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Dmytro Lazutkin
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today’s means of communicationlets us learn
the worst
sooner
I can’t hear anything
but björk björk
and our total multi-vectorism
becomes local bipolarity
because walking on fire
is easier than breathing fire
because loving you
is almost like being in love
because with replacement joints
satisfaction is guaranteed
you see
life’s monkey strokes impatient fingers
with his cold tongue
and every cloud
clings to another
just so
trains leave on time
only to return . . .
you know? — but you definitely don’t know
right? — but surely the truth is not that pleasant
trains really do leave on time
but somehow we’re always late
I can’t hear anything
speak slowly
© Translation: 2007, Mark Andryczyk and Andrij Kudla Wynnyckyj
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© 2005, Dmytro Lazutkin
From: sweets for reptiles
Publisher: Fakt, Kyiv
From: sweets for reptiles
Publisher: Fakt, Kyiv
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today’s means of communicationlets us learn
the worst
sooner
I can’t hear anything
but björk björk
and our total multi-vectorism
becomes local bipolarity
because walking on fire
is easier than breathing fire
because loving you
is almost like being in love
because with replacement joints
satisfaction is guaranteed
you see
life’s monkey strokes impatient fingers
with his cold tongue
and every cloud
clings to another
just so
trains leave on time
only to return . . .
you know? — but you definitely don’t know
right? — but surely the truth is not that pleasant
trains really do leave on time
but somehow we’re always late
I can’t hear anything
speak slowly
© 2007, Mark Andryczyk and Andrij Kudla Wynnyckyj
From: sweets for reptiles
From: sweets for reptiles
TRANSIT SCHEDULE
today’s means of communicationlets us learn
the worst
sooner
I can’t hear anything
but björk björk
and our total multi-vectorism
becomes local bipolarity
because walking on fire
is easier than breathing fire
because loving you
is almost like being in love
because with replacement joints
satisfaction is guaranteed
you see
life’s monkey strokes impatient fingers
with his cold tongue
and every cloud
clings to another
just so
trains leave on time
only to return . . .
you know? — but you definitely don’t know
right? — but surely the truth is not that pleasant
trains really do leave on time
but somehow we’re always late
I can’t hear anything
speak slowly
© 2007, Mark Andryczyk and Andrij Kudla Wynnyckyj
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