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From The Book Family and Other Terrible Songs: Nedžad Ibrahimović
From The Book Family and Other Terrible Songs: Nedžad Ibrahimović
IN ORAŠJE IN ŠIROKO
The hot afternoon pours its rays.
WITNESS
News shots from Pakistan: demolished
houses in Model Colony. From 98
Airbus A-320 passengers more than 80
have died. The others are gone. Still
gone...
- is signed as Allah.
(22-05-2020)
MARGIN
The scents of linden reach the room and
flower wreaths will soon
fall to the ground.
In the hospital by the river, mother
tells of her roommate in the third
person. This shrewd patient
smiles gently and peeks from
the margins.
LOVE, A DEFINITION
A good death is one where your earthly
remains are being dealt with by some unknown people…
(JM Coetzee)
But there are also those selfish ones, who within their heart
do not mix anyone else. Death especially appreciates that.
It likes to surprise everyone else.
AN ACCIDENTAL ENCOUNTER
I met my ex-wife at the station restaurant.
Just came from a trip, she says, while
she wipes the black jam from her lips with a napkin. Bićanić
wrote beautifully about her acting. The show won
numerous rewards and, then - so, how's life, and such?
Between plays and television, the child is led, she says,
from school to home, from home to school. Weaned
from me, she looks back as if towards someone invisible
to whom she makes an unspecified complaint. A void thrives around us.
My Bela is pregnant, says Petar, while sipping and stomping his feet
in place. That's about a hundred marks per puppy. We quarreled
and I, very much like a father, smacked him - and that was
that - six years ago. Seven!
The stray dog now pisses down a church wall and the vine twists towards the grain
pea. An acquaintance, a hydrological engineer, told me that because
whirling coastal waters this part of the town hovers over the void.
It will be warmer tomorrow, I say, I look into the void and leave.
***
All you needed for that was emptiness. And now you're waiting.
***
But, if he also had an other profile, he would have a new name, the two of us
could then, like two naked snails, extend our horns one
to the other and start our history from scratch. Only mutual
lie could save us.
Someone said ask and you shall receive! Seek and ye shall find !, laughs Petar.
By the church the waitress in the mini skirt carries two shots with brandy.
BABYLON, 1
By delving into the boundaries of language
the reason gets bumps.
(L. Wittgenstein)
I wish I was a dog that doesn’t get off the leash and
that in this chaos I only rest my tongue.
BABYLON, 2
“Welcome children! Eat,
and after that you can come in and I will give you cake! ”
The Brothers Grimm
The years of captivity are getting harder and faster, and when
I get tired and give up, I don't get off the leash anymore.
Through the spring forest then the two of us pass as
through a city where I no longer read inscriptions on the shops,
the glittering commercials and illiterate advertisements, communal
notices, texts on stores, names and titles on
lawyers' offices and notaries' entrance doors, billboards,
discounts, names of bakeries and meat boutiques, nor obituaries
do I read anymore. None but mine own.
The old ones, before I fell into Her house.