Berend Strik

Nicol A. Kostic. Decompressing

I used to be more social but,

it nearly drove me crazy,

as I tried to keep that concealed,

& repeatedly lost so much sleep,

from a constantly ringing phone,

or continual knocking on my door,

wheather it was 4 different people,

wanting an audience,

or 1 person knocking, X 4,

all hours of the day, & night,

reaching a saturation point,

where I just couldn't take anymore,

& voluntarily isolated myself,

with a vow of silence,

up in a tower,

a self-imposed exile,

over tree tops,

where birds fly by,

past a ledgeless window,

where there is no place for them to land.

( inhaling one deep breath,

with a sigh )...

How sweet this quiet peace.

Viking Eggeling. Material for the 'Generalbass der Malerei'. 1918

James Arthur/ Poem from Behind a Gorilla Mask

Fuck you to the following:
(I can't keep track of names) anyone you know
with a waterfront view. All your accusers
and all whom they accuse. The many aching
to be the few. Drum-bangers, gangbangers,
self-hangers, demigods. Those who make the love,
love the peace, or make the killing. 
I include myself as well; I know how sympathy
rots the heart. Thank you
for your love. You get my pity in return.
I wrote this on a Tuesday
sitting in the park.

Sound poetry by Dermot O'Reilly, ca. 1921

Marco Giovenale 3

Енн Волдман. Абетка Матінкової Мови.

В Енн Волдман сьогодні (Другого Квітня) День Народження.
А ось перший з трьох перекладів на сьогодні.