{"id":5921,"date":"2024-12-18T13:13:43","date_gmt":"2024-12-18T13:13:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/aniradar.com\/?page_id=5921"},"modified":"2024-12-19T15:56:13","modified_gmt":"2024-12-19T15:56:13","slug":"poetry-selected-poems","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/aniradar.com\/index.php\/poetry-selected-poems\/","title":{"rendered":"Poetry-POEMS"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t
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SELECTED POEMS<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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SLOVENIAN<\/p>

[Iz: Skalpel za sanjsko membrano]<\/p>

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ASPIRACIJA, INSPIRACIJA,<\/em><\/p>

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\u010ce smo tu in je vse tako,<\/p>

kot pravi veter v kro\u0161njah,<\/p>

potem je dihanje elementarno.<\/p>

In \u010de smo tu, je v njem totalnost<\/p>

vseh prvin razvejanega bivanja,<\/p>

v katerem \u0161elesti beseda ognja.<\/p>

Arbor mundi<\/em>, ki poganja v te\u017enji,<\/p>

da bi v nas zadihal, nas navdahnil<\/p>

spiritus \u017eivljenja. Ker \u010de je plamen,<\/p>

se njegova elementarnost ljubi z<\/p>

zemljo, ki v svoji gostosti prevaja<\/p>

zvok pulzirajo\u010dih \u017eil: \u010de je plamen,<\/p>

kri ne dreveni in ku\u0161\u010dar giblje. V<\/p>

procesu lastne navzo\u010dnosti voljno<\/p>

ste\u010de k reki \u2013 tej prvinski zvezi<\/p>

magnetizma in vode, ki nam z rok<\/p>

izmije gnev in preostanke te\u017ekega<\/p>

smodnika. So skrivnosti, a \u010de je<\/p>

voda, so prav solze, p\u00f4t in slina<\/p>

temelj pro\u017enega telesa, ki se<\/p>

spozna v \u010duteno prisotnost: tok,<\/p>

s katerim vzvalovi kovina v skali<\/p>

in se stalimo v radiacijo drevesa,<\/p>

ki prera\u0161\u010da svoje lubje.<\/p>

\u010ce je vse to tu, je svet \u2013 na svoji<\/p>

kro\u017eni poti v atom vodika.<\/p>

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NAGNJENOST SNOVI<\/em><\/p>

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Pet vasi.<\/p>

Dva kolovrata.<\/p>

Igramo na trika\u010dast meh.<\/p>

Danes je dan, ko proslavljamo tako,<\/p>

da pustimo na miru.<\/p>

Obred terja in trajanje se v<\/p>

mrmrajo\u010dem rastlinju odpira<\/p>

pono\u010di.<\/p>

Ko \u017eival pusti svoje stegno v<\/p>

pu\u0161\u010davi, ga prisotnost izdolbe<\/p>

v in\u0161trument. In ne vemo, kje<\/p>

bo v \u010dlove\u0161kih rokah spet poklical<\/p>

svojega duha nazaj v \u017eivljenje \u2013<\/p>

naj pove, kako zveni nek \u010das<\/p>

stvari na Zemlji.<\/p>

Kar \u0161ele pride, je bilo najprej v gozdu.<\/p>

Kar bo enkrat gozd, to ve \u017ee zdaj.<\/p>

Rodi se, kot bi \u017ee od nekdaj znalo biti-to<\/em>.<\/p>

In ko enkrat v razah o\u010daranja<\/p>

pri sedemnajstih zaigra Bacha, se v eni izmed<\/p>

petih vasi, povezanih z dvema<\/p>

kolesoma na ognjeno\u010dasovni pogon,<\/p>

vsem razpletejo vrata.<\/p>

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PO\u010cASI IN Z ZAUPANJEM<\/em><\/p>

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Preselila sem se globoko v gozd,<\/p>

da bi ostal \u017eiv in bi vsaj tako lahko<\/p>

ostajal ob meni. Tu imam svoje ptice,<\/p>

ki mi povejo vse, kar moram vedeti \u2013<\/p>

zate imajo \u010disto poseben \u017evi\u017eg:<\/p>

zaznam ga lahko le s trebuhom,<\/p>

razbiram le s srcem. Sedejo nekoliko<\/p>

vstran, na to\u010dno dolo\u010dene kamne,<\/p>

veje in korenine, da bi vse lahko<\/p>

prosto dihalo, in se transformirajo<\/p>

v zvok. In kakor ta njihova prevodna<\/p>

zvo\u010dnost sporo\u010da, obenem tudi \u010disti \u2013<\/p>

pojavnost in substanco: kako si si<\/p>

postavil, se obrnil, zdrsnil v ponovne<\/p>

kroge, se prelevil, odsko\u010dil, vsaki\u010d ko te<\/p>

dose\u017ee posamezen val skritega stanja.<\/p>

\u017divim umaknjena tja, od koder vse<\/p>

izvira, zato od tu vem \u0161e pred tabo,<\/p>

da se k tebi nekaj steka: kdaj te bo<\/p>

zajela \u017ealost, kdaj norost, praznina,<\/p>

kdaj spet mir. Vselej ko se prebudi tvoj<\/p>

tolmun, ti v tok stresem mano kakega<\/p>

posebnega cveta v podporo. A dokler<\/p>

mi ne napravi\u0161 dostopne tudi svoje<\/p>

banalnosti, se nih\u010de ne bo premaknil<\/p>

kam resni\u010dno dlje.<\/p>

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Z ODPRTIM O\u010cESOM IZKU\u0160NJE<\/em><\/p>

