REFLECTION (THE GLORIOUS DUDES)

 Who knows what goes on in another person’s head. Those who pretend to be glorious are convinced that they occupy the main stage inside the minds of the many, and they parade around proudly, puffed‑up, pouting like some very important and precious dudes, constantly admired. In reality, they are perceived as sly buffoons, and others don’t spare a thought for them — in fact, they are looked at with hatred and contempt. It’s all about perception. Some feel an orgasmic thrill at the idea of being glorious.

THE RUMANIAN

 Unfortunate and frivolous,
this stupid Rumanian
hops on one foot
like a tiny grain
dancing upon the bass drum;
he cannot distinguish the descent
from the downfall, the ill fate
from true disaster.
And so he oscillates
between the heights and the dirt,
and within it, finds his purpose.

THE ROTTEN-MINDED NEWS-PEDDLERS

 The rotten-minded news-peddlers

installed in editorial offices of newspapers

and TV stations excited, they hurl shit 

and tall tale, fables and anecdotes 

at the people, at the dick-headed populace 

but their masters feed them on molluscs 

so that they not perish. Their cannons 

don't fall silent, they cough nonstop.  

MASS-MEDIA

 

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Stricați la cap instalați

la gazete și tiviuri exaltați

împroașcă lumea, pulimea

cu cîcat și brașoave, basne

și snoave, iar stăpânii lor

îi hrănesc cu moluște

să nu piară. Tunurile lor

nu tac, tușesc într-una.  

THE WEAK-MINDED DUDE

 The weak-minded dude has something nauseating 

he who is the chief number one 

he who preaches 

the force, the lie, the illogicality 

the weak-minded dude who doesn't know the mercy 

and organizes disasters 

on his face, the total vacuity is reflected

the puny, weak-minded dude 

fleeces, sells, betrays 

terrified of his own shadow.  

NEVOLNICUL

 

Are ceva grețos nevolnicul

ce e șefu‘ numărul unu

ce propăvăduiește

forța, minciuna, ilogismul

nevolnicul ce nu cunoaște mila

și organizează dezastre.

Pe fața lui se oglindește

vacuitatea totală.

Nevolnicul pirpiriu

jupoaie, vinde, trădează

spăimântat de umbra lui.

GOGOL

 

Gogol gathered the venom
and had to release it
after he burned the second part
of "Dead Souls" he was growing
bored as in a Russian train station
and began to weep bitterly
the goitre with venom had dried up;
the dryness inside him no longer
allowed him to formulate a single sentence.
And yet he was not far from the truth.