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Ekaterina Andreeva - Alexandra
01:02:15
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i fell
fell to bits
to pieces
doctors
sewed
my hands on
where my legs
were
sewed my
eyes on
instead of
ears
my teeth
in place
of hands and
I wandered
the streets
like this
saying hello
to people
like this —
buying potions
from the drowned
fisherman —
selling poisons
to the hanged
maid
treating a shattered
boy with honey
cookies
that woman
she sat
in the market
asked
for water
made presents
of salt
to bypassers
strangers
she had long
tentacles
for hair
sticky unruly
she begged
„stop
scaring
passersby“
she begged
„stop
weaving
perdition“
but they disobeyed
they were screaming
murder squealing
and their
scream was disturbing
the dead
„not the time“
they kept saying
„now is not
the time
to officiate
rains“
they said
the deceased
i fell
fell
to pieces
to bits
doctors
came
sewed
my legs on
to where my
belly was
reattached
eyelids
instead of lips
replaced
my tongue
with one
of the eyes
I wandered
the streets
like this
saying hello
to people
like this —
and that
mother she sat
in the square
with two
boys born
eyeless
telling them
of
the sea
of
the sky
of
the forests
and they
listened
their mouths
open
and there
they were
instead of
teeth —
the sea
and
the sky
and
the forests
and their childish
penises
covered
in scales
penises
with venomous
fangs
reached out
to their faces
and bit
and the boys
falling slowly
asleep spelled
doom to the city
prophesied
fires and
downfall and
famine and
then ceased
to listen
once more
to their mother
telling them of
the sea
and
the sky
and
the forests
i fell fell
to bits fell
to pieces
doctors
they sewed
my hair on
in place
of my breasts
reattached
fingers instead
of ribs
nipples instead
of knees
i wandered
the streets
like this
saying hello
to people
like this —
and the wind
was blowing
maleficent
wind
carrying
odor
of the future
infirmaries
shimmering
wind
threshing me
with its frosts
and i saw
this wind
breathing
not like a wind
like a demon
of harm
and death
saw it embracing
virgins
from behind
exposing their
breasts
exposing their
thighs
saw it kissing
their lips
covering them
with shiver
unknown before
saw it
entering
their bodies
and planting
its poisonous
seed
planting
its poisonous
seed
in your daughters‘
wombs
planting
its poisonous
seed
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I have left
for a distant
land
of red sounds
into the earth
of ailing colors
into the realm
of torn up smells
under the sky
that holds no
water
under the earth
that has no
sky
under the water
where there is no
earth
to the realm
where
even
emptiness
does not exist
I the disgraced
Queen
who has
sacrificed
her life
for the sake
of earthly
love
for a man
summer
in my homeland –
and hounds
in sleep are flying
the moon
waning
mad
possessed
scribbles
for me
the news
on the crumbling
furniture
of the palace:
gold
an omen
of parting
silver
an omen
of sorrow
the purple
the usual
omen
of death
summer
in my homeland
cramped up
all furniture
should have long
been covered
with cloth
stifling
the dead
should have
long
been carried out of the room
it is dark
the dishes
should have
long
been buried –
earth
is bleeding
in a cup
summer
in my homeland –
angels
in sleep
are howling
Heracles
will not come
I do not believe
the oracles
here
I shall remain
and shall wake up
twenty-five
centuries
later
in a common
grave
of a common
woman
clad in common
clothes
and
shall die
a common
death
following
the prescribed
50 minutes
of agony
and
I shall be
the disgraced
Queen
who has sacrificed
her life
for the sake
of earthly
love
for a man
and
all shall be forgotten
and
all shall be forgotten by you
and
all shall be forgotten by you forever
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I
walk
my arms
keep growing
soon
blood-carrying branches
will crop up
on them
owls
will perch on those branches
and puff
into my eyes
I can
hardly
see you
the living
walk
too fast
I
walk
behind
you
my arms
keep growing
soon
they will blossom
with mammalian flowers
worms
will eat those flowers
and
will cough up my blood
I can
hardly
hear you
the living
forget
too soon
I
walk
behind
you
step after step
my arms
keep growing
soon
carnivorous berries
will ripen
on them
the wicked
will drink
the juice of the berries
they will think
I am
the tree
of Eden
the dead
have
no voice
turn around
I am
your
wife
for the rest
of our
death
look
at me
and
you
go
on
I‘ll
stay
here
forever
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4. |
Alina Gorina - Epicasta
45:01
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can you
hear me?
with a shard
of an antique
mirror
that comes from
the royal palace
of Thebes
my former
home
I
slash
my
belly
cold it is in Hades
husband of mine
enter me
to exit
as my father
can you
hear me?
with my finger
I write
in blood
on the walls
of my
cell
with my finger
I write
from the inside
of my
dried
skull
I look
at you
through the windows
of the hollows
that
once
held
my
eyes
cold it is in Hades
father of mine
enter me
to exit
as my son
can you
hear me?
I tear
bed sheets
wipe off
the blood
and
weave
a ladder
to heaven
I rip out
my
womb
and raise it
in my hands
before
you
I fear
neither blood
nor pain
nor the wrath of gods
the dead
know not
fear
cold it is in Hades
son of mine
enter me
to exit
as my god
can you
hear me?
each
day
I ready myself
for a long
journey
I dye
my
hair
with chalk
cut the skin
of my
face
with
iron rods
cover
myself
with a shroud
throw a noose
over
my
neck
put
a coin
in my mouth
and
stand
before
you
cold it is in Hades
god of mine
enter me
to stay there
forever
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