Radosław Jurczak
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after Dylan Thomas
And death shall have no dominion over us,
the naked and the dead and the living alike
with stars adorning our feet and elbows
and memes adorning our feet and elbows, and also
Pusheen cats there on feet and elbows, as well as
lights, the blue light of tablets, monitors,
smartphones, the golden light of screens with blue
filters, our eyes widening to the light of YouTube watched in bed
at night, the steady flicker of light from computer games
on buses home from work, and death shall have
no dominion over us,
and all the Japanese fourteen year olds on Tumblr and all
the forty seven year old Latvian train mechanics watching them
will be wearing stars at their feet and elbows,
and the four million anons from 4chan dreaming of O seasons, O castles,
and completely alien rainbows and ever more powerful graphic cards
will wear stars at their feet and elbows, and death shall have no dominion over
us
the light will fill everything, it will flood, it will clog up all 1024 Pornhub server
rooms, all 2048 YouTube server rooms, turn every execution video into a
random ultra-HD cat video, every Jordan Peterson video
into an eleven-hour cover of Frank Sinatra on hollowed-out sweet potatoes
it will fill and flood with light
and death shall have no dominion over us,
and all the round-the-clock transmissions of mango-breadcrumbing marathons
will be utterly transformed,
all the middle managers and managers-in-chief with Skype printed under their
eyelids, all dead and hairless as memes, will be covered with light, and filled
with light, their hands and feet glowing with light, there will be no blue filters
any more, and death shall have no dominion over us,
and death shall have no dominion over us,
and death shall have no dominion over us,
Publisher: First published on poetryinternational.com, , 2023
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naar Dylan Thomas
En de dood zal niet over ons heersen,
de doden en de naakten als de levenden
zullen aan voeten en ellebogen sterren dragen,
zullen aan voeten en ellebogen memes dragen, aan voeten
en ellebogen Pusheenkatjes, dragen
zullen ze het licht, het blauwe licht van tablets, van
monitoren, smartphones, het gele licht van schermen met een filter
van blauw, het oogverblindende licht van YouTube ’s nachts in bed bekeken, het regelmatige
geritmeerde licht van behendigheidsspelen in de bus naar het werk, en de dood
zal niet over ons heersen,
en alle Japanse veertienjarigen op Tumblr en alle
zevenenveertigjarige Letse spoorwegmecaniciens die hen bekijken zullen aan voeten en ellebogen
sterren dragen,
en een miljoen anoniempjes op 4chan die dromen van seizoenen, forten, geheel andere regenbogen
en krachtigere grafische kaarten zullen aan voeten en ellebogen
sterren dragen, en de dood zal niet over ons heersen,
het licht zal vullen, overlopen, alle 1024 serverruimtes van Pornhub volstoppen, alle
2048 serverruimtes van YouTube, elke executievideo zal het veranderen
in een willekeurige kattenfilmpje in ultraHD, elke opname van Jordan Peterson
in een elf uur lange Frank Sinatracover op uitgeholde zoete aardappelen,
het licht zal vullen, overlopen,
en de dood zal niet over ons heersen,
en alle 24-uursuitzendingen van marathonsessies mango paneren zullen
veranderd worden,
alle managers uit het midden- en topkader met Skype onder
de oogleden, dood en naakt als memes, en licht zal hen omhullen, en licht zal hen vervullen,
en licht zal hen vervullen, aan voeten en handen zullen zij het licht dragen, en filters van
blauw zullen er niet meer zijn, en de dood zal niet over ons heersen,
en de dood zal niet over ons heersen,
en de dood zal niet over ons heersen,
Publisher: 2023, First Published on poetryinternational.com,
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z Dylana Thomasa
I śmierć nie będzie rządzić nami,
martwi i nadzy jako żywi
u stóp i łokci nosić będą gwiazdy,
u stóp i łokci nosić będą memy, u stóp
i łokci nosić będą kotki pusheenki, nosić
będą światło, błękitne światło z tabletów, z
monitorów, smartfonów, żółte światło z ekranów z filtrem
błękitu, zarastające oczy światło YouTube’a oglądanego nocą w łóżku, miarowe
taktowane światło gier zręcznościowych w autobusach z pracy, i śmierć
nie będzie rządzić nami,
i wszystkie japońskie czternastolatki z Tumblra i wszyscy
oglądający je czterdziestosiedmioletni łotewscy mechanicy kolejowi u stóp i łokci
nosić będą gwiazdy,
i milion anonków z 4chana marzących o sezonach, kasztelach, zupełnie innych tęczach
i mocniejszych kartach graficznych u stóp i łokci
nosić będzie gwiazdy, i śmierć nie będzie rządzić nami,
