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Moikom Zeqo

Zodiac: 9

Who can find the weight
of an idea?
What weighs more, a metaphor
or the sea?
One atom eclipsed
the weight of Hiroshima,
a newborn is heavier
than Auschwitz.
A Buddhist proverb
weighs more than the Himalayas.
A hummingbird
weighs more
than Polyphemus.
The Copernican system of the planets
is a measure of our thought.
Pieces of sunken light
marble the sea floor,
and Skiroi’s buckthorn leaves*
are silver spring-scales
for measuring fireflies
and drops of dew.
These two flowers, like the eyepieces of binoculars,
reveal
what lies beyond
space
and time.
All around me,
the blue metaphysics of stone.
My memory is a wound—
it hurts
if you touch it.
The stillness of a book
is like a temple.
And the fairy Gishto weighs**
significantly more
than Spielberg’s
dinosaurs—more,
even, than Behemoth.

The stomach is weighed against cannibalism,
cannibalism is weighed against people,
people are weighed against kings,
kings are weighed against thinkers,
thinkers are weighed against slaves,
slaves are weighed against freedom,
freedom is weighed against mortality,
mortality is weighed against the law,
the law is weighed against entropy,
entropy is weighed against chance,
chance is weighed against death,
and death is weighed against the mundane . . .
the mundane is weighed against forgetfulness,
forgetfulness is weighed against sleep,
sleep is weighed against myth,
myth is weighed against instinct,
instinct is weighed against fantasy,
fantasy is weighed against heroism,
heroism is weighed against paradox,
paradox is weighed against words,
words are weighed against the prophets,
the prophets are weighed against manure,
manure is weighed against vanity,
vanity is weighed against the apocalypse,
the apocalypse is weighed against the dying sea,
the dying sea is weighed against the void,
the void is weighed against money,
money is weighed against shit,
shit is weighed against TV,
TV is weighed against schizophrenia,
schizophrenia is weighed against coffins,
coffins are weighed against the cross,
the cross is weighed against Pontius Pilate,
Pontius Pilate is weighed against Dante,
Dante is weighed against Napoleon,
Napoleon is weighed against Waterloo,
Waterloo is weighed against the Holocaust,
the Holocaust is weighed against wolves,
wolves are weighed against lambs,
lambs are weighed against utopias,
utopias are weighed against dictators,
dictators are weighed against God,
God is weighed against Satan,
Satan is weighed against . . . weighs. . .

Now even the air grows old,
the air bearded by a lightning bolt,
the air rippling the plains—
a wretched, unreliable prophet.
How can I scrub
the moon
of Macbeth’s blood?
The moon weighs our flesh,
cut by the butcher of heaven.
We live in a present that’s ancient—
today’s past is yesterday’s future.
The past’s present
is the present’s past,
the present’s future
is the future’s past . . .
Please, tell me:
who measures our time here—
the time that we savor
and the time that we’re dead?
So many yellow flowers—
yellow from the sulfur all around me.
Each word I utter is a cell
without a prisoner.
The planet falls
from the hook of a rainbow.

