Dinner at Hotel Oktobar

Dinner at Hotel Oktobar, straight from The Year 13.

I like my bike with its rusty screws
And its screeching when it rains
I like to eat gummy worms in bed
With the spring poking me
From below the old duvet
I put there so I could keep it
For a year or two more.
I pretend that I can't get a new one
Just to keep my cred.
I'm known for taking sides.
I just took a side, say,
What main course goes well with siding with you?
And garden herbs that withered before they grew.

I like my uncertain futures, all of them
And their screeching when it's dark
I would share all of this nothing.
But I would not give it up.
I'm immersed in a poverty fantasy
And I need to shut up,
Because even though I'm not talking
And even though I forbid others to
One can see that I am yelling out loud.
My silent words could feed a whole crowd,
I just had my word, say,
What main course goes well with siding with you?
And other things the answers to which I never knew.

- 09th October and 14th December 2015, September 07th, 2016, October 22nd 2016

Spot the difference when you change focus.

Spot the difference when you change focus.

The first of the month poems written back in the days, with no intention ever to be put up because I felt it was silly. Originally called October 2015, then Last October, got its current title on the very last day of writing. Hotel Oktobar is otherwise a marketing campaign for the 2006 Belgrade October Salon. They put signs for the fictional hotel above the door of every single gallery where this art manifestation was held. I remember thinking it was cool.

Večera u Hotelu "Oktobar"

Volim svoj bicikl sa zarđalim zavrtnjima,
te njegovo pištanje kada pada kiša.
Volim da jedem gumene crve u krevetu,
dok me opruga bode
ispod starog jorgana
koji sam tu stavila kako bih ga zadržala
bar još godinu dve.
Pretvaram se da ne mogu da kupim novi,
kako bih ostala kredibilna.
Poznata sam po stajanju na strane
Upravo sam izabrala svoju stranu, reci,
koje glavno jelo dobro ide uz tvoj prilog?
I baštensko bilje koje je uvelo pre nego što je izraslo.

Volim svoje nesigurne budućnosti, sve do jedne,
te njihovo pištanje kada pada kiša.
Rado bih podelila sve ovo ništa,
ali ne bih ga se odrekla.
Duboko sam zagazila u fantaziju o nemaštini
i krajnje je vreme da začepim,
jer čak i onda kad ne pričam,
i kad drugima zabranjujem da pričaju,
jasno je da se sve vreme derem.
Moje nemušte reči mogu da nahrane gomile,
upravo sam dobila reč, reci,
koje glavno jelo dobro ide uz tvoj prilog?
I druga pitanja na koja nikad nisam znala odgovore.

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