Intro..                                                                             ...Back
Draw...                                                                             ..Along
Poems..                                                                             ...More



       Today is 10.11.2012: and: I have a serious feeling: that: I already said everything.
So: this will be the last Tabloid post: except that it wouldn't:



       In old Petržalka: we had a barber Čabaj: he was an old man: he cut: somewhere in the
bend: where grew out the peninsula "Grocery store"   :washed by the quiet curvature of that
time un-tourism. One and mysterious day: a door with a bell was suddenly opened: and Rasťo:
our dim neighbor: who was throwing on me: our own green apricots: shouted inside:    "Kokot
piča u Čabaja"*  :and left in the interior all this wonderful uproarious absurdity.
       But not because of that - since childhood       - I'm suffering some form of sudden:
sporadically sparkling coprolalia: but I guess because: it has never been used bad language
with us: and when someone cursed rudely - it was incredibly unbelievable  (Grandfather once
returned from outside: resentful as much as possible: when he saw a woman in the newsstand:
who "had a nude cunt"). For example: grandma's friend Ms. Heregová:    She always mixed her
exact descriptions of the surroundings with invectives - so jugglingly easily:     and with
visible and contagious enjoyment: that the conviction filled me right now   - she was doing
it a bit deliberately - she went there to swear a little - to that sweet Catholics   - and:
they were also delighted ⟲
       They are just words full of everyday life: like onions:     and spices for bread and
rice: and let the hypocrites wipe their clean mouths with spitted handkerchiefs.
       Until now: during this lifetime:     I have managed to collect some magnificent folk
verses: valued high by me: in no way contaminated by the disgusting pedantry:  what we call
the meaning: with pure eruptions of adorable imagination and full of true love of language:
and here are they: Kokot piča u holiča** (Beautiful absurd sentence:       that touches the
introduction.) Tralala: Tralala: vyskočila - zasrala***. (Thank you: Aunt Betka.)  :Keď som
išiel z Rajca: vybehli mi vajcá**** (But why? How?!) :Hviezdičky: hviezdičky:       vy malé
kurvičky*****  (This is not actually folk: Máriš devised it: as her only poem:    which was
created in a weak moment: from overpressure of emotions and sadness:    and it can be seen:
that: every person can create some art - the artists are just the greedier ones     - which
want a lot and again and again.)

*     The dick and cunt at Čabaj
**    The dick and cunt at barber
***   Tralala Tralala: she jumped up - farted
****  When I left Rajec: my balls ran out
***** The asterisks: asterisks       - you little whores.