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\u017divi\u0161 v predmestju vsakr\u0161ne<\/p>

samote. Skale so tu veliko<\/p>

ostrej\u0161e, kot \u010de bi zgolj od<\/p>

dale\u010d opazoval, kako se<\/p>

vzpetina tvoje \u017eivljenjske<\/p>

pokrajine dviguje iz morja<\/p>

kakor mehek meglen hrbet.<\/p>

Marsikoga je \u017ee vleklo sem,<\/p>

a s \u010deri se ljudje hitro vra\u010dajo<\/p>

v svoja zavetja. Ulice v tej<\/p>

soseski nastajajo le, kakor se<\/p>

uho nau\u010di zapreti lopute<\/p>

pred divjim hrumenjem: to<\/p>

so edine stene, ki lo\u010dujejo,<\/p>

kdaj je \u0161um zunaj in kdaj<\/p>

notri. Kje se nahaja\u0161 tu ni<\/p>

stvar kraja, temve\u010d prisotnosti.<\/p>

In treba je hoditi \u0161e vztrajneje<\/p>

od trdo\u017eivih li\u0161ajev, ki jih<\/p>

slani veter vsak dan trga s<\/p>

skal. \u010ce kdaj zavesla\u0161 v kako<\/p>

\u0161piljo, se vselej znajde\u0161 globoko<\/p>

v svojem utripajo\u010dem trebuhu,<\/p>

kjer morje v \u010disti temi hrope<\/p>

z \u017eivalsko prezenco. \u2013 Ni\u010d<\/p>

druga\u010dno, le bolj o\u010ditno je<\/p>

v tej pogojenosti dejstvo,<\/p>

da tudi najbolj nedoumljivo<\/p>

neskon\u010dnost prenesemo<\/p>

la\u017eje kakor dokon\u010dnost.<\/p>

Vsak, \u0161e tako tanek sloj<\/p>

slutnje, skozi katero se tik<\/p>

pred zoro srce li\u017ee nazaj v<\/p>

implicitno gotovost, se med<\/p>

dnevom porazgubi nazaj<\/p>

v pr\u0161cu, in \u010deprav se<\/p>

vsa bitja, ki s tabo prebivajo<\/p>

na tej periferiji sveta, vselej<\/p>

razveselijo stopinj pri\u0161lekov,<\/p>

razo\u010darano poniknejo vase,<\/p>

\u010de jih osvajalci ne cenijo<\/p>

enakovredno sebi. \u2013<\/p>

Obstoj je tukaj tako dragocen,<\/p>

da nih\u010de ne razsipava z voljo<\/p>

in nih\u010de ne drega v drugega,<\/p>

kajti vse je \u017ee dovolj podvr\u017eeno<\/p>

preizkusu golega neba. Z vsako<\/p>

besedo in vsako gesto preve\u010d<\/p>

bi lahko odrevenela tenko\u010dutna<\/p>

sli\u0161nost bivanja: in samo te<\/em><\/p>

je tu najti v obilju.<\/p>

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Vrata iz sveta v hi\u0161o:<\/p>

stopi\u0161 skoznja na plano, v<\/p>

golo brez\u010dasje. Vseeno je,<\/p>

v katerem odmevu pristane<\/p>

stopalo. Hodnik danes<\/p>

zopet obrnjen proti zahodu<\/p>

in ti dr\u017ei\u0161 roko iz vetra, kot<\/p>

bi nekaj moralo prispeti<\/p>

vsak \u010das, in \u010de srce ne bo<\/p>

stalo natanko na dolo\u010denem<\/p>

mestu, se bo vse zavrtelo v<\/p>

novih sto let gostega zraka.<\/p>

Zunaj se je listje staralo<\/p>

namesto nje, \u017ealost in<\/p>

strast vselej odvisni le od<\/p>

razpr\u0161enosti svetlobe. Vsake<\/p>

toliko je dvori\u0161\u010de obkolil<\/p>

otro\u0161ki jok, a sipine finega<\/p>

peska so zadu\u0161ile zven, \u0161e<\/p>

preden se je prah dotaknil \u0161ip. \u2013<\/p>

Nih\u010de ni hodil tja, ne takrat<\/p>

ne kdaj drugi\u010d. Pustili so jo,<\/p>

da se je njeno telo razpustilo<\/p>

med delce stoletja, kakor je<\/p>

nekega dne padla \u010dez prag in<\/p>

tam oble\u017eala vse do no\u010di, ko<\/p>

jo je prebudil roj \u0161eleste\u010dih<\/p>

kresnic, ki so vrele iz sten.<\/p>

Vsaka soba je nepovezano<\/p>

bivala \u010disto zase, nobena ni<\/p>

imela ne upanja ne \u017eelje po<\/p>

upu: v tem je bil njihov spokoj.<\/p>

Bila je hi\u0161a, ki ni imela<\/p>

sanj \u2013 sanjali smo jo.<\/p>

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Past gre za njimi. Izre\u010de. Zgo\u0161\u010dena.<\/p>

