Radosław Jurczak
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Wherever you are, if you still exist, what are the links or
highways that could reach you? Where was it I peeled off
and via how many loading bars did you leave that room,
which servers took you away, if you did in fact leave,
out of the state of Maine like an empty glass ball
did you feed the cameras with your disappearance
and eleven years later? How many Polish mirror servers did you look in,
and how many other mirrors? I lost my mind over
the number of zeroes and ones you held in your hands
but how many held you? On how many monitors
do they fail to unsee you? In eleven years of streaming
what dreams may come
when we have shrugged off this mortal coil?
Wherever it is, if it still exists, like a long lost password
To an inactive subscription, will that recording ever be recovered,
and on what servers, and will you even be on it?
I wanted to write a poem for you but this is not a poem for you
it’s as full of holes as a deleted cookie
Publisher: First published on poetryinternational.com, , 2023
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Waar je ook bent, als je bent, welke verbindingen torsen je,
en welke snelwegen? Waar ben je heengegaan,
langs welke voortgangsbalken heb je die kamer verlaten,
langs welke servers de stad, als je ze al verlaten hebt,
uit de staat Maine in de herfst als uit een leeg glazen kogeltje,
welke camera’s voed je met die verdwijning van jou
elf jaar later? In hoeveel spiegels bekijk je jezelf,
en in hoeveel mirrorsites? Waar ben je heengegaan,
hoeveel nullen en enen heb je met je handen meegevoerd,
en hoeveel hebben er jou meegevoerd? Op hoeveel monitoren
zullen ze je niet meer weerzien? Wat voor visioenen dromen
de doden tijdens een stream van elf jaar
als ze de last van hun zorgen van zich af hebben geworpen?
Waar je ook bent, als je bent, als een lang verloren wachtwoord
van een verlopen abonnement, zal die opname terugkeren,
en op welke servers, en zal jij erop staan?
Ik wilde een gedicht voor je en ik heb geen gedicht voor je,
vol ongeloof als een verwijderde cookie.
Publisher: 2023, First Published on poetryinternational.com,
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Gdzieśkolwiek jest, jeśliś jest, jakie cię niosą łącza,
a jakie autostrady? Gdzieś mi się podziała,
po jakich paskach postępu wyszłaś z tamtego pokoju,
jakimi serwerami z miasta, jeśli wyszłaś,
ze stanu Maine jesienią jak z pustej szklanej kulki,
tym zniknieniem swoim jakie karmisz kamery
jedenaście lat później? W ilu przeglądasz się lustrach,
a na ilu mirrorach? Gdzieś mi się podziała,
ile zer i jedynek uniosłaś na rękach,
a ile ciebie uniosło? Na ilu monitorach
już cię nie odzobaczą? Przez jedenaście lat streamu
jakie umarłym śnią się przywidzenia,
gdy trosk ciężary odrzucili z siebie?
Gdziekolwiek jest, jeśli jest, jak dawno zgubione hasło
do nieaktywnej subskrypcji, czy wróci tamto nagranie,
i na jakich serwerach, i czy będziesz na nim?
Chciałem dla ciebie wiersz i nie mam wiersza dla ciebie,
pełen niedowierzania jak usunięte ciasteczko.
From: Zakłady holenderskie (Dutch books)
Publisher: Biuro Literackie,
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Wherever you are, if you still exist, what are the links or
highways that could reach you? Where was it I peeled off
and via how many loading bars did you leave that room,
which servers took you away, if you did in fact leave,
out of the state of Maine like an empty glass ball
did you feed the cameras with your disappearance
and eleven years later? How many Polish mirror servers did you look in,
and how many other mirrors? I lost my mind over
the number of zeroes and ones you held in your hands
but how many held you? On how many monitors
do they fail to unsee you? In eleven years of streaming
what dreams may come
when we have shrugged off this mortal coil?
Wherever it is, if it still exists, like a long lost password
To an inactive subscription, will that recording ever be recovered,
and on what servers, and will you even be on it?
I wanted to write a poem for you but this is not a poem for you
it’s as full of holes as a deleted cookie
From: Zakłady holenderskie (Dutch books)
Publisher: 2023, First published on poetryinternational.com,
PORNHUB ELEGIES: [0]
Wherever you are, if you still exist, what are the links or
highways that could reach you? Where was it I peeled off
and via how many loading bars did you leave that room,
which servers took you away, if you did in fact leave,
out of the state of Maine like an empty glass ball
did you feed the cameras with your disappearance
and eleven years later? How many Polish mirror servers did you look in,
and how many other mirrors? I lost my mind over
the number of zeroes and ones you held in your hands
but how many held you? On how many monitors
do they fail to unsee you? In eleven years of streaming
what dreams may come
when we have shrugged off this mortal coil?
Wherever it is, if it still exists, like a long lost password
To an inactive subscription, will that recording ever be recovered,
and on what servers, and will you even be on it?
I wanted to write a poem for you but this is not a poem for you
it’s as full of holes as a deleted cookie
Publisher: 2023, First published on poetryinternational.com,
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