Zbornik Mednarodnega literarnega srečanja Vilenica 2004 - Ljudmila

Anni Sumari
Autobiography
Without a touch of drama
the moon waxes and wanes.
I want to know what it means when the noise dies.
I want to know what it means to escape problems.
I want to know what it means to eat dirt
and to swallow your own tongue.
I want to know what ‘a soul’ means.
When the surface water in the lake is warmer than the air
fairies emerge.
The same happens above asphalt in the same circumstances.
I want to know what it means to watch problems disappear,
to throw yourself in front of a train? Ardently,
this minute! I want to know
what disappearance means,
assuagement, oblivion, abatement.
All the horror and death in the unknown
waters, battle fields, birth beds,
how it all subsides, abates, until
it’s hard to believe, although you know –
hard to believe, although you can see it
gilded, engraved in marble -
hard to believe it has existed, that ‘they’
felt the horror and death;
that ‘he’ or ‘she’ felt it; that ‘we’ did
in the waters, fields, beds
there is no other horror or death than
mine, mine, until it abates.
Autobiography
is the right word
to describe it
there is no other word
to describe it
The brain makes no distinction between
seeing, doing and imagination,
that’s why creative visualisation is so effective.
Follow the leader.
But the world is a mirror, if he goes right
you must go left.
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