Zodiak: 9

Zodiak: 9

Kush e peshoi
një ide?
Më e rëndë është metafora,
apo një det?
Një atom ja kalon
në peshë dhe Hiroshimës,
një foshnjë e porsalindur
është më e rëndë se Aushvici.
Një proverbë e Budës
është më e rëndë se Himalajat.
E zogu kolibër
më i rëndë
se Polifemi.
Sistemi me planetë i Kopernikut
është peshorja e mendimit.
Copërat e dritës së fundosur
janë] mermeri i nëntokës
e gjethet e xinxifes së Skiroit
janë kandar argjendi
për xixëllonjat
e pikat e vesës.
Ja, dy lule si lente dylbish
për të parë
ç'ka përtej
hapësirës
dhe kohës!
Më rrethon
metafizika blu e gurit,
kujtesa është e plagosur –
po ta prekësh
dhëmb.
Palëvizshmëria e librit
është tempullore.
E Gishtoja i përrallave peshon
më shumë
se dinosaurët
e Spilbergut
a Behemoti.
Stomaku është peshorja e kanibalit,
kanibali është peshorja e popujve,
popujt janë peshorja e mbretërve,
Mbretërit janë peshorja e mendimtarëve,
mendimtarët janë peshorja e skllevërve,
skllevërit janë peshorja e lirisë,
liria është peshorja e fatalitetit,
fataliteti është peshorja e ligjeve,
ligjet janë peshorja e entropisë,
entropia është peshorja e rastësive,
rastësitë janë peshorja e vdekjes,
e vdekja është peshorja e përditshmërisë,
përditshmëria është peshorja e harresës,
harresa është peshorja e gjumit,
gjumi është peshorja e miteve,
mitet janë peshorja e instiketeve,
instiktet janë peshorja e fantazisë,
fantazia është peshorja e heronjve,
heronjtë janë peshorja e paradokseve,
paradokset janë peshorja e fjalëve,
fjalët janë peshorja e profetëve,
profetët janë peshorja e plehut,
e plehu është peshorja e kotësisë,
kotësia është peshorja e Apokalipsit,
Apokalipsi është peshorja e detit që vdes,
e deti që vdes është peshorja e hiçkohës,
hiçkoha është peshorja e parasë,
paraja është peshorja e të pëgërës,
e pëgëra është peshorja e TV-së,
TV-ja është peshorja e skizofrenisë,
skizofrenia është peshorja e arkivoleve,
arkivolet janë peshorja e kryqeve,
kryqet janë peshorja e Pons Pilatit,
Pond Pilati është peshorja e Dantes,
Dantja është peshorja e Napoleon Bonapartit
Napoleon Bonaparti është peshorja e Vaterlosë,
Vaterloja është peshorja e holokaustëve,
holokaustët janë peshorja e ujqërve,
e ujqit janë peshorja e qingjave,
e qingjat janë peshorja e utopive,
e utopitë janë peshorja e diktatorëve,
diktatorët janë peshorja e vetë Zotit,
e Zoti është peshorja e Satanait,
Satanai është peshorja e . . . peshoreve . . .
tani dhe ajri plaket
me mjekër rrufesh,
ajri lëviz në pllaje
i pabesueshëm dhe i nëmur si profetët.
Si ta dizinfektoj
dhe Hënën
nga gjaku i Makbethit?
Hëna na peshon mishrat tanë
copëtuar nga një kasap qiellor,
jetojmë të tashmen kaq të lashtë,
të djeshmen e sotme e të ardhmen e djeshme,
e tashmja e kaluar
është e kaluara e tashme,
e ardhmja e tashme
është e kaluara e ardhme.
Ju lutem,
kush e peshon kohën,
atë për të jetuar
dhe atë për të vdekur?
Sa lule të verdha
prej squfuri më rrethojnë.
Fjala ime është një qeli
po pa të burgosur brenda.
Nga vjega e ylberit
këputet . . . planeti.
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Zodiac: 9

Who can find the weight
of an idea?
What weighs more, a metaphor
or the sea?
One atom eclipsed
the weight of Hiroshima,
a newborn is heavier
than Auschwitz.
A Buddhist proverb
weighs more than the Himalayas.
A hummingbird
weighs more
than Polyphemus.
The Copernican system of the planets
is a measure of our thought.
Pieces of sunken light
marble the sea floor,
and Skiroi’s buckthorn leaves*
are silver spring-scales
for measuring fireflies
and drops of dew.
These two flowers, like the eyepieces of binoculars,
reveal
what lies beyond
space
and time.
All around me,
the blue metaphysics of stone.
My memory is a wound—
it hurts
if you touch it.
The stillness of a book
is like a temple.
And the fairy Gishto weighs**
significantly more
than Spielberg’s
dinosaurs—more,
even, than Behemoth.

The stomach is weighed against cannibalism,
cannibalism is weighed against people,
people are weighed against kings,
kings are weighed against thinkers,
thinkers are weighed against slaves,
slaves are weighed against freedom,
freedom is weighed against mortality,
mortality is weighed against the law,
the law is weighed against entropy,
entropy is weighed against chance,
chance is weighed against death,
and death is weighed against the mundane . . .
the mundane is weighed against forgetfulness,
forgetfulness is weighed against sleep,
sleep is weighed against myth,
myth is weighed against instinct,
instinct is weighed against fantasy,
fantasy is weighed against heroism,
heroism is weighed against paradox,
paradox is weighed against words,
words are weighed against the prophets,
the prophets are weighed against manure,
manure is weighed against vanity,
vanity is weighed against the apocalypse,
the apocalypse is weighed against the dying sea,
the dying sea is weighed against the void,
the void is weighed against money,
money is weighed against shit,
shit is weighed against TV,
TV is weighed against schizophrenia,
schizophrenia is weighed against coffins,
coffins are weighed against the cross,
the cross is weighed against Pontius Pilate,
Pontius Pilate is weighed against Dante,
Dante is weighed against Napoleon,
Napoleon is weighed against Waterloo,
Waterloo is weighed against the Holocaust,
the Holocaust is weighed against wolves,
wolves are weighed against lambs,
lambs are weighed against utopias,
utopias are weighed against dictators,
dictators are weighed against God,
God is weighed against Satan,
Satan is weighed against . . . weighs. . .

