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SPICA/ NALEDI FINAL aug 2021
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Ewa Lipska Can Always Happen Ewa Lipska Translated from the Polish by Aga Gabor da Silva Corrosive times can always happen. Forever young old servant of morality. Catches trout with bare hands. A slippery salacious sin. You can always become a worse breed of pigeons. A traitor to the motherland. But motherland stays away from politics. She's a bookkeeper of centuries. She adds up. Subtracts. Takes notes. Contract expiration is out of the question. You can run away from her. Leave. Like our friend did. Longing ate away holes in his lungs. When he came back to his country he moved into an urn. Feature Date August 4, 2021 Series Translation Share This Poem Share on facebook Share on twitter Share on email Print This Poem Share on print English Translation Copyright © 2021 by Aga Gabor da Silva. All rights reserved. Reproduced by Poetry Daily with permission.
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who will miss me i am also that one who hallucinates who hears strongly conveyor belts at both points both area and array, all over our lives, where we enter it and where we leave it behind we had left yeoville and got entangled addicted to the depths of a blur of Melville streets its own seventh street, called you in your sleep its call rose to close down everyone’s blooming dreams 48 who will bear this missive i am one that disinters trusts every appearance easily usually just before the rain comes for no reason, the apparatus was made up as a way to live we were a pamphlet of protest against the way the hands of the clock do not go in the anti-clockwise direction, (THE REVOLUTIONARY APPARATUS enter) (ALL) i said the love dynasty is warm and light, it wins every time think up a marshmallow, if you can, give it spikes and think up a weapon go and tell the world, when and how we ended the illusions that trap us all on the wall of the theatre of western movies, as big and red and prese
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