Tesnost v telesnosti nosi pod srcem novo.<\/p>

Tako se giblje pot, ji je kamen dopustil, vali<\/p>

po njej. Pristane pu\u0161\u010dava na skrivnem sre\u010danju z<\/p>

gozdno senco. Je cedra vi\u0161ina. Je mesec nastanek.<\/p>

Vidi jo iz zaledenele \u017eelje pod lubjem \u0161e eno<\/p>

palubje. Spu\u0161\u010dena no\u010d. Po\u010dasna. Si su\u0161i<\/p>

premo\u010deno du\u0161o na skali. Je oson\u010den \u010das<\/p>

zaseden s tujkom. Letalo, zagozdeno v razpoko<\/p>

na prelomu stoletja. I\u0161\u010de \u010dut skozi akumulus<\/p>

mundi. Iznenada okretnost nasko\u010di<\/p>

pumo. Povorka upa na razgrnitev znamenj.<\/p>

Kdo se prvi dotakne zadnjega.<\/p>

Lapsus sestopi po brezpotju.<\/p>

O\u017eiveli nedolo\u010dnik.<\/p>

Oko za pre\u017eivetje, zob za pre\u017eivetje.<\/p>

Sproti \u0161e vdihni. Si re\u010de.<\/p>

Ovce se prerivajo s travo.<\/p>

Vse gre za njimi.<\/p>

Ne dospe veliko tega.<\/p>

Vseeno gre za njimi.<\/p>

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Vztrajalo je v neimenljivem.<\/p>

Vrt, poln klicev, ki so nekaj sumili,<\/p>

a niti slutili, da se je nekdo \u017ee sam<\/p>

odstranil. Ker je \u017eivela kot luknja, ki<\/p>

vase zbira razra\u0161\u010deno ureznino.<\/p>

Travnik, poln pripomb in prepovedi.<\/p>

Samo rastline so vedele zanju. Samo<\/p>

izni\u010denje je zares poznalo njo. Poti,<\/p>

polne markacij o zavzetem ozemlju.<\/p>

Hi\u0161e in cele vasi zavite v kopreno<\/p>

nedotakljivega. Rastla je z rezervoarjem,<\/p>

ki je z enim ljubljenjem hranil njeno pu\u0161\u010davsko<\/p>

telo v\u010dasih tudi po ves mesec. Tako se je<\/p>

nau\u010dila \u017ee v otro\u0161tvu. Na drugi strani so<\/p>

medtem \u017ee zdavnaj terjali \u0161e ve\u010d, kot so<\/p>

\u017ee itak imeli. Gora je \u017ee tako visela, da je<\/p>

bilo le \u0161e vpra\u0161anje \u010dasa, kdaj se bo<\/p>

prekucnila. Pa se je slednji\u010d prekucnila<\/p>

gladina morja. \u2013<\/p>

Kako nenavadne na\u010dine izumi \u010dlovek,<\/p>

da bi zanj vsaj na videz odigrali vlogo<\/p>

ravnote\u017eja.<\/p>

Iz spermija volka se rodi \u0161ipek,<\/p>

iz \u0161ipkovega peloda nastane nevihta,<\/p>

v nevihti jo je napolnil s suhim ognjem,<\/p>

iz pepela je pobrala \u0161e povsem surov<\/p>

\u010devap\u010di\u010d in stopljen kos zlata,<\/p>

si z njim ovila prst, da se je nekaj<\/p>

spremenilo v preteklosti, in ko je<\/p>

prst nevtralizirala tudi njegovo,<\/p>

se je iz od\u010daranja izvil potok<\/p>

neozna\u010denih popkovin,<\/p>

neuvr\u0161\u010denih \u017eivljenj.<\/p>

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\u0160e morski pes si kdaj zlomi zob<\/p>

na steklenem morju. Ker je vse \u017ee<\/p>

tako oja\u010dano. In ker vse storimo,<\/p>

\u0161e preden je zadnji gumb na srajci<\/p>

sploh odpet. Buljimo v lasten odsev<\/p>

in ne posumimo niti, ko nas slika<\/p>

opona\u0161a. Nosilci razuma smo:<\/p>

zlati prina\u0161alci napredka. Pono\u010di<\/p>

se pokrijemo z razbitinami<\/p>

podmornic in si z raketnimi<\/p>

izstrelki razsvetlimo sobo, da<\/p>

bi prebrali zadnje poglavje.<\/p>

A \u010de nam \u017ee uspe najti stran, kjer<\/p>

smo nazadnje ostali, ta \u017ee trdno zaspi,<\/p>

medtem ko mirimo prepir, ki se je<\/p>

vnel v akvariju.<\/p>

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V \u010dasu bolj suhem kot<\/p>

