Viktor Neborak Biography

(rap performance by Kids of the Queenie)

1

I looked at her like at a thing
wanna be with her, man, one on one
wanna have her all, all night long
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(rap performance by Kids of the Queenie)

2

on the balcony you stand
like a mannequin
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(rap performance by Kids of the Queenie)

3

(crazy lady)
alone in the lilies you're walkin', walkin'
white tops wearin'
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The body of the deceased was found in a ditch
in the middle of a yard hung on
a hook and they buried him beyond the garden.
Fido's* hung himself — suicide-dog!
Fido's soul'll be hounded from heaven.
They'll tell him: "You didn't croak the way you should have!"
Then they'll lift him up by the tail and …

Fido's hung himself on his chain at night.
The real nightly R movie** — rat's viewers
sighing, wooing,
curling up, and love-making!

Fido's hung himself! Do you hear? — you!
Are you reading Leaves of Grass?
Marquez? Borges? Hesse? The I Ching? Ah?
Fido's hung himself! That's the change!

You're called a poet,
and he's — a dog.
A poem gnaws at you,
a chain — at him.
Someday you'll be a pro poetaster,
but Fido chose not meat, but the spirit!

How much can you bark at the moon?
How long can you wait for your paycheck?
How much can you scrape our backsides?
Forever?
Till death!
What a schizophrenic profession —
to tend chickens and goats
and send them off to be butchered?

The Constellation of the Dog
pierces through the earth and heavens!
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(a show in verse)

I. METRO FANTASY

Color is still not space you try anyway to hew through
this black night facets of light sparkle and a double
sits in the pane opposite the painted doll faded
a rapid line of movement saws his neck
an underground river dried up dinosaurs crammed together in the night
tusks bones broken mirrors voices of apparitions —
this is all the setting for a painting your neck is bleeding
and your head in the pane starts up and your head
through the thickness of a stone sea through a Dnipro River fish and block of ice
through libraries stacks burning a path for itself
a minute flies solemnly to a carnival explosion
its lips move with exertion: I-am-a-fly-ing-head
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