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Sfumato

by Quercus

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1.
Those red stains are back Crumpled rags all over the flat Soaked sorrow from the sky As grey as ever Returning for a beer They used to heat up the place Head of Kafka the boilerman And Janouch the informer Hordes before you Small dandelion parachutes A nation of gaffers You've just woken up It's all wrong, black stones Shove around you Clay up to your chest A butterfly flies away with your glasses A friend with a wet lap Has returned through a dark passage Crying or missing the spot Calling the loved one His eyes overgrown with beard His elbow grown into a beggar As poor as a castle lord Standing on the rampart before the fall
2.
Under the cliff Under the massif A weak spring Of clear water Rains pommel Grief grows stronger Raven waved his wing Crack thunder drum Hair grey Uprooted Burnt Light clubbed with a shovel Blacks in abbey ruins Sing about sun They lie about stars About tone length They lie about duration of sorrow, of colours They lie about posture They lie about blissful dark Sweetly they kneel, like boys At a communion service A cockerel in the spring With his head cut off The flute in the sink Lets out old songs Long insolent tones Amid hair stretched in filth Washed by a Viking Spanked with a birch whisk In a landscape devoid of trees Full of cars and smokestacks And money only
3.
Friends scattered across the homeland Look sadly and alone At the events around them Faint Sun is gone One ring after another falls Upon fingers under shoulders Of the weak and hunched men With fat bellies atop insect feet But with a woman by their side That's what's it all about What's not to like Amid the stream of life Flame flickers out, its shadow too Hot embers are damped down and down By urine, tears and memories Virtual sharing of virtues and vices And of something which is lacking Of going wolfish in spring bloom In the month of love In the month of enchainment Moonlit jasmine tree Shines bright after the rain Like pearls of something which is lacking
4.
Organ's stumps, pipe's severed head Between the vents a tent soaked wet Coniferous guitars give pace To the wind's breath of ancient shapes Hunched and slumped, it howls and bellows Shadow's echoes, echo's shadows Forest of the wordless night A hundred owls in flood-like flight Midnights feet smell soft and sweet Of blueberries and all things free While father holds an empty bowl Under the sour cherry tree He promised autumn will be here to meet But autumn failed, as winter did Spring teased us with a straight-faced lie And summer fled by way of sky Naked voices take a bath In shallow stream beneath the path Through cell they into waters fell With fading sounds of olden bell
5.
Epic standing crucifixion Invasive torso on railway tracks Rides gesticulating Wildly through the room While you sit and look up if you can In the garden devoid of words In the garden it hangs out black laundry In the garden it rhymes In the garden with father and cats When you listen and do not hear When you're given gifts and never give When you're addressed and don't react Saturated with inner music You hear but do not listen Movable torso of crucifixion Enters the silent room This living monstrous sacrifice Flames in eyes, glasses over flames Beastly loyal totality Majestic mother of monologues Accusations float in the wind In the corner of the mouth with a spit Of laziness and life in pubs and bed sheets Indescribable circumstances Happiness, cellar and attic Then a whole house, later castle and grounds And vassals

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released July 30, 2014

Released by Moscow Funeral League.

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