pre\u017egana pe\u010denka, izbris<\/p>

poteka rutinsko. Neko\u010d<\/p>

so jih dali vsaj na vlak, ampak<\/p>

predstavljajte si, koliko<\/p>

organizacije, koliko komunikacije<\/p>

z vpletenimi dele\u017eniki to terja!<\/p>

Danes vse poteka mol\u010de, veliko<\/p>

skrivnostneje, brez koles, brez<\/p>

oblakov pare, ki se dviga za ljudmi<\/p>

v nebo. Tehnologija je mo\u010dno<\/p>

napredovala in zakaj bi po<\/p>

nepotrebnem vpletali ministra<\/p>

za promet. Nobenega \u017evi\u017ega ob<\/p>

odhodu, nih\u010de ne sli\u0161i strelov ob<\/p>

slovesu. Ne bojte se, postopek je<\/p>

povsem rutinski. Sploh ne boste opazili,<\/p>

kdaj bomo pulili. S tega<\/p>

oddelka odidete takoj.<\/p>

Nih\u010de vas ne bo pogre\u0161al.<\/p>

Nih\u010de ne bo pri\u0161el po vas.<\/p>

Od tu se ne odhaja v trumah,<\/p>

ampak posamezno: osamljenost te spodi,<\/p>

osamljenost te vodi, v osamljenost te<\/p>

privede. Od tu se sploh ne odhaja.<\/p>

Kar izginemo, nekje sredi dnevne sobe.<\/p>

Ker je izgnanstvo prostor, v katerega se<\/p>

rodi\u0161 in ga povsod nosi\u0161 s sabo \u2013<\/p>

ne tu ne tam nima o\u010di, ki bi ga prepoznale.<\/p>

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Vidite, ni\u010d ni bolelo!<\/p>

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Ko letijo pono\u010di, se morajo nesli\u0161no prebiti skoz<\/p>

poligon, da jih ne bi izdale zvezde, ki utripnejo,<\/p>

ko jih zakrije drugo telo.<\/p>

Ko zjutraj po\u010dijejo v mo\u010dvirju, morajo spati z<\/p>

odprtimi o\u010dmi, da bi plenilcem vra\u010dale gled,<\/p>

ki bitje lo\u010di od mesa.<\/p>

Ko zve\u010der preletijo son\u010dni zahod,<\/p>

jih pred bedakom, ki strelja v nebo samo zato,<\/p>

ker ga \u017eivcirajo romanti\u010dni prizori,<\/p>

varuje le samo \u017eivljenje, ki<\/p>

ho\u010de biti<\/em>.<\/p>

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DOSTOPNOST, <\/em><\/p>

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 do lastne prisotnosti<\/em><\/p>

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Najina reka po\u017eira oblake,<\/p>

za njo ostaja izpljunjen prod:<\/p>

ko kdaj osamljen \u010doln drsi<\/p>

med gorami, drhtenje gladine<\/p>

zazveni v zatilju. Ne ti ne jaz<\/p>

ne poznava partiture neba,<\/p>

noben \u010dlovek ne zna natan\u010dno<\/p>

opisati \u017ealosti. Tudi \u010de se kdaj<\/p>

znajdemo v trenutku, ko v<\/p>

po\u010dasnem posnetku opazujemo,<\/p>

kako razpada kovina, poka steklo<\/p>

v mo\u017eganih, ki napaja kosti z<\/p>

zgodovino, se ranjene skale<\/p>

ne zacelijo \u2013 iz njih rastejo<\/p>

nove in nove pokrajine: v \u010dasu<\/p>

svojih \u017eivljenj smo videli le<\/p>

njihov noht.<\/p>

Opreznost ne pripada ne plenilcu<\/p>

ne plenu: ustvarja se v medprostoru,<\/p>

ko zaresonira vedenje, da se bo<\/p>

pravkar spro\u017eila elasti\u010dna napeta<\/p>

nit nekje v vesolju \u2013 in bomo ujeli le,<\/p>

kako odnese s pla\u0161\u010da pretesno zapet<\/p>

gumb. Pojavnost je le trik, da se ne bi<\/p>

naveli\u010dali pogleda v logiko zasnove.<\/p>

A za vsak slu\u010daj: vselej preden se<\/p>

vrneva v hi\u0161o, na vrtu trikrat<\/p>

za\u017evi\u017egava \u2013 da bi veter spet<\/p>

na\u0161el pravhod v najini sanjski telesi.<\/p>

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>

\u00a0<\/p>

\u010cAKANJE ODMEVA,<\/em><\/p>

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 ki se bli\u017ea novi \u010dredi in imenu<\/em><\/p>

