Her står ismanden og klovnen
her står den mand
der skvattede i en bananskræl
her bor en formel
her bor en skalpel
her står en jøde
med store smukke øjne
her bor en lille skakspiller
her bor et geni
som ikke kunne andet and vrøvlesladre
henover mørkets modernistiske slagter
her bor spasmagere
her bor klovnen
det har jeg sagt
her bor Tommy
som leger med pigerne
her bor autisten med de hvide mareridt
her bor slangetæmmeren
efter han mistede jobbet som slangetæmmer
her bor skoen og Nobi
her bor danserinden på ni år
med de brutale læber.
De bor i lysthuset.
Skal du med?
Åh: det er spisetid.
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Wind Is Song
Wind is song
Of whom and of what?
Of the sword's longing
To be the word.
People cherish the day of death
Like a favorite daisy.
Believe that the strings of the great
Are strummed by the East these days.
Perhaps we'll be given new pride
By the wizard of those shining mountains,
And I, of many souls captain,
Will wear a white snowcap of reason.
Velimir Khlebnikov
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