WHY GET UPSET Poem by Srecko Kosovel

Why get upset?
Because the clock is broken?
The sun is setting.
The spirit collects impressions.
I search for moving images.
Facts drive art away.
Courage, lads, courage!
What you need
you get in suffering.
We drive away nationalism
with a choir of cats.
An eye looks for its image in water
There my spirit falls calm.



Silently soothing,
green is your love
like a waters' reflection.
H.P.



In a golden boat
I coast past the shady trees.
I am like an electric spark
jumping.
Laissez faire.
Why get upset
over the setting of the sun?
Let the whole world go to hell!
Nationalism is a lie.
The League of Nations a lie.



Sometimes, when I despair unto death,
I think of you, white girl.
All impressions are green.
So soothingly green
and good is your love
like the green reflections of water.
The spirit collect impressions.
Dead observation of lethargy…
An active spirit collects images.
Look back; forward!
Facts drive art away.
Courage, lads, courage.
I have the courage of three.
In the golden boat I coast.
Drawing from suffering
all that I need.