Leon GUNIN ---- English Poetry
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1. LIFE and DEATH
2. Abstractions
3. Monologues of Death
4. LULLABIES
5. THE_ONE
6. Backslashes
7. In Midst
8. Third Moon
Leon GUNIN
LIFE AND DEATH
IN BETWEEN
between birth and death
between death and birth
...distance?..
...gift?..
...energy?..
..............?..
...which ...can't be measured.
... ...can be taken away.
...which is both can and can not.
between you and me
between him and you
there is only darkness darkness darkness
and only fear in all eyes
NON-EXISTENCE
birth and death
two giants
they have stolen our free will
and that small miserable
carla between them
(penis between two legs)
he calls himself LIFE
i am calling him aging process
don't think don't act –
and you'll be younger then
stupidity and compromise
are your security idols-tools
more stupid you are
more aging process leaves you alone
between the past and future
between birth and death
we are squeezed
we do not exist
who can define
the miserable "present"
this illusion: "before the future
but after the past"
non-existence demands
less actions from you
less freedom less existence
and you are safe
respected
loved
honored
and will die
a honorable fool
PROCESS
i am calling LIFE
a process
designed
as the british law
to respond to any action
by contra-action
any of your action
causes a process
which is a small "life"
on dusty shelves
or in soulless computers
where spirits of bureaucracy
in their cages
are the engine
they processing you
your every step
your every cell
your every skin mark
your most confidential secrets
your most private sentiments
clerks without names
as colorless as the worms
they are eating you as worms
peace by peace
silently and heartless
have no love
no emotions
no talent
no brain
say nothing
want nothing
write nothing
they will not
will not cess-kill-pro you then
you have process without action
life without life
there is nothing to kill
AMNESIA
who remember
himself
as a fetus
as a cell
in another body
who remember
what was before
that another body
before
the first stream
of light
in his eyes
or first
breath of air
in his lungs
vigorous kings
on their thrones
or the arrogant riches
in their illusive wealth
who knows
who we are
who we were
who we going to be
this black sky with the stars
above us
with questions only
no answers
this black essence around us
which is called "society"
and kills the most talented
thinking animals
this black whole inside us
where the world is falling
little by little
this is the big AMNESIA
virtual cell
in the virtual prison
which is called "life"
1995 Montreal
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TWO VERSES
a
Whisper
the dark moon
of my
ethnologically
corrected desires
is not a satellite
of my existence
it forms an orbit
around
a milky
mysterious
object
a universal X
an object
of external nature
it rules
from its pedestal
in the Universe A
forcing to respond
the skeleton
of my soul
and probably yours
too...
b
Roofs of Mind
ivory thoughts
irony bells
projection of my thoughts
on the screen
one city
another one
there is my life
my whole life
countries and cities
the blue sky
some clouds
hands and eyes
people
my beloved ones
and music
my friends' voices
from the TV screen
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Leon GUNIN
ABSTRACTIONS
a circle of verses
abstractions
two categories of things:
ones that we eat and use -
and the abstractions
first is immanent
second is life
life lays between extremes
like birth and death
known and unknown
love and hatred
abstractions are useless
as life itself
we are just because
without paying anything
just receiving existence
for free
a cheap thing is not the best one
it's useless
like abstractions
balance
world is balance
and balance is world
if here is frost
there is heat
if i say "left"
he says "right"
there are no good actions
unpunished
and bad actions
not confronted by good ones
any movement
has a counter-movement
any achievement
has its black side
certainly balance is death
the static of death
because balance is a prevention
of corruption of the inner plan
hostages of uni-dimensional time
we know that if here is a beginning
there is always an end
birds
birds of unknown
thoughts are flying
in inner sky
the day is red
in the midst of mountains
of the internal realm
nothing happens
only deep deep silence
without any desire
however birds are flying
even without thinking
just hanging in the air
it means that their host-mind
is a reflection
of unknown
a bird itself
poetry
there were poets
pound and eliot
and there were poets
like academic worms
if sun becomes sun
moon becomes moon
however it never happens
in real life
people love comfort
and there are shining for them
false moons and false suns
24 / 7 / 12
morrison
bad taste is always a winner
there is no room for light in the light
if everything flashes
we will not see each other again
he was ambitious
however not an arrogant snob
not a jerk simply a genius
in this world only self-esteem matters
he came with an auto-technician's tool
to a molecular laboratory
reorganizing atoms
by his pain-and-love heart
the only american who did it
passengers
we are passengers
everything is transitional
supplanters for somebody imaginary
temporary recruit
logic is so obvious
does it obviously logic
initial item is known
also destination
always in transition
no time left beyond
nothing happens in transition
nothing important
nothing more important
then departure and arrival
no personal belongings
are allowed on board
for us passengers
a peak
a peak is an overlapping dimension
when our dimension is full
the energy spatters its strips
into another one
one that's better
vascular blood and sandal tree
are the witnesses of this mountain
like you and me
and one mysterious substance
January 2003, Montreal
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Lev GUNIN
MONOLOGUES
OF DEATH
CORRUPTION OF WORDS
don't say
worms are crawling about me
scrabs are scrabbling my face
stumps decaying..... stinking.....
