A man comes in, his suit is crumpled
\nAnd there are thin-rimmed glasses on his face.
\nHe’s arguing with the emptiness, he’s crazy, he’s a wind.
\nThe thin-rimmed glasses quiver.
\nHis suit is crumpled, he argues quickly.
\nThe man comes in and fills the room.
\nThe man comes in, he’s been coming in for hours.
\nHis suit is crumpled. He argues too quickly.
\nHis glasses quiver, he’s an idiot, he argues.
\nHe’s a wind, he’s crazy, he’s coming in.<\/p>\n
Translated by Irina Osadchaja & Lyn Hejiinian<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Resistance with Mickey Mouse<\/strong><\/p>\n I got myself a gun Where are you wandering Pay your beeper But she’s not coming But Mickey and I load the cartridges again A peace envoy was sent here today Little by little the desert took shape nature?<\/p>\n I’ll sell my gun Translated by Ieva Auzina & H\u00c3\u00a5kan Bravinger<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Thieves<\/strong><\/p>\n Hello. We’re thieves from a small town hotel. <\/p>\n Truths<\/strong><\/p>\n I want to share simple truths with you; <\/p>\n Man with Woman<\/strong><\/p>\n Romance! Sheer Romance! They rushed aboard a steamboat; Translated by Kevin M. F. Platt<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n By Sergej Timofejev<\/strong>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":119,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[484,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-32341","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-maintenant","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32341","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/119"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=32341"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32341\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=32341"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=32341"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=32341"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nand fought back from the ninth floor
\nwhere Mickey Mouse is under my protection.
\nIt’s been nine rising moons
\nsince we became friends.
\nEvery morning he brings me cartridges
\nwe drink cocoa
\nthere is still just a little left in the big can
\nthat you bought at the flea market
\nwhen you put it on the floor you spilled a little.<\/p>\n
\nin the cold strident wind of crimes?
\nMickey Mouse is reading Robinson Crusoe
\nsitting on the couch
\nsurrounded by pillows
\nhis big ears \u2013
\nlike resistant radars.
\nWe decided
\nnot to ask to be forgiven,
\nin the kitchen while looking
\ninto mirrors we swore,
\nMickey Mouse said:
\nThis will be a jolly day!<\/p>\n
\nyour cell phone
\nyour cable-TV
\nbang-bang we shoot through newspapers
\nbut it is not really their fault and Mickey
\nMouse in a Mao T-shirt yells into the megaphone:
\nWhere did you go
\ncome back soon
\nthis will be a jolly day \u2013
\nplenty of backed potatoes and
\nlousy movies about
\nthe fact that everything passed by like
\na division of internal troops.<\/p>\n
\nthey give her presents
\nearrings with diamonds
\na new watch with a medieval dial.
\nEvery night somewhere in America
\nat the Japanese restaurant they
\nhave dinner at a table
\nsurrounded by faithful dogs
\nand a lilac page who faultlessly
\nconstantly strives to do his very best.<\/p>\n
\nwe created a transatlantic bulwark
\nin conditions of chaos and misunderstanding
\nwe are not afraid of Baal
\nwe are on familiar terms with cocoa
\nterritory of kindness.
\nYesterday the Spanish ambassador came on a visit
\nhe kept playing his violin for hours
\nwe lit a candelabra
\nbut it was still too dark for him \u2013
\nlast morning the electricity was shot down.<\/p>\n
\nsome super model
\nthat I intoduced to Mickey
\nthey approved of each other
\nI granted them the bathroom
\nlove must be moisture and in the shade
\nbetween Turkish towels
\nHer name is Candy
\nthe queen of scholarships.<\/p>\n
\nI was dreaming about somebody anybody
\nthere will always be a home
\nto look at
\nbut it was so nice here \u2013 without.
\nAnd suddenly we got up and walked
\nthrough a flat pink space
\nbut you in America
\nhad lobsters for dinner and felt sorry for<\/p>\n
\nno I’ll melt it on the stove
\nI let the drops of metal drip
\nI will give Mickey Mouse back
\nto Walt Disney & Co
\n(I can imagine his despair).
\nThere is nothing left in the cocoa can
\nmay be you will come back in September
\nthe prepared lobsters? on the plate
\n\u2013 finally got us.<\/p>\n
\nWe’re waiting for someone to get wasted,
\nOr maybe we’ll slip ’em a Mickey.
\nThen we’ll rummage through pockets,
\nTake the watch and wallet.
\nWe just like money a lot.
\nAnd everyone has their life goals.
\nI want a big house with enormous posters
\nOf Metallica on the walls. He wants a Hummer,
\nIn order to cruise down main street,
\nLowering the windows now and then
\nTo yell, \u201cFuck you and this whole town!”
