2023.08.01. 11:52, Sniffany
"Akartam írni, hogy "Parts of you are not yours" – this part is art. Ez a te (p)ar(t)s poetica-d. Zseniális." - Sniffany
Ahol a magyar származás az irodalmi angollal találkozik a kortárs káosz alkotás teremtő erejével. Az a multilinguális nyelvhasználati szint, ahová még Sniffany-nak is fejlődnie kell. Ez itt a bakELIT art-cult, only for the occult <3
....a többieknek ez már túl bonyolult.
Love letters to Beloved Cities – Pt. 1
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As soon as I’d arrived to meet you for the first time, I’d left you almost immediately.
Parts of you are not yours, but independent elements bound to your proximity.
I had not even gotten to know you, whereupon I’d realized, suddenly:
I’d never even known me.
Just like that, I was thrust, inadvertently, into a whirlwind of proclivity.
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Two-thirds of the year you are cruel; battering me with inequity.
That latter third though. Heh,
I became ensnared by magical prophecy.
With no chance for respite or recourse, I resolved never to resign myself to destiny.
“Rather than submit to thy dominance, I choose oblivion!”
You are so near, and yet still: so far away.
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What then, I wonder, draws me back to you,
Again and again,
Interminably?
Is it your calm assertiveness? A kind of minimalist, orderly beauty?
Or is it the wildness hidden underneath your skin,
Not even a veneer, simply: translucency?
That peculiar way you have civilized your noble savagery?
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You are so near, and yet still: so far away.
And vast distances are difficult to traverse, with many a danger
Along the way.
But in your stead, I wouldn’t be surprised, should I suddenly
Appear again and again, having made my foray.
Until such time, do me a favour and never change, ma chérie.
AJÁNLOM AZ OLDALT
