu da se
okrenem,
ogradim,
prespavam,
dan iskoristim.
Kroz tu puškarnicu ja iskočiću,
ako iskrvarim žumance, onda žurim,
ako sam ptica, na štipaljci sam.
Bilo je tiho – sada me snovi jure!
Sada moje stare knjige škripe!
I ne mogu da se
prošetam,
odšetam,
pravilno iscurim,
put perjem prekrijem.
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Latebra
My cerebral couch has a loophole,
So I stare at the purple onion moon.
Since I became an insignificant egg.
It was so quiet –
now playing!