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Wednesday, 18 December 2024

THE CANNIBAL IS THINKING ABOUT JOY

 

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The cannibal, pig that has big good luck

is heading for the devilish Soviet councils

because he’s thinking about joy, about joy ‒

only the absence of any God can make me

happy, the fear of death makes me flay

the masses that are marching to the inferno.

A marvel would be that they should all

commit suicide. They’re flayed alive

I hear their eternal voice. To tell more

is a sin. That’s how the things stand

in the Soviet empire. The rabbi sends me

there for money and death. I know

I don’t belong to the human species.   

CHAPTER XXV MATTHEW

 Bloodthirsty, impassioned antichrists,

scribes, cannibals into the Gospel

of Matthew they insert venomous

clauses so that they may laugh:

Jesus stays awake holding the whip

in his hand at the cash desk shouts,

“You wicked and slothful servant!

You knew that I reap where I have not

sowed, and gather where I have not

winnowed? Then you ought to have

invested my money with the bankers,

and at my coming I should have received

what was my own with interest. So take

the talent from him, and give it to him

who has the ten talents. For to every one

who has will more be given, and he will

have abundance; but from him who has not,

even what he has will be taken away.

And cast the worthless servant into the outer

darkness; there men will weep and gnash

their teeth.” (26,27,28) Capitalists from all

the countries extol the divine word at the feast

of the Holy Trinity multiply your talents!

Thousands and thousands of insertions

of the perverted twisted and re-twisted

scribes make the Gospels like a discouraging

small shop. Jesus was shouting, “Let

your statement ‘Yes’ be ‘Yes’ and ‘No’, ‘No’.”     

Saturday, 14 December 2024

THE PEACE OF THIS EVENING

 

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The peace of this evening

receives our hearts

of those who loved the deeply

inner day that calls her Lord.


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SHE CALLS YOU

 

The perfect flower falls

as Jesus does she calls you even lower

than death herself ‒ all is resurrected.  


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THE DARKNESS AND THE COLD ARE COMING

 

The darkness and the cold are coming

it’s harder and harder for you to walk

among humans to let them believe

that you still exist, if you knew, ye children

that we are all unhappy. The man is the only

animal that refuses to be what he is.

We believe that we choose, but actually

we are chosen pure light without shadows.


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Friday, 13 December 2024

I WALK ON THE WHITE EXPANSE

 

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As white as death

I walk on the white

expanse, nothing could

touch me ‒ a nothing

within nullity nor can

the sun shake him

this nothingness-coloured point.   


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NEOIOBAGII

 

Neoiobagii zbuciumați

abia-și trag nădragii prin Carpați

cu găinile cârâind

și cu oile behăind

stau martori zilele de joi

varsă bale galbene printre boi

birurile le rup oasele umerilor

singurătatea chinurile drumurile

ploaia îi îndoapă cu amar

jandarmii fără un motiv anume

îi izbesc cu bastonul cu biciul

cu funia și ei stau câinește

piatra neagră pe piatra albă

și parcă li s-au pus belciuge

cercei și parcă s-au urinat

cu toții de frică și parcă

s-au întors cu toții în țărână

și canibalu‘ trădător

le numără pașii firfiricii

și parcă mestecă frunze amare

în sunete generale mortuare

când aud soarele desprinzându-se

în amurg, văd timpul scrâșnit

al minutului nesfârșit nebunește

legat de nădragi rag în bisearici

popii le cântă că sunt robi fără microbi.