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>

Niso se pozdravili \u2013<\/p>

razen z motre\u010dim pogledom \u2013<\/p>

ker bi s tem prekinili potrpe\u017eljivo<\/p>

tihost uma. Predolgo so<\/p>

o\u010di \u017ee grizle v daljavo, v<\/p>

pribli\u017eujo\u010do se karavano, ki se<\/p>

je v enako budni vztrajnosti<\/p>

spu\u0161\u010dala z gore, da so jo lahko<\/p>

najprej le slutili, in se nato<\/p>

odstrla v par temnih pik<\/p>

ter na vsake pol dneva razvila<\/p>

nekaj ve\u010d ostrine.<\/p>

Le njihovo lastno otro\u0161tvo,<\/p>

ko so jih same pustili tam, v<\/p>

vol\u010dji \u010deljusti rite de passaga <\/em>in<\/p>

tuljenja lune v Zemljo, jim je<\/p>

vlivalo zaupljivo gotovost v<\/p>

pokrajino, ki je v rahlih<\/p>

spustih v\u010dasih za dolge ure<\/p>

pogoltnila sliko: kakor da<\/p>

nikoli nikjer ni bilo nikogar.<\/p>

A tudi ko so se tisti tam zdeli<\/p>

\u017ee tako blizu, so tukaj vsi \u0161e<\/p>

sedeli, mirno na svojih ko\u017eah,<\/p>

vedo\u010d, da bo trajalo vsaj do<\/p>

ve\u010dera, preden pomrznjena<\/p>

ravnina pod nogami gostov ne<\/p>

razvije vse svoje razse\u017enosti \u2013<\/p>

in bodo po\u010dasi, a odlo\u010dno<\/p>

vstali, da zakurijo slavnostni<\/p>

ogenj, se ogrnejo v najfinej\u0161e<\/p>

\u0161ale in dvignejo zastavice v<\/p>

topel sprejem: gesto, ki bo<\/p>

zadu\u0161ila uho parajo\u010de sikanje<\/p>

vetra v trenutku, ko tik za<\/p>

nevesto spustijo plahto jurte<\/p>

in jo zagrnejo v mrmranje, kjer<\/p>

bo skledica z jakovim mlekom<\/p>

potovala iz rok stare v roke<\/p>

njene nove krvi.<\/p>

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>

\u00a0<\/p>

VRZEL V DU\u0160I<\/em><\/p>

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 veter rana<\/em><\/p>

\u00a0<\/p>

\u010cut. Nedolo\u010dno.<\/em><\/p>

No\u010d raznese sli\u0161nost preko spe\u010dih teles.<\/p>

Nekaj usodnega se prime prstov.<\/p>

\u00a0<\/p>

Gora. Neprehodno<\/em>.<\/p>

Ve, kaj bi moralo biti. Ne potrdi se, kaj je. \u2013<\/p>

To\u010dno ta hi\u0161a.<\/p>

Prive\u017ee psa, spije na du\u0161ek. Prive\u017ee du\u0161o na psu. \u2013<\/p>

To\u010dno ta ve\u017ea.<\/p>

Jezi se nad \u017ealostjo, da je ne more razveseliti. \u2013<\/p>

To\u010dno ta stopnica.<\/p>

\u00a0<\/p>

Svetloba. Nesnovno.<\/em><\/p>

Prevrne kozico. Prelije mleko<\/p>

v atribut galaksije na no\u010dnem nebu.<\/p>

\u00a0<\/p>

Vlak. Nevzdr\u017eno.<\/em><\/p>

Ne zdi se mu enostavno. Ne spomni se ve\u010d vsega.<\/p>

Pa kdo te je kaj vpra\u0161al.<\/p>

\u00a0<\/p>

Kovina. Neizvedljivo.<\/em><\/p>

Pade z veje. Iz vaje je.<\/p>

Dajo ga v ni\u010d, kolikor se da tja \u0161e kaj stla\u010diti.<\/p>

Izve \u0161ele kasneje.<\/p>

\u00a0<\/p>

Struga. Neukro\u010deno.<\/em><\/p>

Zapre pipo. Prite\u010de iz nosu.<\/p>

Vzgib valov mu ni doumljiv.<\/p>

\u00a0<\/p>

Gravitacija. Nezavedno<\/em>.<\/p>

Vr\u017een nag \u010dez posteljo otresa nase pepel cigare.<\/p>

Detajl zagleda v njem nekaj pomenljivega.<\/p>

\u00a0<\/p>

Mesto. Neudoma\u010deno<\/em>.<\/p>

Ne najde ponovnosti.<\/p>

Popravi si kravato na javnem strani\u0161\u010du.<\/p>

Mrak ni preprost \u010das.<\/p>

\u00a0<\/p>

Veter. Neobljudeno.<\/em><\/p>

Brije ovce. Brijejo iz njega norce.<\/p>

Okoli u\u0161es, do kosti.<\/p>

\u00a0<\/p>

Ve\u017ea. Neizre\u010deno<\/em>.<\/p>

\u017de na vratih razve\u017eejo jezike. Ta\u0161\u010din v kotu<\/p>

edini mol\u010di.<\/p>

\u00a0<\/p>

Beg. Neizbe\u017eno<\/em>.<\/p>

Pobere kopita. Za konjem, ko za\u0161ili u\u0161esa.<\/p>

\u00a0<\/p>

Dvori\u0161\u010de. Neznano<\/em>.<\/p>

Pritisne na petelina. Ustreli kozla.<\/p>

Zgrudi se krava.<\/p>

\u00a0<\/p>

Ogenj. Neomajno<\/em>.<\/p>

Lo\u010duje beljak od rojstva. Son\u010dno kolo<\/p>

pobegne po hribu navzdol.<\/p>

Razpoka v Zemlji od tu do pradavnine.<\/p>

\u00a0<\/p>

Gozd. Nevidno<\/em>.<\/p>

\u010cesar ne vidi, ga opazuje.<\/p>

Kar vidi, je izven njegovega gleda.<\/p>

Sled, ki jo naposled pusti v njem naslednjost.<\/p>

\u00a0<\/p>

Zamah. Nepovratno<\/em>.<\/p>

Napni peruti! Dobro napni!<\/p>

Da se slu\u010dajno res ne<\/p>

sprevr\u017eejo v mo\u017egane.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

\n\t\t\t
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\n\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t

TRANSLATIONS<\/p>

[EN]<\/div>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t
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ASPIRATION, INSPIRATION,<\/em><\/p>

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 respiratory system<\/em><\/p>

