A short book of fiction....
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Around
6:30 the winter ended.
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Have
you heard the argument?
Is there no offense in’t?
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............................MOTHER
When
you’re anemic even the mosquitos won’t bite you
and your mother’s not here
gliding slowly across the sky, leaving a white trail
in a big chair turned upside down while they’re cleaning around you
and you get a big marble...
... as the phone line is your umbilical cord.
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...and they all talked about Joujou’s orgasm.
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Smells
like summer
mild soft draft
in which small scent hovers
Smells like summer
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Superman & Robin Hood are still alive in Hollywood.
....................................................................A folk song on Radio Ljubljana....................................................................19-20. 6. 83
On October 21, 83, around 4 AM I had this morbid dream. It was so scary I woke up. There were some people from life after death. I was afraid to go back to sleep, but also to get up. I started reading a book. I read a chapter from "Belgrade for Beginners" by Bogdan Tirnanic. I knew it was an upbeat book and it would cheer me up. Then I fell asleep.
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The object of war is not simply to kill, but to convince the survivors to submit.
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He
kissed her and said:
- "Politics",
like the newspaper.
"The
question is," said Alice, "whether you can make words mean so
many different things."
"The question is," said Humpty Dumpty, "which is to be
master - that’s all."
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.............................UP TO 103
CONTENTS
Introduction
VII
Acconci
2-7
Atkinson
8-21
Atkinson,
Bainbridge, Baldwin, Hurrel 22-25
Bainbridge
26-31
Baldessari
32-33
Barry
34-41
Barthelme
42-43
Battcock
44-45
Becher,
B. and H. 46-49
Bochner
50-59
Buren
60-77
Burgin
78-87
Burgy
88-91
Burn
92-95
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......................TASTES OF ROOMS
Some
strange tastes
of
rooms
come
over me
and
pull me back
to
the childhood
of
huge things.
.........................TOOTH, MOTH
What
fear
is
so
big
to
fill up
a
whole
apartment?
Why
does every room
have
to have
twin-wardrobes?
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The attempt failed, but the autopsy gave interesting results.
..................................&Numerous substances provoke bitter taste in humans.
....................................................................From a paper presented at the 22nd Congress of....................................................................the Anthropological Society of Yugoslavia
........................SUMMER STREET
Windows
open outwards like butterfly wings.
And
people between them swimming in the hot air.
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There are two sects in this religion. According to one there is no God, while according to the other there is no God.
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THE MANIFESTO OF THE CONCEPTUALISTS
This is the manifesto of the conceptualists.
....................................................................Milco Mancevski, Emil Ansarov,
....................................................................Atanas Bogdanovski, Vanco Gjosevski,
....................................................................Hadzi-Angelkovski Gjorgji, Ljubomir Stojsavljevik,
....................................................................Miloje Radakovic, Sarkanjac, Dabic,
....................................................................Princevac Zanet, Vanja Ve, Peric Ljiljana,
....................................................................Petre Bogdanovski, A. Grcev, Pasoski Robi,
....................................................................Darka Stefanovska, Lidija P.,
....................................................................Ivan M., Tanja, Zorica Trpkovska, M, Polazar,
....................................................................J. Nikuljska
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Precisely with deference to these higher goals, an exceptional, insightful, highly original psychoanalytic study by Hugo Klain The War Neurosis of the Yugoslavians, in which the author analyzes the behavior of our veterans since 1943 and after the war had the bitter fate of most critical works:
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With a shriek birds flee across the black sky, people are silent, my blood aches from waiting.
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................I SAW A NUN BEGGING
I
saw a nun begging.
God,
I saw a nun begging.
With
a poem
instead
of sperm.
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Nobody’s
young no more!
.............................FEELING
Sometimes,
at night, as I type in the empty apartment, my back to the door, I have
a feeling there’s someone behind me. Just like now.
I
am different.
I
can’t stand pain.
Pain
hurts me.
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Bureaucracy is a new ruling stratum, 12-15 % of the population. Its main concern is to preserve the Status Quo at home and abroad. It favors change only if necessary to preserve its powers.
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............................NO POEMS
No
poems
for
this world
on
this day
of
empty P.O. Boxes
and
C.O.D. air.
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- I like the image of the world as forgotten by all, as waiting for a message that someone/something cares about it.
