The Irrationalist
Free beat poetry
English translation: Bea Kőrös.
Epitaph of a meteorite named Earth
Wanderer, spread the word to the other planets! We did what a couple of crazies demanded.
Lover of Anat
So she slept with me,
The Night
The Moon - lover
Sun worshipper
Slow - moving clock.
A machine by God
Swallowed some untrue substance
It clicked
Then paused for a lightyear.
It threw out the ones
who have never been here
Not yet
Not to this sacred place
Because
Is it true, that you trample the grass with your feet?
You clean your body with water instead of fire?
Is it true, there’s an evil chariot
that drives itself through rubble
And the nonsense, you call time, is
the source of all the trouble?
Stop now!
Cause the world burns down.
Beyond the glen
Wild grape tendda twisting beyond
The glen
In vortex of trees by the Göcsej
Green Land
In the womb holes of ancient
Gnarl-faced pines
Unborn souls cry out in the
Cold Yule nights
Tangled by the twisted
Bindweed hard
I cry with them my God,
So wild
Grape tendda twisting beyond
The land
Pelting down in the concrete
Jungle without
An end.
I preach mutely
For my distorted shadow
As a loyal dog
My great sadness,
No one’s here to witness,
Only the rain cries,
What survives?
Just a pair of crooked lines.
Song of the moondog
The prophet stood up in the world-cinema, and thus he saith
The lightly tossed stone-Sun decays
The stars – just a handful of pebbles -just stare
The wire rainbow flogs
The rust-rain is about to fall from the wrecked skies
The Moon: a moulting mask
Meteor rains wash her dusty face
Blindly winding roads lead to nowhere
They web the stray world
Words and the gas vapor are choking
Moondog, why’re you howling?
Liquid glue tears stick the minutes to the clock
This is the place, where people said „that’s enough!
It was written down, and carved in stone
But is this one cry enough down here?
Of course not
Pharisees put a ton on the scale
While I have been living in the forest
The dreams, pupated under tree barks
were chewing through the holy cross
So he won’t be late, when the time comes
Not to make the poor Messiah wait.
Still, I’m gonna return the bottles
and buy a nice block of Trappist gheese
Gonna throw it to the moon dog
Gonna toss all the money that’s left from the 30 silver
Then I’ll throw myself, too
Take off my skin garment and watch it fall from this Tower of Babel.
Comb the feathers of my wings, darling
Time repeats itself without a clue
Slows down, stops and ponders
to pass or not to pass?
I keep the sacred pocket watch in my pocket
I am the long-lived Time
Lord of Nothing
Prisoner of nix and no-one.
Come, Moondog, lie down beside me on the grass
On this gleaming carpet of the dawn
Let’s bark at the godlike Sun
That will never be devoured by mankind’s jailnight.
Prediction
The Holy Bird no longer calls
It just flies
Silently
He is speechless
It flies far
Towards the Sun
It flies
The Ashes
The Sin
It just flies
On his country
He lands
Where is winter
Deep silence
Gloom
Here
They are murderers
They dominate
Unperturbed
Death
Sun above East
World Fate Ruining
Recipe created by man
A nuclear attack and the sky will turn turquoise
Burn
God Bird
Towards the Sea
It flies towards the Sun
It flies far
And it just flies
Leave this ugly cursed land here
Leaving the crippled blind pribs here
The human
Sinking
Lifeless days, gray fat
Quarries, bazaar rows of my life
Memories, scraps of my coat.
If only the wind would calm down!
I will greet clear skies tomorrow.
Monday Dawn
Bright light-haired dawn
He wanders in my kitchen
Sunday with a deep sigh
On the threshold saying goodbye
Smoky languid Monday
Water-colored or colorless
Or just a shy gem
Light in a mirror naked
August 29, 2023