the one
who pounced on the lips of books
on waters of the black canals
and on muse­um gates

[ – How’re you doing, how’s every­thing?
(with a voice a few tones low­er)
– Well, ok,
– You don’t seem quite well, what’s going on?
(with a voice after intro­spec­tion)
– It may be depres­sion.
– Because you came back?
(with a voice with no expres­sion
or the usu­al irony
– No, Ι can’t spot it, no reason…]

the one
who got up five o’clock in the morn­ing
to read Kop­land?
or not
the one
who got up; so, since he got up
why not read Kop­land?
or
the one
who got up with­out any thoughts, only
anx­ious to hold onto something?

“Garbage has to be the poem of our time”
but garbage in the Hague is not visible

Caws, iodine, humid­i­ty,
ocean and fur­ther down: urban culture

Accel­er­a­tion de tous les sens
(that’s what he wished for)

The­o­ry M came – and to explain our­selves
(that’s what he did not wish for)

Baaden-Bit could be
but it was noth­ing but a cheap/pricey λύσις

Τem­po­rary toulips

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λύσις /liּsis/ [greek] solution

 

[Pub­lished in greek in poet­ry jour­nal Poi­isi / Poet­ry in June 2005]

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