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POETRY

poems of the month

fish

vagabondage

measuring my face

ostracism

old clothes

modern iranian poems

my hero

face at the bottom of the world

perhaps (maybe)

the diogenes sequence

where to store furs

i am and am not:
      fragments of rumi

destiny and destination

the zen of no-enlightenment

the iraqi monologues

already backwards

a light in ruins

awaiting the barbarians

separate amputations

the sexy jihad

the book of nothing

ultimate leaves

rejoice in the dog

post-millennium maggot

dispatches from the war against the world

albanian poems

french poems in honour of
jean genet

the hells going on

the joy of suicide

book disease

foreground trouble

the transcendental hotel

cinema of the blind

lament of the earth mother

uranian poems

haikai by okami

haikai on the edge

black hole of your heart

jung's motel

leda and the swan

confession from belgrade

gloss on rilke's ninth duino elegy

jewels and shit:
poems by rimbaud

villon's dialogue with his heart

vasko popa:
a shepherd of wolves ?

the rubáiyát of omar khayyám

genrikh sapgir: an ironic mystic

the love of pierre de ronsard

imagepoem

 

BETWEEN POETRY AND PROSE

400 revolutionary maxims

nice men and
  suicide of an alien

anti-fairy tales

the most terrible event in history

the rich man and the leper

 

SHORT STORIES

godpieces

the three bears

three albanian tales

odorous underwear

a little creation story

 

ESSAYS & MEMOIRS

helen's tower

extortion through e-bay

schopenhauer for muthafuckas

are doctors autistic ?

single track in the snow

never a pygmy

against money

did franco die ?

'original sin' followed by
crippled consciousness

a gay man's guide to soft-willy sex

the holosensual alternative

tiger wine

the death of poetry

the absinthe drinker

with mrs dalloway in ukraine

love  and  hell

running on emptiness

a holocaust near you

a note on the cathars

happiness

londons of the mind
& dealing death to the caspian

genocide

a muezzin from the tower of darkness

kegan and kagan

being or television

satan in the groin

womb of half-fogged mirrors

tourism and terrorism

the dog from sinope

shoplifting

this sorry scheme of things

the bektashi dervishes

a holy dog and a dog-headed saint

fools for nothingness

death of a bestseller

vacuum of desire: a homo-erotic correspondence

a note on beards


 



CONFESSION OF IGNORANCE

 


 

 

by

Mima Kurjakova
Belgrade, Serbia


I.

They tried to explain to me
You have no father
You have no education
You have no money

You have no lover

They tried to explain to me
The bus is full
Your hair is dirty

I thought of murder
But I can't face
Crime
Or punishment
Or testifying

For me it is enough
To know nothing

And it cannot help
To pray for those
Good or bad
Or insane people

So I move like graphite
Or granite
Like stone
In the saddle
Of a golden-hoofed
Stallion

My hands held
Behind my back

Without spurs
Knowing nothing


II.

Did we know
what we shared
what we had
and what we hoped ?

Did we know
what we shared
while we were wondering
what there was to share ?

And what in the end
did we have ?

A bird in a box
Horns on a plate
A loaf wrapped in a belt
An aggressive smile

Did we cheat each other ?
Did we share and share alike ?

And what do we have now ?

Just the road.
[I repeat to myself:
The Road
]

And a bet [or a race]
with the sun
I pick up the sword
and I run

To a dead end
where the road
falls away
into space

 

III.

Only the sun understands
kissing without touching
Only the sun can kiss the world
like an infinitely-armed octopus
up Shit Creek

He and I keep playing
hide-and-seek

 

 

 




 



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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