The Narcosis of Water (to Mayakovsky and Pasolini) David Menzies
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Prague
"Prague had long had the sinister reputation for being the
Alchemy.
Before sleep we reached the point at which many narratives sound as one
sounding as Night, Doublethink, Mozart, Psychiatry,
Birdsong. Squatting on the ashes of Europe, reunified, boys masturbate where the
madonna, white Expressionless euphoria and nightfall rediscovering uncensored history,
the brothels and Above the city, gold clouds transformed to black, curvaceous and
funereal. Predation. "That can kill." "What the hell did he mean by that?" "I don't know. What is it meant to mean?"
under the shadow of a red alien sun. On a podium in Na Florenci, the
square where major demonstrations against the A 1930s newsreel spits and weeps into the silent crowds watching
Hitler's entrance into Voices ricocheted in courtyards. Reversed Hegelian dialectic. The folk mask hides the folk devil. Beside the Vltava men in threadbare shirts sit fishing, watching the
writerless hours. |
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Kater Murr's
Press, Piraeus Series, 2000. Copyright - David Menzies, 2000 |