A keresés eredménye

Communication Tube

My grin tears my face ear to ear
Because of the two-weeks old beliashes. 1
Jogging in spot in my heart.
Naked women fluttered about,
I was drawing a hole in the wallpaper
With a pencil.
Leprosy's sad, plague drinks,
Accordions in madhouses shriek.
Some loose change for treatment.
They drove me out with a stick from the roadway
Where I laid my head.
The priests laugh: 'Get away!'
Because they've fooled these beggars
In the yellow narrow windows.
A green frowsy corridor,
The tunnel of bunkhouses and bureaus.
Whoever love or despise me,
It's a communication tube.
Losing my religion.
 
A rat's scraping inside the wall, can you hear it?
 
A muggy field, Tyoply Stan2,
A teacher walking between the school desks,
Spitting into copy-books and diaries
While in his soul there's a hangover
And the wind of the orange line3.
A man in a tired old cap with a tired old face
Smells of shit.
A portable electric coffin,
The abyssal howling of wombs
Squeezes throuh the scorched throat.
On a sweaty bed sheet
We'll see Nietzsche on a horse,
And he will hug us lovingly,
A common man like you, a common man like me
In a wifebeater shirt.
So all the junk spilled
And dribbled before our eyes.
Meat leftovers on the floor.
We take the needle
Of effortless holiness,
Of childish insolence,
Of wise tastelessness.
 
A rat's scraping inside the wall, can you hear it?
 

• 1. See
• 2. A neighborhood in Southern Moscow
• 3. Line #6 in Moscow metro going to Tyoply Stan

The mortals' letter

O God, I am but a soldier at the frontier
Since I am too far away from the city, I forgot
That today the Word shall descend,
When the stars shone briliantly,
I thought it was a flare illuminating the front
 
O God, I am but a rural woman
My husband for his nation has departed
Two or three years cannot satisfy his will
Autumn, Spring, and then Summer
Not only until Winter had perished did I receive his news.
 
The bullets tearing the air every night could be heard
Generations after generations of men leave fighting for tomorrow
Tonight Thou shalt descend to the mortals' realm
Please bring joy
To the lips which have dried from lack of smile.
 
O God, I am still but a student
Since my father is a soldier, I beseech thee
For peace and joy for the frontier men
The kids shall study at peace
So my gentle mother will cease her anxiety.
 

Youtuber

I sit in front of the screen every day,
watching wonderful videos,
trying to write a fanfiction,
longing for a meeting with a youtuber!
Hey!
 
It's a job, not a game,
he performs like Leonardo,
and so the light of my room
is a screen with somebody vlogging.
 
Why should I care about migration?
The virtual world is awesome!
His videos are simply flawless,
but my father still doubts it.
 
It's because he's a youtuber,
he's a youtuber
It's because he's a youtuber,
you, you, youtuber!
 
Conveying unnecessary information,
he's the idol of today's young generation,
my daughter went mad because of him,
but I got bored by his work right away.
 
I don't get what my child likes about all that,
if I were making such videos,
I'd be ashamed for life.
 
More than one of my brain cells died
when I was watching his ask video.
What will become of my child
when she keeps watching
that ’you-tuh-be‘.
 
When I was young, people had a different sense of humor.
Dad, you're totally ---. Better listen to me now.
I'm gonna explain it to you.
 
It's because he's a youtuber,
he's a youtuber
It's because he's a youtuber,
you, you, youtuber!
 
He conveys important information,
he's the idol of my generation.
I went totally mad because of him,
I no longer have a reason to be sad.
 
I don't know what you hate so much about it.
What did you and mom do when you were young?
See, you watch television,
probably because of middle-age crisis,
everybody can choose for themselves,
whether they want quality stuff or immense nonsense.
 
What are you trying to tell me?!
Nothing at all.
Good for you.
 
I sit in front of the camera every day,
staring at a blank paper,
trying to make a video,
longing for millions of views!
 
Darn it, where's my inspiration?
My life is filled with worry
that I wouldn't make the deadline for my video,
and now I'm just waiting for an idea.
 
In worst case scenario I'll try to take inspiration,
but I won't copy others' work…
Ewww. No way.
 
It's because I'm a youtuber,
I'm a youtuber.
It's because I'm a youtuber,
I'm a you, you, youtuber!
 
I convey random information,
they say I'm the idol of the young generation,
I'm often a victim of generalization
and omnipresent mystification.
 
It's because I'm a youtuber.
It's because I'm a youtuber.
 
My viewers say I sing better than Karel Gott,
all my fangirls write me that I'm super hot.
They send me greetings every day,
fame gets in some people's heads.
 
So, now that we know those five seconds, I'll ask you:
How much many do you tubers make?
 
Yeah! We're literally rolling in dough,
we buy Lamborghinis every day,
our life is flawless.
I bought a villa in L.A. just yesterday!
 
That's exactly what I thought,
even my friend Eliška knew it!
As a father, I feel upset!
Except that this all is an illusion.
 
Why does everyone only care about money?
 
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