Outside the Masurian cottage never-ending carnival The errant couples dancing there a tango in the barn Burnt ladders of archangels so deep in mortal soul Planets turned into a dust – the Munich Sun had shone While the autumn leaves are burning with their emblems on gallows Solidified human shadows decorate the walls Well, if one atom can destroy so much So how much can destroy the man?
“Let's kill me on Golden Staircase” – says a daughter of the Rhine To monster who devoured her child as soon as it was born Miss Death today's so charming dressed in Mary Pickford's hats She's playing the violin and covering her face The Cyrenaics are learning how to fall down on knees Or else are trading, copulating and insulting blessings So many people know so much Nobody thinks enough
“No signs in case of solitude” to the former Healer screamed Sixteen years old Karl Rossmann – the man who disappeared Jim Casy the preacher beneath the gates to love He dreams of Lady Jennings in duet with Missis Boyd Five hundred white horses are trampling the wedding band While the immortal Kemos took Ekecheiria in remand Well, what is matter most today: Freedom or security?
“Excuse me Mr. Tristan” – Till Eulenspiegel said “Can I take your sweet Iseult if you can't make me dead?” Meanwhile at abandoned khutor the Lover of Great Bear Paralyzed with wild fear sighing to Joseph K. “Look, Velazquez and Rembrandt are drawing genitals on walls Expecting the excitement and respect of local slums So should we rush into disturbed waves Should we die bit by bit on rocks?”
“It's raining to the Temple” – Rudyard Kipling smiled “You'd better stay away from here – you're not a Widow's child” So the workers' pontiff came on the streets spying naked Melusine Then the ghost of Hiram Abiff proudly entered the scene Striding across the darkness with some attributes in hands In left he keeps the steel square – in right he keeps the ankhs Who experienced astral travels Will not be lost in the visible world
“Lord, give me the rule over people's hearts and minds I will please all nations” – dazed Konrad still cries Just like son of Dogon's Nommo or else like Prometheus Blaspheming although the vultures are flying to his breast Silence in empty windows, loneliness in the watchtower Their dreams are gone, their souls spent their blood has gone sour But what if the blasphemers What if they all are cherished?
“Oh, Mistress of the Horizon – Oh, Lady of the Birth House Why didn't you take pity on me?” – Vasily Bazarov shouts N' the Candid's crew on sinking ship soon they all will freeze But the just one thing they're worrying: who on which side is In addition, the owl of Minerva spreads its wings at the break of dawn Fleeing from the red-eared hounds sent by an enraged Arawn If hope is favorable wind The boats are like a dreams
Now the Crescent moon is rising and people kind of less Sourdough Madonna's fighting for survival - what a zest The number of answers equals to number moons of Mars And everybody wants to buy the costume Bert Lahr's Even Mikhail Botvinnik at the opening trying to prove That there's not time for white but for black to move If pleasure is a value Better not to be born
Cubist banker standing with a rope beside the larch Still too transparent view it is just an early March "Poverty is a great wealth" - he deceives himself and crowd But amid the naive cheering the psychopath's laughing out loud “In vain all the signs from Heaven – in vain all the bells resound Nobody hears, nobody sees – this place is deaf and blind” Two sides and one purpose But their plan won't work
What am I supposed to write about on the edge of time? When the art turned into a kitsch, when all sanctities fell down When love is just a pornography, when the science is the faith When real Ladies and great Heroes hide in desecrated grave When the critics and the censors are the guards of correctness When promiscuity is a virtue, when freedom emanates darkness When even the speech of hate Is called the speech of truthTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
