Primož Čučnik Poems

Pick up castaway skates and glide
across frozen pavements.

Point-blank honed, cut into the surface
and let the legs with the skates be one.
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My friend is an existentialist. He collects china
and Japanese teapots. You get the best cup of tea at his place.
Steeped to perfection. It may not be a true ceremony
but in our drinking, when we sit around the table,
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Forgive me for being so inconsiderate
praise from the people close to you matters most
love is a rushing homeland on a bicycle
and war only frightful news on people's tongues
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Boy, where are you skating, in your anger
you have lost your bearings.

There is a universe attracting you
and your skates take leave of the ground.
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Will you always skate alone.
Will your skating pay off.

Skater, the music blusters out of silence
stronger,
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I'm sure you absolutely have to
trust imagination and the tracks
that language takes in pathlessness.
It probably knows. In any case,
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First song speaks of the old way
of life. How things were set
in the beginning and how it was clear where
they should end or outlined begin again
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Does it mean for you what it means for me,
this air I breathe and/or water I drink
and/or language I speak and so on?
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Not what it really was but how
it was written. In stars and shifts
in traffic in desolate houses, and big cities.
Jesus is the true answer for all the troubles, preachers
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