In the fane of our sorrow when it rains red and gold
When the silver of welkin kills the sky in a fold
When the moonsnake is haunting every sleepwalking child
And the music of bane flows in the heart from the wild
When all demons are loveful and all gods burn in hell
Let the virus surround us in the poisonous well
The entire drowned lillies, dead boys' choire in the wood
Our meat on the brazier fusing flesh neighbourhood
Could we ever be so free?
Could we ever be that pure?
If you killed yourself for me
I would kill myself for you
By the orthodox mumble swept by Byzantine breeze
Your cold fragrance I swallow and your fondness I squeeze
With your genital's ichor rushing up in my veins
I am intoxicated - no control there remains
On the sheets of thy virtue, in the garment of shame
Your timidity's sobbing, innocence playing games
Let our child's perverse dreaming and our mature dark pain
Tear the living asunder, kill and torture and maim
Raping angels and choking with their semen and blood
Join to suffer the pleasures we may find in the mud
All that we were deprived
Rise to me on demon wings
Hug me with the raven's dreams
Bacchic epileptic dance
Breed the light and give us chance
Can we ever be so free?
Can we ever be that pure?
If you kill yourself for me
I will kill myself for you
We are the last extreme theodicy
Blood-brothered Daimon anf Pythius I see
Into their sateless nympholepsy
And I love what I see!
Then when I find myself that heady in my wet slum in the dark
Nasty serbian girl is slobbering and gets it up to suck
And I feel wet bottom crawling, smell of moisture, smell of shit
Like a den of unforgiveness I am punished put to rats
And I feel my lust prevailing at the pain and shame the fear
And I breed the dirty body and I crash it and I feed
As we circle like a snake-pond we inflate disgust and need
And some nasty british fratboy beating harder on my meat
I need this freashly-beaten cattle warm
I need a little hell cloud to become the perfect storm
We are dreamers. We are angels
We have ravished this cruel world
Saint with murder, holy butchers
Crime as flood has come ashore
We're deprsession, we're destruction
We are birds of suicide
Butterflies of no-tomorrow
Stay forever on our side
Rise to me on demon wings
Hug me with the raven's dreams
Bacchic epileptic dance
Breed the light and give us chance
Can we ever be so free?
Can we ever be that pure?
If you kill yourself for me
I will kill myself for you
Raping you was like raping a god
Like crucifying the hurricane...
Kill yourself for me
Kill myself for you.
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Adelphopoiia tis lagneias
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I have read not more than 3 or 4 stanzas and felt a sort of o'eranxiety for an immediate answer. I realized that 'wrong place' of residence not only toughens a person but also may work out in that same person a capability to create in non-mother tongue!
You understand that you are unique? You are the sole person in the whole world whose verse is equal to the choicest outcomes left to us by the choicest genii of the english speaking world!
As to myself I realised that I can't communicate in russian here any longer! So this account, being itself of a rare poetic value, seems to lure at the same time as an oasis in a desert encapsulating a unique 'point of communication' and true freedom for such a desparate stranger as myself.
I hope it ain't disappear as a vision. As everything disappears.
Стальено 07.05.2019 08:37 • Заявить о нарушении
You understand that you are unique? You are the sole person in the whole world whose verse is equal to the choicest outcomes left to us by the choicest genii of the english speaking world!
As to myself I realised that I can't communicate in russian here any longer! So this account, being itself of a rare poetic value, seems to lure at the same time as an oasis in a desert encapsulating a unique 'point of communication' and true freedom for such a desparate stranger as myself.
I hope it ain't disappear as a vision. As everything disappears.
Стальено 07.05.2019 08:37 • Заявить о нарушении
Oh, my friend, that is some kind of а sorcery that time and again I hear people say about the paradox in my residence and its weird outcomes ))
Although I always considered myself as the rock'n'roll copycat, the speaking head of an ape )) Coz my love to English started from Santa Barbara series and happily went on with tons of pop, rock and metal music I started to listen to at school.
Why did I love it and no oine else did? I guess, because we are everly - I mean in every possible way are the strangers in thos damn world.
I had almost no friends in my childhood and teenage - so music, movies and language in accordance was one great company - world of my escape... I guess the reasons are deeper and the basic encapsulation is established in the very depth of our personalities. As shrink would say - that was compensation. Hve you ever seen a true artist being happy person at the same time. Maybe it's right that the ordinary life can't bring up the unique man ))
We all are visons, my friend, the ephemeral iluusions dancing in the emptiness. "All we are is dust in the wind" (c)
))
Ардаллион 07.05.2019 11:53 Заявить о нарушении
Although I always considered myself as the rock'n'roll copycat, the speaking head of an ape )) Coz my love to English started from Santa Barbara series and happily went on with tons of pop, rock and metal music I started to listen to at school.
Why did I love it and no oine else did? I guess, because we are everly - I mean in every possible way are the strangers in thos damn world.
I had almost no friends in my childhood and teenage - so music, movies and language in accordance was one great company - world of my escape... I guess the reasons are deeper and the basic encapsulation is established in the very depth of our personalities. As shrink would say - that was compensation. Hve you ever seen a true artist being happy person at the same time. Maybe it's right that the ordinary life can't bring up the unique man ))
We all are visons, my friend, the ephemeral iluusions dancing in the emptiness. "All we are is dust in the wind" (c)
))
Ардаллион 07.05.2019 11:53 Заявить о нарушении
Never was I, to be honest, carried with pop/rock/metal or smth. Santa Barbara also was dimly hovering in the background of my existence— plaintive enough to have solely outcome in poetry, either ancient or modern, otherwise I could never have found any consolation in my life. So I've read "tons of" books, always choosing those that were yellowed with age. And I've got, I think now, the capability to recognize true poetry or rather to prehend so-to-say 'the very weird sound' of true poetry! And sure yuo've got it... And the style is truly gorgeous!
Стальено 07.05.2019 14:38 Заявить о нарушении
Стальено 07.05.2019 14:38 Заявить о нарушении
Kudos Santa-Barbara! ))))))
Certainly, this funny way from brutal bands and by them I was somehow driven to poery where my monkey-head found the "vast choir of weird sounds" to unleash my epigony ;D
Вячеслав Карижинский 07.05.2019 15:08 Заявить о нарушении
Certainly, this funny way from brutal bands and by them I was somehow driven to poery where my monkey-head found the "vast choir of weird sounds" to unleash my epigony ;D
Вячеслав Карижинский 07.05.2019 15:08 Заявить о нарушении
Epigony's much better than epigyny))
I would never mark out any of your english poems as having smth. in common with 'unleashed epigony'.
Absolutely original product of delicious blend! I'd like to trace here a parallel with some wine of special reserve ('from deep-delved earth')
Стальено 07.05.2019 16:14 Заявить о нарушении
I would never mark out any of your english poems as having smth. in common with 'unleashed epigony'.
Absolutely original product of delicious blend! I'd like to trace here a parallel with some wine of special reserve ('from deep-delved earth')
Стальено 07.05.2019 16:14 Заявить о нарушении
Oh thanx - this parallel is marvelous!
I'd love some... anyday, anytime ))
Вячеслав Карижинский 07.05.2019 17:46 Заявить о нарушении
I'd love some... anyday, anytime ))
Вячеслав Карижинский 07.05.2019 17:46 Заявить о нарушении
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