\u00a0<\/p>

If we are here and everything runs<\/p>

like the wind in treetops whispers,<\/p>

then breathing is elemental.<\/p>

And if we are here, there is totality in it<\/p>

of all diverse existence\u2019s properties.<\/p>

The word of fire murmurs in it.<\/p>

Arbour mundi<\/em>, sprouting in its aspiration<\/p>

for the vital spirit to inspire our respiration,<\/p>

For, if there is flame,<\/p>

its elementalness makes love to earth,<\/p>

and the earth\u2019s density conducts<\/p>

sonority of pulsing veins: if there is flame,<\/p>

the blood does not grow numb and a lizard moves.<\/p>

In the process of its being-here, it runs willingly<\/p>

towards a river \u2013 the primordial union<\/p>

of magnetism and water. And a river<\/p>

wipes away from our hands the rage, the ire,<\/p>

the heavy gunpowder’s residues.<\/p>

There are mysteries, but if there is<\/p>

water, then tears, sweat and saliva<\/p>

are the foundation of an agile body,<\/p>

sensuously conscious of itself. The flow,<\/p>

which makes a metal wave in rocks<\/p>

and melts us into the radiation of<\/p>

a tree outgrowing its own bark.<\/p>

If all this is here, there is the world \u2013<\/p>

on its circular journey into the hydrogen atom. <\/p>

\u00a0<\/p>

***<\/p>

\u00a0<\/p>

Five villages.<\/p>

Two spinning wheels.<\/p>

We play on the triple-serpent skin.<\/p>

Today is the day when we celebrate<\/p>

by leaving it alone.<\/p>

The ritual takes time and duration in<\/p>

the murmuring vegetation opens<\/p>

at night.<\/p>

When an animal leaves its shin<\/p>

in the desert, the presence hollows it out<\/p>

into an instrument. And we don’t know where<\/p>

in human hands it will call again its spirit<\/p>

back to life \u2013<\/p>

to tell how the time of its existence<\/p>

sounds like on Earth.<\/p>

What is yet to come was first in the forest.<\/p>

What will one day be the forest, knows this already now.<\/p>

It is born as it has always known how to be-that<\/em>.<\/p>

And when suddenly, in a scratch of enchantment<\/p>

she starts playing Bach at the age of seventeen,<\/p>

in one of the five villages connected by two<\/p>

fire-driven wheels,<\/p>

the door is unraveled for everyone.<\/p>

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>

SLOWLY AND WITH TRUST<\/em><\/p>

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 in the informed vibration<\/em><\/p>

\u00a0<\/p>

I moved deep into the forest,<\/p>

for you to live and at least<\/p>

this way stay near me. I have my birds here,<\/p>

who tell me everything I need to know \u2013<\/p>

for you, they have a special whistle:<\/p>

I can only detect it with my stomach,<\/p>

only decipher it with my heart.<\/p>

They sit a little further on the side,<\/p>

onto particular stones, branches and roots,<\/p>

so that everything could breathe freely,<\/p>

and transform themselves into sound.<\/p>

Equally as their conductive sonority<\/p>

communicates, it also cleanses,<\/p>

both appearance and substance: how you<\/p>

set it for yourself, how you turned, slipped into<\/p>

repeating circles, transformed, avoided, started anew,<\/p>

each time one wave of the hidden mode reaches you.<\/p>

I live withdrawn, to the place from where everything<\/p>

emerges, thus, from here, I know long before you<\/p>

something flows in your direction: when<\/p>

will sadness overwhelm you, or when madness,<\/p>

emptiness, when peace again. Whenever your<\/p>

pool awakes, I scatter into the stream<\/p>

some manna of a special flower for your support.<\/p>

Yet, as long as you give me no access to your<\/p>

banality, too, no one will move<\/p>

truly further.<\/p>

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>

WITH AN OPEN EYE OF EXPERIENCE<\/em><\/p>

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 to await the morning star and Pleaides\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>

