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Sigitas Parulskis

And so

And so
a dark person, vulgar primitive, man-monkey
animal, half-wit, murderer, liar, thief, debaucher
idiot awoke in me, raised
his head, coloured his un-pretty
mouth, with dishevelled instincts
I fed him the cheapest pizza with cheese and
salami, in the street, the hammering
of a pneumatic drill – every instant someone
lays the groundwork of their own hell

three times I didn’t give charity, which is why
in the evening, I think, he, dark
disgustingness inside me, deserving of
the most expensive whore, the kind that only
hotel personnel can provide and my
noble, light
wise, compassionate half

6 September 2007, Berlin

Taigi

Taigi

Taigi
tamsus žmogus, vulgarus primityvas, žmogbeždžionė
galvijas, pusprotis, galvažudys, melagis, vagis, paleistuvis
idiotas nubudo manyje, pakėlė
galvą, iššiepė savo negražią
burną, pasišiaušė instinktais
pamaitinau jį pigiausia pica su sūriu ir
saliamio dešra, tiesiog gatvėje, taukšint
pneumatiniam kūjui, – kiekvieną akimirką kas nors
grindžia dugną savo pragarui

tris kartus nedaviau išmaldos, todėl
vakare, manau, jis, tamsusis
šlykštynė mano viduje, nusipelnė
pačios prabangiausios kekšės, kokią tik išgalės
parūpinti viešbučio personalas ir mano
taurioji, šviesioji
išmintingoji, gailestingoji pusė

2007 09 06, Berlynas
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And so

And so
a dark person, vulgar primitive, man-monkey
animal, half-wit, murderer, liar, thief, debaucher
idiot awoke in me, raised
his head, coloured his un-pretty
mouth, with dishevelled instincts
I fed him the cheapest pizza with cheese and
salami, in the street, the hammering
of a pneumatic drill – every instant someone
lays the groundwork of their own hell

three times I didn’t give charity, which is why
in the evening, I think, he, dark
disgustingness inside me, deserving of
the most expensive whore, the kind that only
hotel personnel can provide and my
noble, light
wise, compassionate half

6 September 2007, Berlin

And so

And so
a dark person, vulgar primitive, man-monkey
animal, half-wit, murderer, liar, thief, debaucher
idiot awoke in me, raised
his head, coloured his un-pretty
mouth, with dishevelled instincts
I fed him the cheapest pizza with cheese and
salami, in the street, the hammering
of a pneumatic drill – every instant someone
lays the groundwork of their own hell

three times I didn’t give charity, which is why
in the evening, I think, he, dark
disgustingness inside me, deserving of
the most expensive whore, the kind that only
hotel personnel can provide and my
noble, light
wise, compassionate half

6 September 2007, Berlin
Sponsors
Gemeente Rotterdam
Nederlands Letterenfonds
Stichting Van Beuningen Peterich-fonds
Ludo Pieters Gastschrijver Fonds
Lira fonds
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