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O. Nimigean
SOME APOTHEGMS WHICH – MOST LIKELY – WE\'LL MEDITATE ON LATER
in the third person they will speak of the final circlewhere words are sounded by nobody's mouth
(I turns into he –
the animal replete with images a skull inside which
clouds chase after one another –
he passes his body time
a small pyre of flesh and blood
bones and marrow
a fierce creature genetically programmed
mimetically determined
– he makes love makes a house makes history makes culture
he makes his kids' beds
he goes to church kneels sings believes
he stands by the wall pounds his head against the wall)
he who postulates will be lost
he who promulgates axioms will be lost
he who affirms will be lost
he who negates will be lost
he who takes it for granted will be lost
he who speaks the language of the tribe will be lost
he who listens to the language of the tribe will be lost
he who takes up the sword will die by the sword
he who takes up the sword of the spirit will die by the sword of the spirit
he who believes in God will be lost
he who doesn't believe in God will be lost
he who doesn't get lost will never awaken
he who doesn't awaken will live
(kiss your brother let him lean on your shoulder weep for him)
he who wakes up will be blind
From: Adio adio dragi poezii
Publisher: Pan, Iași, 1999
Publisher: Pan, Iași, 1999
cîteva apoftegme asupra cărora vom medita – poate – mai tîrziu
cîteva apoftegme asupra cărora vom medita – poate – mai tîrziu
se va vorbi la persoana a treia din ultimul cercunde cuvintele sînt rostite de gura nimănui
(eu se preschimbă în el
– animalul plin de imagini ţeastă sub care
se fugăresc norii –
îşi petrece timpul trupului
mic rug de carne şi sînge
de oase şi măduvă
feroce făptură programată genetic
determinată memetic
– face dragoste face casă face istorie face cultură
pregăteşte culcuşul puilor
merge la biserică îngenunchează cîntă crede
stă lîngă zid se loveşte cu fruntea de zid)
cine va postula va fi pierdut
cine va dezvolta axiome va fi pierdut
cine va afirma va fi pierdut
cine va nega va fi pierdut
cine va lua-o de bună va fi pierdut
cine va vorbi limba tribului va fi pierdut
cine va asculta limba tribului va fi pierdut
cine va ridica sabia va muri de sabie
cine va ridica sabia duhului va muri de sabia duhului
cine va crede în dumnezeu va fi pierdut
cine nu va crede în dumnezeu va fi pierdut
cine nu se va pierde nu se va trezi
cine nu se va trezi va trăi
(sărută-l pe fratele tău sprijină-i umărul plînge-l)
cine se va trezi va fi orb
From: adio adio dragi poezii
Publisher: Outopos, Iaşi
Publisher: Outopos, Iaşi
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SOME APOTHEGMS WHICH – MOST LIKELY – WE\'LL MEDITATE ON LATER
in the third person they will speak of the final circlewhere words are sounded by nobody's mouth
(I turns into he –
the animal replete with images a skull inside which
clouds chase after one another –
he passes his body time
a small pyre of flesh and blood
bones and marrow
a fierce creature genetically programmed
mimetically determined
– he makes love makes a house makes history makes culture
he makes his kids' beds
he goes to church kneels sings believes
he stands by the wall pounds his head against the wall)
he who postulates will be lost
he who promulgates axioms will be lost
he who affirms will be lost
he who negates will be lost
he who takes it for granted will be lost
he who speaks the language of the tribe will be lost
he who listens to the language of the tribe will be lost
he who takes up the sword will die by the sword
he who takes up the sword of the spirit will die by the sword of the spirit
he who believes in God will be lost
he who doesn't believe in God will be lost
he who doesn't get lost will never awaken
he who doesn't awaken will live
(kiss your brother let him lean on your shoulder weep for him)
he who wakes up will be blind
From: Adio adio dragi poezii
Publisher: 1999, Pan, Iași
Publisher: 1999, Pan, Iași
SOME APOTHEGMS WHICH – MOST LIKELY – WE\'LL MEDITATE ON LATER
in the third person they will speak of the final circlewhere words are sounded by nobody's mouth
(I turns into he –
the animal replete with images a skull inside which
clouds chase after one another –
he passes his body time
a small pyre of flesh and blood
bones and marrow
a fierce creature genetically programmed
mimetically determined
– he makes love makes a house makes history makes culture
he makes his kids' beds
he goes to church kneels sings believes
he stands by the wall pounds his head against the wall)
he who postulates will be lost
he who promulgates axioms will be lost
he who affirms will be lost
he who negates will be lost
he who takes it for granted will be lost
he who speaks the language of the tribe will be lost
he who listens to the language of the tribe will be lost
he who takes up the sword will die by the sword
he who takes up the sword of the spirit will die by the sword of the spirit
he who believes in God will be lost
he who doesn't believe in God will be lost
he who doesn't get lost will never awaken
he who doesn't awaken will live
(kiss your brother let him lean on your shoulder weep for him)
he who wakes up will be blind
From: Adio adio dragi poezii
Publisher: 1999, Pan, Iași
Publisher: 1999, Pan, Iași
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