\nHowever, our volume is pretty lousy.
\nWho ever comes out here? Just love birds
\nAnd sales reps for Swedish makeup.
\nWe clean their pockets with zero regret.
\nBut can you live on that kind of money?
\nWe live simply; rent a guest house;
\nRecently bought a Toshiba entertainment system;
\nBut there isn’t enough for a car.
\nAnd in the evenings, along snowy streets,
\nBeneath infrequent streetlamps there move
\nTwo bundled up figures. That’s us on the way to work
\nIn the hotel bar. The owner gets a cut.
\nAnd also, by agreement with him, we do a neat job.
\nWe don’t smash in faces or break ribs. And we deposit
\nThe unconscious on porches, not in the snow.
\nBasically, we’re getting ready to move to the capital.
\nWe know some people and, anyway, sometimes you want to live large,
\nYou know. Otherwise, at times, we’re left slipping eachother
\nMickeys and robbing eachother, just to stay in practice.
\nThen the \u201cvictim” wakes up with a hellish headache,
\nAnd the \u201crobber” is ready with a cold compress and strong
\nTea. In general, we’re getting by. Of course,
\nWe cannot reveal the name of the hotel or of the town itself.
\nQuite possibly, we won’t stay long.
\nJust don’t say it’ll be forever.<\/p>\n
\nReveal to you important things.
\nAlways open doors, step into elevators,
\nGo upstairs, move down corridors.
\nAlways get into cars, start the engine,
\nAnd if it’s winter, wait until it warms up.
\nAlways spend money, but sparingly,
\nAnd only occasionally spend everything you’ve got.
\nIn summer will be summer; fall will come in fall,
\nDon’t get flustered; don’t do anything that disgusts you.
\nGirls will become young women, and then you’ll notice
\nThem crossing the street holding little kids by the hand.
\nMen will glumly weigh the options
\nThen act according to circumstances, making mistakes often.
\nGovernments are made in order to fall;
\nShips \u2014 in order to glide beneath bridges.
\nNevertheless the lights on the other side of the river
\nWill never \u2014 just imagine \u2014 never go out.
\nBut if they are extinguished all the same, pack your bag;
\nTake only the essentials and leave the city as fast as possible.
\nYou’ll arrive in a new place, look around, lean up against a tree;
\nYou can light up, if you smoke, stand, think.
\nYou see, here too they drink evening tea and morning coffee,
\nCurse the mayor and hope things will change for the better.
\nAnd if there is a river and you see lights on the other shore,
\nIt means there’s something to cling to.<\/p>\n
\nBut the steamboat sounded the horn and became a train; they grab
\nThe emergency brake, but it’s a champagne cork; foam
\nOn hands, as if they’re swimming underwater, and then up comes
\nThe head captain who says: \u201cI’ve studied greying cliffs
\nOf fractured high-rises…” Must have swallowed a gramophone
\nAnd now he mutters and mumbles. But they weren’t there long.
\nThey rushed to kiss, rush and kiss; astounding eyes
\nThey have. Romance! Sheer Romance! They run into a huge city;
\nBuilding stands above gully, radio blares in gully,
\nAnd on the radio they’re saying: \u201cWe’ve closed all communications,
\nTarred over all thoroughfares and released into the sewers
\nRivers of gold!” Gee whiz! So they threw 500 matches in the gully
\nAnd ran on. Birds flying at them in low trajectory
\nGrape vines weave a symbol around them; the world’s deep basso
\nSings and moos. The earth moves luxuriously; wind licks at them,
\nLike a Londontown kitten. Yes, then they found a tinderbox,
\nAnd a vast treasure trove big as a nut, and spread their
\nChestnut tree bed, and went to sleep, exhausted from love,
\nMan with woman, Riga boy and Moscow girl.<\/p>\n![\"st1\"](\"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/12\/st1.jpg\")
\nABOUT THE AUTHOR<\/strong>
\nSergej Timofejev<\/strong> was born in 1970. He is a Latvian poet, visual artist, journalist, DJ, musician, member of the cultural group Orbita and co-organizer of the festival of poetic video World in Motion <\/em>in Riga. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"![\"sergej\"](\"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/12\/sergej-150x132.jpg\")
A man comes in, his suit is crumpled
\nAnd there are thin-rimmed glasses on his face.
\nHe’s arguing with the emptiness, he’s crazy, he’s a wind.
\nThe thin-rimmed glasses quiver.
\nHis suit is crumpled, he argues quickly.
\nThe man comes in and fills the room.
\nThe man comes in, he’s been coming in for hours.
\nHis suit is crumpled. He argues too quickly.
\nHis glasses quiver, he’s an idiot, he argues.
\nHe’s a wind, he’s crazy, he’s coming in.<\/p>\n