\u00a0<\/p>

You live in the furthest suburb of<\/p>

solitude. The rocks here are much<\/p>

sharper than what is seen from<\/p>

a distance when observing<\/p>

the soft misty back of one\u2019s<\/p>

lifescape rising out of the sea.<\/p>

Many have been drawn here,<\/p>

but from the reefs people quickly return<\/p>

to their shelters. The streets in this<\/p>

neighborhood only form as<\/p>

the ear learns to close the flaps<\/p>

against the wild roar: these<\/p>

are the only walls that divide,<\/p>

when the noise is outside or<\/p>

inside. Where you stand, is not<\/p>

a matter of place, but of the state of mind.<\/p>

You must walk as determined<\/p>

as the resilient lichens, daily<\/p>

torn off rocks by the salty wind.\u00a0<\/p>

If ever you oar into a sea-cave<\/p>

you find yourself deep in your<\/p>

pulsing stomach where the sea breathes<\/p>

in pure darkness with animal wilderness. \u2013<\/p>

No different, only more obvious<\/p>

it becomes in these conditions that<\/p>

to man even the most enigmatic infinity<\/p>

is more bearable than finality.<\/p>

Before dawn, your heart licks itself<\/p>

through thin layers of intuition, back<\/p>

into implicit knowing, yet, disperses<\/p>

again in drizzling rain as the day goes by.<\/p>

All beings who dwell with you<\/p>

here on this world\u2019s periphery,<\/p>

rejoice at any visitor\u2019s footsteps,<\/p>

and disappointedly withdraw,<\/p>

when the conquerors do not<\/p>

appreciate them equal to themselves. \u2013<\/p>

Existence is so precious here,<\/p>

that no one wastes their vital force<\/p>

and no one forces others,<\/p>

for everything is subject enough<\/p>

to the testing of the bare sky.<\/p>

Every word and every gesture,<\/p>

unnecessary, could numb<\/p>

the sensitivity for life: solely solitude \u00a0<\/p>

is found here in abundance.<\/p>

\u00a0<\/p>

***<\/p>

\u00a0<\/p>

The door from the world to the house:<\/p>

you step through it into the open, into<\/p>

sheer timelessness. It makes no difference,<\/p>

in which echo your foot lands.<\/p>

The corridor today<\/p>

facing west again<\/p>

and you’re holding your<\/p>

hand made of wind as if<\/p>

something should arrive<\/p>

any time now, and if the heart<\/p>

isn\u2019t precisely aligned,<\/p>

everything shall spin into<\/p>

another hundred years of thick air.<\/p>

Outside, the leaves were ageing<\/p>

instead of her, sadness and<\/p>

passion only depended on<\/p>

the diffusion of light. Every now<\/p>

and then the yard was surrounded<\/p>

by children\u2019 weep but the dunes of fine<\/p>

sand muffled the sound even before<\/p>

the dust touched the window glass. \u2013<\/p>

No one was ever going there, not then,<\/p>

nor any other time. They left her so,<\/p>

her body to dissolve among the fragments<\/p>

of the century, as she has fallen over<\/p>

the threshold and kept laying there until the night<\/p>

when she was awakened by a swarm of rustling<\/p>

fireflies bursting from the walls.<\/p>

Each room, disconnected from others,<\/p>

had its own life, none of them<\/p>

had neither hope nor desire for<\/p>

hope: that was their peace.<\/p>

It was a house that had no<\/p>

dreams \u2013 we dreamt it.<\/p>

\u00a0<\/p>

***<\/p>

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>

The trap follows them. Spelled. It impregnates.<\/p>

An oak within a soaked trunk carries a new one under the heart.<\/p>

So moves the path, has the stone let it, rolls on it.<\/p>

This way a desert ends up on a secret encounter with<\/p>

the forest shade. A tree is height. The moon is inception.<\/p>

It\u2019s been seen. From beneath a silent bark. Echoes<\/p>

a barking wish. Descended night. Slow. Motion<\/p>

dries its wet soul on the rock. The sunny time beside,<\/p>

now occupied by a foreign implant. A plane. Stuck<\/p>

in a crack at the turn of the century. Seeking sense<\/p>

through a cloudy acumulus mundi. Out of nowhere,<\/p>

agility attacks the puma. The procession<\/p>

hopes for the unveiling of signs.<\/p>

Who first touches the last one.<\/p>

A lapse leaps forward on the roadless slope.<\/p>

The revived infinitive.<\/p>

An eye for survival, a tooth for survival.<\/p>

Take a breath to go. A takeaway spell.<\/p>

Sheep jostle with the grass.<\/p>

Everything follows behind.<\/p>

Not much of this arrives.<\/p>

It follows them anyway.<\/p>

\u00a0<\/p>

***<\/p>

\u00a0<\/p>

It persisted in the unnameable.<\/p>

A garden full of shouting,<\/p>

ever suspicious,<\/p>

and with no intuition of how<\/p>

someone had long removed<\/p>

herself. For she lived like a hole that<\/p>

accumulates wide-branched cuts in itself.<\/p>

A meadow full of comments and prohibitions.<\/p>

Only the plants knew about them. Only<\/p>

denying really knew her.<\/p>

Paths, full of signs of territory taken.<\/p>

Houses and whole villages wrapped in<\/p>

a veil of the untouchable. She grew with<\/p>

the reservoir, that fed her desert body<\/p>

with one single act of love, sometimes<\/p>

for months. That\u2019s how she learned<\/p>

to hibernate\u00a0already in her childhood.<\/p>

Meanwhile, the other side has long since<\/p>

demanded even more than what they\u2019ve<\/p>

overly possessed.<\/p>

The mountain, already so tilted,<\/p>

it was only a matter of time before<\/p>

it tips over. But it was finally the sea<\/p>

that tipped.\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>

What odd ways man invents,<\/p>

at least to vaguely play a role<\/p>

of balance.<\/p>

A sperm of a wolf gives birth to a rose,<\/p>

from a pollen of a rose a storm is born,<\/p>

in the storm he filled her with dry fire,<\/p>

from the ashes she picked up yet still<\/p>

completely raw meatball and a melted<\/p>

piece of gold, wrapped her finger with it,<\/p>

so that something had transformed back in<\/p>

the past, and when the soil has neutralised his, too,<\/p>

emerged from the disenchantment a stream<\/p>

of unlabelled umbilical cords,<\/p>

of unclassified lives.<\/p>

\u00a0<\/p>

