Poetry, lately... What are the names of the colors of galaxies merging? What kind of beauty emanate colliding suns? Seas evaporate. Histories and arts unknown to man are thoroughly wiped out. Billions of billions of beings reduced to atoms for the sake of poets on an uninspired planet. reading l.c. & w.r. who the road & who the signs who the code & who the lines who the sketches who the plans who that matches little man who the stocks & who the shares who the shock & who the stares who the fires who the ban who that hires little man who the tales & who the book who the nails & who the hook who the adam who the cain who to speak and write in vain Dedication Sara name and amen i serve you in my verse i turn your sword in words your thighs your lies my lines Rocks Still, it's rocks that I admire most. These perfect beings make good tables and carry the temple the brothel alike. They wait for none and nothing, not even for a skull to break. No mineral will move for any mister, master, or magnificence (ladies the truth is diamonds have no friends). No stone will judge a woman, a poem or a man. And it's not the wall that's wailing. It's us, seven times us. Bio from 2020: Gerald Jatzek is a poet and musician from Vienna, Austria, who writes in German and English. He has published books for children and adults, short stories, plays for radio, and essays. In 2001 he got the Austrian State Prize for Children's poetry. His books have been translated into Korean and Turkish, his poems have appeared in anthologies and literature papers in a dozen countries. He has been involved in nonviolent political action for many years.
Fevers of the Mind 