Poem
Viktor Neborak
GENESIS OF THE FLYING HEAD
(a show in verse)
I. METRO FANTASY
Color is still not space you try anyway to hew through
this black night facets of light sparkle and a double
sits in the pane opposite the painted doll faded
a rapid line of movement saws his neck
an underground river dried up dinosaurs crammed together in the night
tusks bones broken mirrors voices of apparitions —
this is all the setting for a painting your neck is bleeding
and your head in the pane starts up and your head
through the thickness of a stone sea through a Dnipro River fish and block of ice
through libraries stacks burning a path for itself
a minute flies solemnly to a carnival explosion
its lips move with exertion: I-am-a-fly-ing-head
© Translation: 2005, Michael M. Naydan
From: The Flying Head and Other Poems
Publisher: Sribne slovo, Lviv, 2005
From: The Flying Head and Other Poems
Publisher: Sribne slovo, Lviv, 2005
GENESIS OF THE FLYING HEAD. I. METRO FANTASY
© 2005, Viktor Neborak
From: Litayucha Holova ta inshi virshi
Publisher: Sribne slovo, Lviv
From: Litayucha Holova ta inshi virshi
Publisher: Sribne slovo, Lviv
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GENESIS OF THE FLYING HEAD
(a show in verse)
I. METRO FANTASY
Color is still not space you try anyway to hew through
this black night facets of light sparkle and a double
sits in the pane opposite the painted doll faded
a rapid line of movement saws his neck
an underground river dried up dinosaurs crammed together in the night
tusks bones broken mirrors voices of apparitions —
this is all the setting for a painting your neck is bleeding
and your head in the pane starts up and your head
through the thickness of a stone sea through a Dnipro River fish and block of ice
through libraries stacks burning a path for itself
a minute flies solemnly to a carnival explosion
its lips move with exertion: I-am-a-fly-ing-head
© 2005, Michael M. Naydan
From: The Flying Head and Other Poems
Publisher: 2005, Sribne slovo, Lviv
From: The Flying Head and Other Poems
Publisher: 2005, Sribne slovo, Lviv
GENESIS OF THE FLYING HEAD
(a show in verse)
I. METRO FANTASY
Color is still not space you try anyway to hew through
this black night facets of light sparkle and a double
sits in the pane opposite the painted doll faded
a rapid line of movement saws his neck
an underground river dried up dinosaurs crammed together in the night
tusks bones broken mirrors voices of apparitions —
this is all the setting for a painting your neck is bleeding
and your head in the pane starts up and your head
through the thickness of a stone sea through a Dnipro River fish and block of ice
through libraries stacks burning a path for itself
a minute flies solemnly to a carnival explosion
its lips move with exertion: I-am-a-fly-ing-head
© 2005, Michael M. Naydan
From: The Flying Head and Other Poems
Publisher: 2005, Sribne slovo, Lviv
From: The Flying Head and Other Poems
Publisher: 2005, Sribne slovo, Lviv
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