HE WAS NOT TALKING ABOUT THE RIVER
What rivers and nonsense!
The dark one hated water like a cat.
His punishment would be
And once to step into the river,
And not twice.
Attribute the whole confusion
Alcibiades Monophthalmos, and all who knew him
They remember how unreliable he was.
He is said to have said on his deathbed:
I lived my life with one eye,
But I saw everything well.
Although he had both ears,
He seems to have misheard sometimes.
In his testimonies
He liked to enlighten those he conveyed
To clarify and make them closer.
In his own way, how would it be otherwise.
The worst sin of a witness, for which there is no punishment.
"Let him clarify for you
Alcibiades of Ephesus",
was a curse among the Ionian philosophers.
And here's how it was.
The Dark One spoke in the olive grove,
Clear and moonlit night,
He was listened to by the chosen young men of Ephesus.
Alcibiades was also there,
He turned his head as if he wanted to see everything,
So that he doesn't miss anything.
The teacher was talking about the file
Which he read many times.
And there were always - new insights.
He spoke
I'm never the same
Because I am a change
Well, the text cannot be the same either.
Even though you see the same letters,
Reading is never the same.
You cannot enter the same text twice,
He said at the end.
As we descended towards the city
Alcibiades, and he always walked alone,
He was walking behind a group of young men.
One wanted to be liked by one of his friends
With whom he walked
So he nervously described,
With bouncing and squealing,
A visit to the library
And the wondrous scrolls he saw there.
Which unfold, like life, he said.
And then he added - like a river of words.
Alcibiades' heart must have trembled
As he looked at him with that one eye.
And then I listened
As the Dark One was saying yes
You can't step into the same river twice,
Well, Alcibiades found a way
To be remembered,
Although his name has long been forgotten.
A DREAM OF BIANTO
An ancient city under siege is indicated.
Then I see a sign in the corner:
"Prijena, a city in Ionia, XNUMXth century BC".
The almighty army of Cyrus announces
Let there be no carnage and no blood,
All citizens can leave Prijena
With as many things as
I can take it with my own hands.
Now I see a long column.
Someone wears a goat, someone gold and jewelry,
Someone pointed out a bag of flour
They rush, bent under all kinds of things.
Among them all
Only one walks with nothing.
The Persian asks him why he is not wearing anything.
He astonished Cyrus's soldier
A man without belongings and free hands.
"I bring everything with me," he replies
Byantus, son of Teotamus, the wisest of the Greeks.
Then I see how his light toga
It barely hides the latest iphone.
It's clear what he's after.
And that's the end of my dream.
With the help of marketing wizard Cicero
I made, even in my sleep,
the perfect commercial for Apple
and their most famous product.
Many have unusual addresses
The Ionian philosophers arrived
But what I did to Bijanta
PRAISE OF AMBIGUITY
Why everything has to be clear. Like in some order.
Follow the rules. To please the regiment.
A farmer to understand. And to talk to the child
When he listens to the roar of his life...
Who made the rules? And what is "clear"?
Is something more accurate when it is said nicely?
Truth asks if what is said is honorable
And the one who is silent may be lying to us...
Let them wrestle with your words, let them break them,
Let them be searched like thieves from the port
You, long dead, will enjoy it
How they live, with the thoughts I live, you make it difficult.
That's why a puzzle is the sweetest fruit for me
(you are a lover of clarity - go your own way)
Let's add a little ambiguity to everything
Then the whole itself can somehow be seen better.
THE HUNGRY GODS
I remember
how I stopped honoring the gods.
When I was a child
And listened to stories about all these gods
To their will and powers
(Adults spoke about them with conviction
As if they were talking about the neighbors)
I was immediately amazed
What they eat.
And as they get drunk, they mock themselves
To Hephaestus, one of them.
The gods make nonsense, it was clear.
What gods, these are just like us.
There are no gods.
And what will we do, if they are the same as us.
And tell me, how to experience seriously
Gods who can't even overcome hunger.
As one who is given eternity
He knows when it's time for lunch and when it's time for dinner.
The Hungry Gods are a scam.
Is that not clear to you?
Gods are born in our language.
That's why they can't move away from our words.
FIRE REMEMBERS
Everything that burns
It is remembered.
Located in
Untouchable
The library of fire.
HERALIT WAS RIGHT
For whom all the words. And snake letters.
For the silver of the head or dubious fame?
Old stories again in new times
Because Heraclitus the Dark was right.
That everything is a flame, a promised fire
(The same path is for the king and the smallest ant)
The philosopher will understand what happened next
Yes Heraclitus the Dark was right.
What else is man - walking fire
A life-giving fire that has a head
And that's it - flame is added to flame
Because Heraclitus the Dark was right.
If you are looking for the truth, as far as possible from people
Find greener grass in the desert
When you burn you are alone, that's why the fire wakes up
Herr Heraclitus the Dark was right...
DESPITE EYES
Never say that your eyes are deceiving you.
They can't do that.
For every cheating
You have to find the real culprit.
And it's not the eyes.
In the eyes of the images live
And you make up the story
Words are not to blame
When the lips spell a lie...
Sometimes you have to see
Despite the eyes.
That's when you see the furthest.
Bless the crazy
They don't care
The only truth will be
Which is not obvious
(2022.)
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