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NOVICA TADIC |
Uvula, Bugging Device
While the geezer-starling was sleeping the sleep of the just
sprawled out on the bed with his mouth open,
a light-winged ghost (who else?)
carefully planted another watchful cell –
glued a bugging device
to his uvula.
Now even his internal speech
will be known: all of his revolutionary
intentions
and the train of his restless thoughts
will be revealed
in minute detail. Only two choices remain
to the lucky one: to shrug
his shoulders, wring his hands, and all-the-while
speak
words of praise
in dull submissiveness, or to grow to
love
deathly silence with an overlong life
under a paralyzed tongue. In the spanking clean
hallways of the Clinic
let’s pray for him, sigh a broken sigh.
Translated by Steven and Maja Teref
A Conceit
There, over there, she lies –
beyond the looming peak
beyond the curtains of rain
beyond the dead horizon –
a creature
who’s similar to me
who’s waiting for me
who’s beckoning me
from the looming peak
through the curtains of rain
through the lifeless view
beckoning me
a living doll
a creature with round eyes
rosy lips
hair spilling into the earth
Translated by Steven and Maja Teref
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