Braingame Poem by Eugenijus Ališanka

Before the future was better
Karl Valentin (from a display at the Hanover Fair 2000)

it is getting harder and harder to win I've got to relax
sit like li po with my legs bent under me
not think anything not kill anything not love anything
victory comes naturally the ball rolls slowly
into the gates of heaven I open my eyes gradually my future
is already here botticelli I am jealous your venus
won the miss greece contest and became monroe's great grandmother
I'm jealous of you too immanuel kant
the formulas of your pure mind are as perfect
as madonna's breasts I am jealous of you too einstein
winning happiness as you lose loving in hatred
and you adorno having earned yourself a future after the holocaust
and you father for having slept soundly in your youth
with your hair frozen in the blizzards of kola
my future is here already in the poem's hologram
in the evening june landscape
my body moves rhythmically as though making love
like riding the train slowing down then speeding up
do not think anything victory is near