zapełni światło, zaleje, zapcha wszystkie 1024 serwerownie Pornhuba, wszystkie
2048 serwerowni YouTube’a, każde nagranie z egzekucji zamieni
w losowy filmik z kotkiem w ultraHD, każde nagranie Jordana Petersona
w jedenastogodzinny cover Franka Sinatry na wydrążonych słodkich ziemniakach,
zapełni, zaleje światło
i śmierć nie będzie rządzić nami,
i przemienione będą wszystkie całodobowe transmisje z maratonów
panierowania mango,
wszyscy menedżerowie średniego i wyższego szczebla ze Skype’em wdrukowanym pod
powieki, martwi i nadzy jako memy, i osłoni ich światło, i napełni ich światło, i napełni
ich światło, u stóp i dłoni nosić będą światło, i filtrów
błękitu już nie będzie, i śmierć nie będzie rządzić nami,
i śmierć nie będzie rządzić nami,
i śmierć nie będzie rządzić nami,
From: Zakłady holenderskie (Dutch books)
Publisher: Biuro Literackie,
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after Dylan Thomas
And death shall have no dominion over us,
the naked and the dead and the living alike
with stars adorning our feet and elbows
and memes adorning our feet and elbows, and also
Pusheen cats there on feet and elbows, as well as
lights, the blue light of tablets, monitors,
smartphones, the golden light of screens with blue
filters, our eyes widening to the light of YouTube watched in bed
at night, the steady flicker of light from computer games
on buses home from work, and death shall have
no dominion over us,
and all the Japanese fourteen year olds on Tumblr and all
the forty seven year old Latvian train mechanics watching them
will be wearing stars at their feet and elbows,
and the four million anons from 4chan dreaming of O seasons, O castles,
and completely alien rainbows and ever more powerful graphic cards
will wear stars at their feet and elbows, and death shall have no dominion over
us
the light will fill everything, it will flood, it will clog up all 1024 Pornhub server
rooms, all 2048 YouTube server rooms, turn every execution video into a
random ultra-HD cat video, every Jordan Peterson video
into an eleven-hour cover of Frank Sinatra on hollowed-out sweet potatoes
it will fill and flood with light
and death shall have no dominion over us,
and all the round-the-clock transmissions of mango-breadcrumbing marathons
will be utterly transformed,
all the middle managers and managers-in-chief with Skype printed under their
eyelids, all dead and hairless as memes, will be covered with light, and filled
with light, their hands and feet glowing with light, there will be no blue filters
any more, and death shall have no dominion over us,
and death shall have no dominion over us,
and death shall have no dominion over us,
From: Zakłady holenderskie (Dutch books)
Publisher: 2023, First published on poetryinternational.com,
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after Dylan Thomas
And death shall have no dominion over us,
the naked and the dead and the living alike
with stars adorning our feet and elbows
and memes adorning our feet and elbows, and also
Pusheen cats there on feet and elbows, as well as
lights, the blue light of tablets, monitors,
smartphones, the golden light of screens with blue
filters, our eyes widening to the light of YouTube watched in bed
at night, the steady flicker of light from computer games
on buses home from work, and death shall have
no dominion over us,
and all the Japanese fourteen year olds on Tumblr and all
the forty seven year old Latvian train mechanics watching them
will be wearing stars at their feet and elbows,
and the four million anons from 4chan dreaming of O seasons, O castles,
and completely alien rainbows and ever more powerful graphic cards
will wear stars at their feet and elbows, and death shall have no dominion over
us
the light will fill everything, it will flood, it will clog up all 1024 Pornhub server
rooms, all 2048 YouTube server rooms, turn every execution video into a
random ultra-HD cat video, every Jordan Peterson video
into an eleven-hour cover of Frank Sinatra on hollowed-out sweet potatoes
it will fill and flood with light
and death shall have no dominion over us,
and all the round-the-clock transmissions of mango-breadcrumbing marathons
will be utterly transformed,
all the middle managers and managers-in-chief with Skype printed under their
eyelids, all dead and hairless as memes, will be covered with light, and filled
with light, their hands and feet glowing with light, there will be no blue filters
any more, and death shall have no dominion over us,
and death shall have no dominion over us,
and death shall have no dominion over us,
Publisher: 2023, First published on poetryinternational.com,
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