{"id":14571,"date":"2022-12-13T10:10:20","date_gmt":"2022-12-13T08:10:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=14571"},"modified":"2022-12-17T10:13:14","modified_gmt":"2022-12-17T08:13:14","slug":"poems-by-anna-idelevich","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=14571","title":{"rendered":"poems by Anna Idelevich"},"content":{"rendered":"
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  1. Fiberglass sandwich<\/strong><\/li>\n<\/ol>\n

     <\/p>\n

    Inflated invalids<\/p>\n

    clouds in mind mutilation cry, ides<\/p>\n

    March did not take offences.<\/p>\n

    and fatal events did not happen.<\/p>\n

    But you and I don\u2019t pretend<\/p>\n

    wrapped all oxides in the noise of poplars –<\/p>\n

    aluminum, barium and graphite<\/p>\n

    still with iron, magnesium, magnets<\/p>\n

    such that even my cheekbones crumpled.<\/p>\n

    And wound oxidase, bestiality deceit<\/p>\n

    will remind you that the soul is pure, where you are drunk with air.<\/p>\n

    And the sun wheel on an odd number,<\/p>\n

    and maybe even, he will tell us that stop spinning evil,<\/p>\n

    we ourselves are covered with frost individuals,<\/p>\n

    from fiberglass everything that could live.<\/p>\n

    Sacred beginning at the clouds of Rosalia,<\/p>\n

    rains on reality we breathe, craft<\/p>\n

    like a sandwich is stale, but we are wilder<\/p>\n

    and it hurts worse, we were swept into the abyss.<\/p>\n

     <\/p>\n

     <\/p>\n

     <\/p>\n

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    1. Reggae of the sun-dried tomatoes<\/strong><\/li>\n<\/ol>\n

       <\/p>\n

      The video frame scans the image of recent years,<\/p>\n

      sharply tearing the edges like a swordfish,<\/p>\n

      chewing somewhere, spitting somewhere,<\/p>\n

      but there is still light at the end.<\/p>\n

       <\/p>\n

      We grew up, above steel,<\/p>\n

      yes, and adulthood also passed,<\/p>\n

      marijuana, lazy rainy mists,<\/p>\n

      left a few tears in the dew<\/p>\n

      forced the whole world to divide by seven,<\/p>\n

      even a topic was raised about the hippopotamus,<\/p>\n

      which did not fall anywhere, but there was a swamp,<\/p>\n

      reeds, red beard, and to it a hippopotamus.<\/p>\n

      Whatever nature comes up with.<\/p>\n

      Mirrors gleamed everywhere<\/p>\n

      and today sun-dried tomatoes,<\/p>\n

      oils, oils, oils.<\/p>\n

      I am writing to you. Growing, but not grown up, how are you?<\/p>\n

       <\/p>\n

      A sparse wire mesh separated us.<\/p>\n

      First, we looked at each other<\/p>\n

      and then they began to climb freely.<\/p>\n

      We do not live away from worldly storms,<\/p>\n

      but fragility in large raindrops that wake up,<\/p>\n

      messy, every day is done for pleasure.<\/p>\n

      My friends would tell me<\/p>\n

      that you\u2019re a bad influence on me<\/p>\n

      but I have no friends but you.<\/p>\n

       <\/p>\n

       <\/p>\n

       <\/p>\n

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      1. Mindreader<\/strong><\/li>\n<\/ol>\n

         <\/p>\n

        Today people are happy<\/p>\n

        even though the sky is kneading kissels<\/p>\n

        on rainy, summer water.<\/p>\n

        Umbrellas bright colors<\/p>\n

        roadside dust and dirt<\/p>\n

        at my feet everywhere<\/p>\n

        spray, happy too,<\/p>\n

        not keep balance<\/p>\n

        and no need for everyone<\/p>\n

        walk straight and don\u2019t,<\/p>\n

        legends and attics,<\/p>\n

        to be near<\/p>\n

        today, now, and everywhere.<\/p>\n

        Mindreader sent me a postcard.<\/p>\n

         <\/p>\n

         <\/p>\n

         <\/p>\n

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        1. Gladiolus<\/strong><\/li>\n<\/ol>\n

           <\/p>\n

          Reality floated<\/p>\n

          steam rises from the palms.<\/p>\n

          And things like that…<\/p>\n

          And for a fairy tale, you don\u2019t need a big mind,<\/p>\n

          need the sky in vain,<\/p>\n

          clouds between us connected<\/p>\n

          and aircraft cetacean ship,<\/p>\n

          that floats and does not see the stars of dirt,<\/p>\n

          no matter what anyone else said.<\/p>\n

          You told me: \u201cDrink!\u201d<\/p>\n

          And I can\u2019t drink to the bottom,<\/p>\n

          sip, days<\/p>\n

          and nights I see dots, getting sick.<\/p>\n

          I see rays of light<\/p>\n

          that, resigning themselves to the night, they become leaner,<\/p>\n

          I see the pollination of the fields<\/p>\n

          light on the balcony, Romeo.<\/p>\n

          Knocking on God, sometimes he says: \u201cBusy\u201d<\/p>\n

          well, I mean, not in the toilet, but he has some kind of conference,<\/p>\n

          he takes turns, by zoom, anxious people,<\/p>\n

          answers their requests, conversation is a panacea for everything.<\/p>\n

          And I am Julia, then Suzanne, then Eve the primordial,<\/p>\n

          I imagine myself like this, I knock on you,<\/p>\n

          rather to him<\/p>\n

          and he says to me: \u201cMy membrane is tender, membrane,<\/p>\n

          filled with love, I haven\u2019t called you back yet,<\/p>\n

          wait.\u201d And I\u2019m waiting, in principle there is no hurry,<\/p>\n

          I can wait for the zoom of burrs and tricky pretzels.<\/p>\n

          Gladiolus grew in a vase<\/p>\n

          xiphoid leaves look quite …<\/p>\n

          I don\u2019t hang out with other people,<\/p>\n

          I don\u2019t learn from someone who doesn\u2019t<\/p>\n

          knows the names of the people-leaves of auspicious days.<\/p>\n

           <\/p>\n

           <\/p>\n

          \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

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          1. Cream of night confusion<\/strong><\/li>\n<\/ol>\n

             <\/p>\n

            They will sit in a circle, the moon will shine,<\/p>\n

            pillars of fire will rise from the chairs.<\/p>\n

            The exultation of the spirits on the verge of a rain of change.<\/p>\n

             <\/p>\n

            Will rush into the darkness with the boundaries of wine,<\/p>\n

            to be alive, to be kept by the word interest<\/p>\n

            scarlet rose in fragments and windows, and drizzle of walls.<\/p>\n

             <\/p>\n

            Let Moses come, let the desert be full<\/p>\n

            sleepy manna, let it suffice for all the mutilated.<\/p>\n

             <\/p>\n

            May health and goodness, still silence,<\/p>\n

            let the farewell be with sips of wine<\/p>\n

            a little lighter, and an orange will rise in slices of the sun.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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