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black flag poetry: December 2014

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Bogomil gospodinov. selected poems. To the curator who tells us about the Thames. This gentlemen watches his step carefully. He has already been everywhere. With women who only love him and one of his friends. With women who think he is their own mother. With women who stop growing up when you surprise them. With women stricken in years (with whose names the rain. Renames the streets on sunday). This gentlemen knows every tail and every sheath. Along the common pathway of the shot-by-mistake.

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black flag poetry: The death of the surgeon

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Bogomil gospodinov. selected poems. The death of the surgeon. The hands the eyes liken. His clock his face to. Wives who would pretend to stop. The fallen on the ground. Back to the dirty dishes his lips. Leaving the corpse of the dinner to clog the heart of the sink. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The lady and the hooligan. Obituary and not an apology. The death of the surgeon. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.

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black flag poetry: April 2015

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Bogomil gospodinov. selected poems. Madrid - London, anniversary of the civil war. First the pauses between the brief commands of the captain. To the passengers carefully aligned in rows. Then the signal for tightening up the ropes. And finally the smoking ban of their muzzles. After the execution of gravity is over. What you learn about her arrives like someone else's mail. To the white chimney-sweepers of her last night's face. Who touch no one with their rain of tracelessly disappearing age spots.

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black flag poetry: June 2014

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Bogomil gospodinov. selected poems. If you don't have a wall talk to me. Make me a coffee. Because i know what you will hear. Confront the tender facts. Tell me what's the time inside you. Celebrate the non-equinox of our breasts. Make me a coffee. Because i know what you will hear. Share your Property with me. Hide from the Man who hides from you. Make me a coffee. Because i know what you will hear. Always be honest with fire. He will teach you how to laugh. At the jokes pointed at you. Make me a coffee.

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black flag poetry: May 2014

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Bogomil gospodinov. selected poems. What is the first thing the truth does in the morning even before she washes her teeth. You will see her reading dull programme poems in the latest magazine issues. Which all sorts of petty bourgeois snobs use as a herbarium for the flowers. They really wanted to give as a present to some petticoat, but she took her hat and so on. We know about the rest, you will see her nodding and reciting those jerks and good-for-nothings. Is also beautiful and so what? I don't fore...

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black flag poetry: March 2015

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Bogomil gospodinov. selected poems. I don't bear any resemblance to her birds. Their proletarian problems are not mine. Their hunger strikes and equality outcries. And when i hear them begging for bread. I separate my head from my shoulders. I wish i could be their deaf-and-dumb translator. With a rattlesnake voice and arctic-winter hearing. And knowledge of rifles and aviation, taxidermy and cremation. But i am not a man who gathers flocks for desert journeys. I collect - and separate - garbage.

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black flag poetry: July 2014

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Bogomil gospodinov. selected poems. They will find him hanged in his office - the left friend winked. Not necessarily in the office, but hanging sounds satisfactory - grinned the right one. No mercy, let him have a car accident on the way home - his wife cherished hope. The best case would be to happen in no man's land, simply choose the name of the street or the dung-hill or the silent corner in the library - the neighbours preferred. His boss got infuriated. There seem to be a thousand bars about him,.

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black flag poetry: The cripple

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Bogomil gospodinov. selected poems. After he conquers and frees this city from his presence. He will check the left pocket of his morning coat. Where he keeps a photo of what the world should look like. He will go back home where his descendants will mock him. For wetting his bed and wandering nonsense -. Sending him to the backyard with a special assignment to steal his rent. Where he will have time to think over all of that -. And will pick an apple from the garden, go inside.

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black flag poetry: January 2015

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Bogomil gospodinov. selected poems. The double man needs no mirror to talk to himself. Nor a nansen pass to leave his memories and emigrate to you. A child of both marx and coca cola he feels. Privileged and disadvantaged in your presence and absence. He is a lord in the fortress of his misery without drawbridges. A serf of the successful escapes of your prison. On first encountering you, he will willingly hide his flagship body. Behind the black sails of your indifferent spectacles. And acts like a man.

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black flag poetry: To draw Mohammed

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Bogomil gospodinov. selected poems. To hijack a bird during her maiden voyage. And to fly over the tower of a glacier. In order to sink its underwater twin. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The lady and the hooligan. Obituary and not an apology. The death of the surgeon. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.