papers were written, drawn and wrinkled, leaning on his shoulder, held inside a pillowcase. They were revolutionary in a land of jewels that was being buffeted by history. Velimir Khlebnikov is unfortunately little known in ours, ignorant country, to limit quoted (incorrectly) between the Russian Futurists. Read it even more difficult. Lately Quodlibet published a little book that collects some of his poems from 47 Poems name Easy and difficult: it is something, but says little of who really was the President of the globe.
Years ago, however, had Enaudi catalog a collection of poems, now discontinued, hard to find. For years now I seek in vain. Desperate (oh yeah) I was disappointed and almost given up hope of being able to taste the new wonders hidden in the pillow torn, then I stumbled into Nabanassar that his goodness, is publishing excerpts (taken from a copy fished on e-bay) of the work of Khlebnikov, particularly Only we, rolled your three years of war.
Good reading.
Only we, rolled your three years of war
Only we, rolled your three years of war in a bag of
menacing trumpet, sing
and we cry, we sing and shout,
drunken romance of that certainty, that the Government
the globe
already 'exists:
we are. Only
we trod on our foreheads
the wreath of wild rulers of the globe,
relentless ferocity in our tanned,
climbed on the rock of the right of conquest,
raising the banner of the time,
us - the damp clay potters cociamo of 'humanity' in
jugs and jugs of time, we
- promoters of the hunt for souls
horns scream in hoary sea
to rally the human cattle -
Evoe '! Who is' us? Who
and 'friend and companion?
Evoe '! Who follows?
Cosi 'We dance, shepherds of men and
of' humanity ', playing the fife.
Evoe '! Who is 'more' big?
Evoe '! Who is 'more' on? Only
we got on the rock
of ourselves and our names,
among a sea of \u200b\u200byour evil eyes, furrowed
hunger of the extreme horror and twisted gallows
,
surf on the url that we want human
apostrophes are from now on we will honor
Presidents of the globe. What a shameless
- some people will say,
no, they are holy, others argue.
But we smile like,
pointing with his hand the Sun
Drag it to a leash for dogs,
hang him with the words, "Liberta '," "Brotherhood," "Equality",
processatelo your court scullery maids,
' cause the thresholds
d ' a very pleasant spring
has inspired these beautiful thoughts, words and
gave us these looks disdainful. The culprit
and 'Him
We do not carry the whisper that solar
when to break out of us as
capimandati of its orders,
its strict controls. The fertile
crowds of humanity '
stretched over our tracks.
Where we are gone,
London, Paris and Chicago
to replace their gratitude
with our names.
But forgive such stupidity. All this and
'of the' to come, and meanwhile
, mothers,
taken away your children, if
appear 'in a state somewhere.
Young, jump and rintanatevi
in the dens and in the deep sea,
if somewhere you will see a state.
Girls and whoever among you can not stand the smell of the dead,
fall into a swoon at the word "borders":
they smell of corpses. Yet
each strain was once a beautiful conifer, pine
a sheet. The strain and
' perverse for that reason alone, that
on it is cut off the heads of men.
Cosi ', was, too
six very beautiful word in the dream,
composed of five sounds:
with a lot of comfort' and refreshment.
You grew up in a forest of words
ashtray, match, cigarette,
equal among equals;
but because 'it must be nourished by men? Why
'native has run the country' did the cannibal
his wife and home?
Hey! Listen!
On behalf of all humanity '
we turn with messages of peace
states of the past:
if you're beautiful, or states,
tell how you love yourself
and compel you to tell your pets, then
'cause this food to the gods? Why
'Scricco, we men, in your jaws, teeth and tusks
between molars?
Listen, were spaces,
here for three years now
you pretend that mankind 'is only a paste, a sweet biscuit
that melts in your mouth;
and will shoot if the biscuit' like a razor, saying, Mom?
if spillage of us, as
of a junkie?
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