***<\/p>

\u00a0<\/p>

Even a shark sometimes breaks a tooth<\/p>

on the glassy sea. Since everything is already<\/p>

so reinforced. And since we do it all,<\/p>

before the last button on our shirt<\/p>

is undone. We stare at our own reflection<\/p>

and do not find it suspicious even when<\/p>

the picture imitates us. We are the holders<\/p>

of reason: the golden retrievers of progress.<\/p>

At night we cover ourselves with submarines\u2019<\/p>

wreckage, and light up the room with missiles<\/p>

to read the last chapter.<\/p>

If we do manage to find the page where<\/p>

we were left, it falls asleep,<\/p>

while we calm down the fiery quarrel<\/p>

in the aquarium.<\/p>

\u00a0<\/p>

***<\/p>

\u00a0<\/p>

In times drier than<\/p>

burnt roast, erasure<\/p>

takes place routinely. Once,<\/p>

people were at least put on a train,<\/p>

but imagine the scope of organisation,<\/p>

all that communication with the involved parties!<\/p>

Today, this is done effortlessly, far more<\/p>

mysteriously, without wheels, without<\/p>

clouds of steam rising behind people<\/p>

up to the sky. Technology has greatly<\/p>

advanced, and why should we<\/p>

unnecessarily involve the minister<\/p>

of transport. No whistle at departure,<\/p>

no one hears gunshots at the farewell.<\/p>

Don’t be afraid, the procedure is completely<\/p>

routine: you won’t even notice when<\/p>

the extraction takes place.<\/p>

From this department, you’ll leave straight away.<\/p>

No one will miss you.<\/p>

No one will come for you.<\/p>

You do not leave this place in hordes,<\/p>

but individually:<\/p>

loneliness casts you out,<\/p>

loneliness leads you, into loneliness it brings you.<\/p>

You do not leave this place at all.<\/p>

You just fade out, somewhere in the middle of<\/p>

the living room.<\/p>

For exile is a place into which you are born<\/p>

and which you carry with you everywhere \u2013<\/p>

it has no eyes that could acknowledge it, neither<\/p>

here nor there.<\/p>

\u00a0<\/p>

You see, it didn’t hurt at all!<\/p>

\u00a0<\/p>

\u00a0<\/p>

***<\/p>

\u00a0<\/p>

When they fly at night, they need to make<\/p>

their way unheard through a polygon<\/p>

for the stars not to reveal<\/p>

their presence by twinkling<\/p>

when obscured by another body.<\/p>

When in the morning they take rest in a swamp,<\/p>

they must sleep with their eyes open<\/p>

to return their predators the gaze,<\/p>

that makes a being different from meat.<\/p>

When they fly over the sunset in the evening,<\/p>

their only guardian from a fool who shoots into<\/p>

the sky just because he is irritated by romantic scenes,<\/p>

is life itself, which<\/p>

wants to be<\/em>.<\/p>

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>

\u00a0<\/p>

\u00a0<\/p>

ACCESS<\/em><\/p>

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 to one\u2019s own presence<\/em><\/p>

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>

Our river keeps swallowing clouds,<\/p>

leaving gravel behind:<\/p>

when sometimes a solitary boat glides<\/p>

between the mountains, the trembling surface<\/p>

sounds in the occiput.<\/p>

Neither you nor I<\/p>

know the score of the sky,<\/p>

no man knows exactly how<\/p>

to describe sadness. If ever<\/p>

we find ourselves watching in slow<\/p>

motion how metal decays and glass<\/p>

cracks in our brain, the wounded rocks<\/p>

don’t heal \u2013 out of them grow<\/p>

ever new landscapes: in time<\/p>

of our lives we have seen only<\/p>

their fingernail.<\/p>

Vigilance belongs neither to the predator<\/p>

nor to the pray: it is created in the in-between,<\/p>

when the resonance of awareness tells that<\/p>

a tense elastic thread is just about to release<\/p>

somewhere in the universe \u2013 and we\u2019ll only catch,<\/p>

how it takes off the coat too tightly fastened<\/p>

button. Appearance is only a trick,<\/p>

for us not to get tired of gazing<\/p>

at the logic of inception.<\/p>

But just in case: always before<\/p>

we return to the house, we whistle three times<\/p>

in the garden \u2013 for the wind to find its<\/p>

ancient entrance to our dream-bodies.<\/p>

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>

\u00a0<\/p>

\u00a0<\/p>

WAITING FOR AN ECHO,<\/em><\/p>

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 approaching a new herd and name<\/em><\/p>

\u00a0<\/p>

No greetings were spoken \u2013<\/p>

except with their attentive glance.<\/p>

It would have interrupted the patient<\/p>

silence of the mind. For too long their<\/p>

eyes kept biting at the distance, for the<\/p>

the approaching caravan which was<\/p>

descending from the mountain with<\/p>

the same persistence. At first, nothing but<\/p>

trust could sense it moving, before it gradually<\/p>

revealed itself in a couple of dark spots,<\/p>

and gained a bit more\u00a0 sharpness every half a day.<\/p>

Only their own childhood,<\/p>

when they were left alone out there,<\/p>

in a wolf’s jaws of the rite de passage<\/em><\/p>

and the howling of the moon into the Earth,<\/p>

filled them with faith in<\/p>

landscape of which slight descents<\/p>

have sometimes swallowed the picture<\/p>

for hours long: as if there was never anyone.<\/p>

And even when those there seemed<\/p>

so close, here everyone kept sitting still on<\/p>

their skins, knowing it would last at least until<\/p>

the evening before the frosty plain beneath<\/p>

their guests\u2019 feet unfolds its full vastness. \u2013<\/p>

And they will slowly, yet decisively \u00a0<\/p>

light up the ceremonial fire, wrap themselves<\/p>

in their finest scarves, and raise their flags in<\/p>

a warm welcome: a gesture that will<\/p>

muffle the ear-splitting hiss of the wind<\/p>

as they close the yurt\u2019s canvas behind<\/p>

the bride, to embrace her into the murmuring<\/p>

passing of the bowl with yak’s milk,<\/p>

from the hands of the old one to the hands of<\/p>

her new blood.<\/p>

\u00a0<\/p>

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