- It leaves a lot to your imagination.
- I like its simplicity, more images perhaps.
- Good rhythm. More poetic tension.
- Very different, but creative/imaginative.
- Probably the weirdess poem in the world, but I can relate to it.
- It makes me want to tear you into a hundred pieces and mail you C.O.D.
..................MARCUS' PORTRAIT
....I hate sentimental novels, but Marcus' mother really died.
....The entrance to our place was on the outside, up wooden stairs leading to a mini-porch, and through a screen door to a living room, then into two rooms, one of which was too small, and the other one on the way to the bathroom.
....Marcus lived next door. He was letting us borrow coffee cups from his garage. His father was famous because he'd made the sculptures in front of the library, on the little hill, where I was taking pictures, not even knowing they were by Marcus' father. Marcus was helping me write the credits for my film - I wrote them with purple crayon on the back of the house like graffiti, then shot them, but didn't use them, I wanted something slicker.
....Marcus was painting, and we were doing all kindsa things. There was also this lunatic who was following the girls and whistling after them, plus got inside their place. Even I saw him once. The house was packed. There was stuff belong to all of us. Two slept in the living room, two with a dog in the little room, and the two of us in the room on the way to the bathroom. I woke up and saw his pale face at the door. I thought I was sleeping, so I fell back to bed, but I got up right away. He was gone, but I knew he been there.
....Marcus was painting his mother's portrait. I didn't like the portrait. Marcus was letting us use his phone. When I was looking for my lost passport, I used Marcus' phone a lot. Once even my not-meant-to-be professor was visiting with Marcus. Once later he asked me what's happened with Marcus, since he used to be friends with the parents, and now the boy was all alone. Frank Paine's question surprised me.
....Marcus had black curly hair and blue eyes. He was, actually, a good friend, but who was noticing that then. I was cramming film theory.
....These weirdos lived downstairs. One of them was working himself to death, had an eagle-nose and moss for beard. He was a perfectionist and very delicate. We thought he was a virgin. The other one was even weirder. He was a regular guy, but always sorta smiling and tricky. At one point they had a fight, so they cooked every man for himself. Neither one ate your typical steak and veggies with milk.
....I think Marcus knew them, but no way I can remember what their relationship was like. We were using their phone, too.
Marcus didn't finish the canvas with his mother's portrait. They knew she was gonna die, but I wasn't taking that seriously.
....Later, Tori hung the unfinished portrait over the window, it fit nicely, but I still didn't like it.
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Just
how serious this activity can be is seen from the Black Happening
of the poet Josef Honys (1919-1969), who arranged a fake funeral for
himself as a "Mystification Event," invited his friends, and
then in fact
committed suicide unknown to the friends (23).
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________________
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Dialectical
materialism, in the heat of the day, draws a pickax from its raincoat.
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.........................SPIRAL JETTY
The
work "Spiral Jetty,"
which
is under water today,
achieved
mythical status.
The
jetty represents
a
work of art,
while
the
film
and
the
essay
accompanying
it
are
documentary-critical works.
Their
existence creates
the
context
for
"Jetty,"
and
in
a broader sense opens up the potential for this piece to function as a
work of art.
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Eternity’s a Five Year Plan:
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............................... LOVE
I
get up in the afternoon and light a cigarette which I’d quit long ago,
while still in Skopje.
It’s
some kinda midnight. I smoke and get high in half an hour.
I
watch MTV.
All
I want is to watch MTV.
I
smoke and get high.
I’m
most active after midnight.
My
life’s dream is to watch MTV.
I
watch MTV best when I get high and at night.
Sometimes
I drink. Beer or gin. Instead of smoking. MTV remains. A constant.
I
love MTV.
Sometimes,
somewhere in the background, a desire to describe my love for MTV sparkles.
Fortunately, that’s where it remains.
Huh!
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.........................NIGHT MISSION
Around
the battery there was barbed wire, and a guard behind it. The leader signaled,
and a partisan ran out of the column. With a knife, he accurately hit
the German, who fell down without a sound. With quick strides, they ran
to the wires, cut them and entered. Suddenly, a machine gun sounded. After
the general surprise, and after a few comrades’ deaths, everyone ducked.
The machine gun was mowing down.
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