utorak, 31. srpnja 2012.

Malo tuđe (štoviše, strane) poezije

Ljeto je, vruće je i apsolutno nemam snage misliti, a kamoli pisati. Ali nabasao sam na nešto dobro, stoga ću podijeliti s vama.

Keaton Henson:
Grow Up With Me 

Lets run in fields and fear the dark together
fall off swings and burn special things
and both play outside in bad weather
Lets eat badly
lets watch adults drink wine and laugh at their idiocy
lets sit in the back of the car,
making eye contact with strangers driving past
making them uncomfortable
not caring, not swearing, don’t fuck
Lets both reclaim our superpowers
the ones we all have and lose with our milk teeth
the ability not to fear social awkwardness
to panic when locked in the cellar
still sure theres something down there
and while picking from pillows each feather
lets both stay away from the edge of the bed
forcing us closer together
Lets sit in public, with ice cream all over both our faces
sticking our tongues out at passers by
lets cry
lets swim
lets everything
Lets not find it funny lest someone falls over
classical music is boring
poetry baffles us both
as nothing that’s said is what’s meant
plays are long, tiresome, sullen and filled…
with hours that could be spent rolling down hills
and grazing our knees on cement
Lets hear stories and both lose our innocence
learn about parents and forgiveness
death and morality
kindness and art
thus losing both of our innocent hearts
but at least we won’t do it apart
Grow up with me.

Broj komentara: 7:

  1. Meni legla. Fina priča o resetiranju.

  2. Tko je dovoljno hrabar za resetiranje?

  3. Ja sam se resetirao prije dvije godine. :)

    1. Volio bih pročitati priču o tom resetiranju.

    2. Morao bih obići štogod grobalja da nabavim prezimena. ;)

    3. Krivac ima iskustva u skupljanju prezimena po grobljima. Možda ti on može pomoći. :-)))