Now even the air grows old,
the air bearded by a lightning bolt,
the air rippling the plains—
a wretched, unreliable prophet.
How can I scrub
the moon
of Macbeth’s blood?
The moon weighs our flesh,
cut by the butcher of heaven.
We live in a present that’s ancient—
today’s past is yesterday’s future.
The past’s present
is the present’s past,
the present’s future
is the future’s past . . .
Please, tell me:
who measures our time here—
the time that we savor
and the time that we’re dead?
So many yellow flowers—
yellow from the sulfur all around me.
Each word I utter is a cell
without a prisoner.
The planet falls
from the hook of a rainbow.

Zodiac: 9

Who can find the weight
of an idea?
What weighs more, a metaphor
or the sea?
One atom eclipsed
the weight of Hiroshima,
a newborn is heavier
than Auschwitz.
A Buddhist proverb
weighs more than the Himalayas.
A hummingbird
weighs more
than Polyphemus.
The Copernican system of the planets
is a measure of our thought.
Pieces of sunken light
marble the sea floor,
and Skiroi’s buckthorn leaves*
are silver spring-scales
for measuring fireflies
and drops of dew.
These two flowers, like the eyepieces of binoculars,
reveal
what lies beyond
space
and time.
All around me,
the blue metaphysics of stone.
My memory is a wound—
it hurts
if you touch it.
The stillness of a book
is like a temple.
And the fairy Gishto weighs**
significantly more
than Spielberg’s
dinosaurs—more,
even, than Behemoth.

The stomach is weighed against cannibalism,
cannibalism is weighed against people,
people are weighed against kings,
kings are weighed against thinkers,
thinkers are weighed against slaves,
slaves are weighed against freedom,
freedom is weighed against mortality,
mortality is weighed against the law,
the law is weighed against entropy,
entropy is weighed against chance,
chance is weighed against death,
and death is weighed against the mundane . . .
the mundane is weighed against forgetfulness,
forgetfulness is weighed against sleep,
sleep is weighed against myth,
myth is weighed against instinct,
instinct is weighed against fantasy,
fantasy is weighed against heroism,
heroism is weighed against paradox,
paradox is weighed against words,
words are weighed against the prophets,
the prophets are weighed against manure,
manure is weighed against vanity,
vanity is weighed against the apocalypse,
the apocalypse is weighed against the dying sea,
the dying sea is weighed against the void,
the void is weighed against money,
money is weighed against shit,
shit is weighed against TV,
TV is weighed against schizophrenia,
schizophrenia is weighed against coffins,
coffins are weighed against the cross,
the cross is weighed against Pontius Pilate,
Pontius Pilate is weighed against Dante,
Dante is weighed against Napoleon,
Napoleon is weighed against Waterloo,
Waterloo is weighed against the Holocaust,
the Holocaust is weighed against wolves,
wolves are weighed against lambs,
lambs are weighed against utopias,
utopias are weighed against dictators,
dictators are weighed against God,
God is weighed against Satan,
Satan is weighed against . . . weighs. . .

Now even the air grows old,
the air bearded by a lightning bolt,
the air rippling the plains—
a wretched, unreliable prophet.
How can I scrub
the moon
of Macbeth’s blood?
The moon weighs our flesh,
cut by the butcher of heaven.
We live in a present that’s ancient—
today’s past is yesterday’s future.
The past’s present
is the present’s past,
the present’s future
is the future’s past . . .
Please, tell me:
who measures our time here—
the time that we savor
and the time that we’re dead?
So many yellow flowers—
yellow from the sulfur all around me.
Each word I utter is a cell
without a prisoner.
The planet falls
from the hook of a rainbow.
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