RETURN TO NIKOLA TESLA

by Tibor Hrs Pandur


RETURN TO NIKOLA TESLA

Peace can only come as a natural consequence of universal enlightenment.
(Nikola Tesla: My Inventions)

 

Daddy cursed metaphysics all day long
But at night he wrote it

 

Alone in their games and arcades
And rooms from which people
Dangerous and dirty streets

 

Jump! Swim!
And you’ll see
If you go
If you come
If you’re there
If you
If you make it
If not
If you hug someone
Or keep to yourself

 

There he stood and watched their houses
Their tenements and wells
He didn’t see. There was a hill
And it was beautiful
I started to build
All sorts of nice things
From petals to shiny things
And tables and knives
With minarets and just all things

But then people came
With dirty hands
And ate and drank and scrounged for cash

I just wanna be pure goddammit!
“Build light”
At least something beautiful
Music first

Without distance
I organized and worked
But they owned the project
The innkeeper wanted cash
A French girl outphilosophized me
As I quoted Ezra Pound:

“This wind out of Ferrara
Paradise”
Without being There
Knew it just by name

 

“We’re so different
But in the dark we’re one”

 

She undresses in the bathroom
Her pubic hair is gold
Teenagers shatter empty bottles
In a drunken stupor
Against fences. Against seas
When no one’s watching

Something’s missing
I see her pissssssss
Every pore of her vagina
Beating, smiling, judging, breathing flight
The truth of scent
All Kaspar Hauser

 

She undresses and comes … to me

And touch is language

But when we kiss
She only smells herself

RETURN TO NIKOLA TESLA

Peace can only come as a natural consequence of universal enlightenment.« Nikola Tesla: My Inventions

V restavraciji je Ata za mizo klel čez metafiziko 
Ponoči pa jo je pisal

Sam v igricah in arkadah

In koridorji sob iz katerih ljudje 
Ulice nevarne in umazane

Skoči! Plavaj! Pa boš vidu 
Al greš

Al prideš
Al si tam 
Al te

Al nardiš 
Al ne
Al objameš nekoga 
Al se zase držiš

Tam je stal in gledal njihove hiše 
Vodnjake in bloke.
Ni videl. Je bil hrib

In lepo je blo
Sem začel gradit
Razne lepe stvari iz rož in sijočih scenic

Iz nožev in miz

Minaretov in sploh vseh stvari
Pa so prišli ljudje

Z umazanimi prsti

In jedli in pili in žicali dnar
Hotel bit čist jebemu 
»Zgradit luč«

Vsaj nekaj lepega 
Najprej glasbo
Brez distance

Sem organiziral in delal
Ampak so zasedli projekt
Krčmar je hotu denar

Francoska deklica me je izfilozofirala 
Ko sem citiral Pounda:
This wind out of Ferrara 
Paradise

Ne da bi bil
Tam
Poznal samo po imenu 

»We're so different
But in the dark we're one«

Ona se sleče

V kopalnici temperamenta
Pijani najstniki razbijajo flaše 
Ob ograje. Ob morja
Ko nihče ne gleda
Nekaj manjka

Gledam kako lula

Vidim vsako poro njene vulve 
Kako utripa, sodi, diha let 
Resnica vonja

Vsa Kaspar Hauser
Sleče se in pride ... k meni 
In dotik je jezik
Ampak, ko se poljubljava 
Ona voha sebe

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