Poetry Writings Artwork and stories from Neil Furby

Dec 4, 2006 at 23:04 o\clock

THE ETYMOLOGY OF NEARNESS

THE ETYMOLOGY OF NEARNESS


The street was empty when with a gloomy laughter
I stopped the progression of transience and mortar,
a different picture of love seeping from it.
Sleigh bells of vanity and the unarmed symmetry
were fading like new fragrances and biblical nostalgia.

At the same place I met the warmth
of her long fingers, among them,
lurking shyly, the ancient danger of arson
and that mathematically clear feeling
of similarity everyone finds so very dear.

Millions of trampled steps
on the damp and muddy sidewalk
bear witness to the only genuine past, inscribed
in the dull rock of the street, then a stereotype
shaped by every whiteness of my incidental sentence.


June 1991



© 1992, Branko Čegec


© Translation: 2004, Mario Suško


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Dec 4, 2006 at 23:03 o\clock

Cosmic matters

Met a woman who said she could see right through me

Told me I only had 20 summers left and my cosmic surround was full of faces, faces not happy but in some kind a turmoil .

Now I know why I have such strange dreams and that from now on I must migrate around the globe living a life in perpetual winter never seeing or feeling the warm glow of summer

Think I might take a risk with the summers  and as for the faces welcome aboard i might make you laugh

@ Neil Furby