DRIPPING WINDMILLS (Serbian Original Included) Posted on 1 Nov 2017 “For tomorrow you will live forever” * Snatch your mind from the clutches of the wolves That have been observing and watching you And fasten it with quiet dignity Snatch it with a torrent of your body Then wipe the sweat off your brow While the beastsContinue reading “DRIPPING WINDMILLS (Serbian Original Included)”
Image: https://lemyreart.wordpress.com/tag/surreal-art/ I, tomorrow will be dying a blink of darkness that enshrouds your eye that offend thee become so thick as well its astrological wells calling upon us, stars The essay of the young, tough artists in a shaky shadiness, Arcadia’s magic is spreading south of my ears, east of my scars I was thereContinue reading “The summoning of a star’s dream”
I am ripping… reptile meat. (of my body…) Let Eagles keep their beaks sharp in their lazy armchair… I think Sisyphus is being watched, discreetly Long after I have been forgotten I am going into oblivion into my sleep, to bed, to bed of satin tucked away somewhere, out of my mind *** IZLEČENA KidamContinue reading “Cured/Izlečena”
Wherever I go, they are at my heels sick and angry feelings I am sipping drip, drip, drip so it that gets diluted out through the fog is racing the headless horseman Back beyond. The howling morning took my fingerprints by tapping the hoof with a hoof come in, burning madness, do not be shyContinue reading “Back beyond, back beyond, back beyond.”
Illustration: Acrobat, by Vladimir Kush It’s a soft, lukewarm, tender night and days are bringing their axe heads Might I have cut too deep? Let the story begin.
I would tell you everything along to a melody, I could find а tender word now and then, then to paint it in a growl here and there. *** Pesmom bih (ti) rekla sve. uspela bih da nađem po koju nežnu reč. Potom da je obojim urlikom, tu i tamo.
UVOD S izvesnom, svečanom ozbiljnošću, oslobađam prste i zapisujem neobičnu istoriju koja mi se dogodila. Neobičnu? Daleko od toga, iako me me nenormalnosti guše i dave, sagnuta nad svojom beležnicom nemam nikakvu kontrolu, mrmljam nepovezano sebi u bradu, puzim po sobi, derem se: “Jel ja sad treba baš sve u tančine da ispripovedam?”, u stanjuContinue reading “Testament jednog pisca, Invita Minerva* i.e. “Unwilling Minerva!””
hello, Readers. If I am not asking for too much, I see you are all too busy cherishing your own worlds, but I do have problems with some sort of cult… knowing how it does sound, I transformed it into a short story. A comment will mean much to me, and sure you can tryContinue reading “Sect”