don't say it now
people are stone-deaf
my worms are men without faces
my enemies are crawling about
no limbs to throw them down
scrabs of misery have covered my life
adam's grandchildren are blinded
this age is an age of jackal
rats' and jackals' muzzles
entertain crowds
from the mass fun-fairs
of the dreams' corporations
words have been extinct
faceless people
are marching in files
against me
against us
their name is legion
ichor covers the world
ASSOCIATION
for others
death is a coffin catafalque black cloths
for me death is just lack of space
will follow me even AFTER
sixpence will not be found for funeral
i will be lamented for by two-three friends only
mother -- wife -- children
and nobody else
my body would be burned in a stoker like a billet
sealed up in its dreams
tests forms worlds infinities
i'll leave for "another world" like mozart not salieri
in our narrow apartment
where we all nestle deprived of space
even a meter will not be gained after me
only emptiness will be left from cogitation
tabernacle filled by light -
my soul - will burn in a horror stoker
love compassion dignity daring of pain
all will burn
an euthanasia because of an incurable ailment
contagious love for mankind
BEHIND GLASS
people... they are behind glass
across the street from me
at the corner
i see their happy faces
their well-groomed hands
i can't hear the voices
they are seating in cafes
approaching in cars
spending dollars in casinos
cuddling with my whole body
perching my forehead nose and hands
i'm looking at them through the glass
nobody takes me (as if i was blind)
across the street
nobody takes me through
only when i sleep
i live at the opposite corner
and someone is staring at me through that edge
MORES CUIQUE SUI FINGUNT FORTUNAM
as a biblical servant who refused to multiply money
i'll be punished prematurely before fortune's conviction
i am sleeping on stones my couch is cheaper then pallet
it is crashing my bones flatten my kidney violates liver
books on paper i can not afford. -- a primitive monitor
darkens my vision abc's letters became undistinguished
rucksacks with purchases from cheapest groceries
are breaking my back to ten or maybe twenty pieces
my enemies torment me by cruel tortures
disintegrating me tearing small pieces
no purpose friends (my enemies) all for nothing
the smallest mainspring the strongest in me is unbreakable
you're removing the burden from my soul discharging nacelle
the balloon will get up you'll not catch it you'll not posses it
KNOWLEDGE
if you heard that the knowledge has ten lines in total
this is wrong because knowledge has ten of its likenesses
if someone has collected a sea of hyperbolas
this is wrong because knowledge is more then a metaphor
if he found an adequate word for the meaning
this is just an illusion a finesse a gimmick
knowledge is fate of schubert bach and beethowen
knowledge is the grave of mozart
knowledge is milton's pharos in darkness lining by verses
fugitiveness of villon curse of berg and bartok
all these jugglers of words magicians phonemes' trickers
inside invented by someone wiredrawn restrictions
opulent in all twelve different meanings
do they worth van gogh's ear chopin's nostalgia
tragedy of ivaszkiewicz's disagreements?
knowledge is socrates' prize for all he did for athens
this is byron's death and musorgsky's wealthiness
this is yoke of eliot kafka shevchenko
this is oem silhouette and mayakovsky's famous letter
no value with your puffy achievements
elitarian poses of the arrogant snobs
death will bag your knowledge as spikes
death will burn them disperse them in windy air
nothing will be left from your bogus achievements
memory about them will be erased your elitism will glow
only experience of transparent will stay forever
of those who were naive for your "wisdom"
experience of the great will stay
non-destroyable part of those who searched for meaning not knowledge
will stay: experience - source of knowledge
January, 2003. Montreal
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Leon GUNIN
LULLABIES
To David PATASHINSKY
"To a Master Higher Then Myself"
beetle
wet curls of air drifting from sunday
cathedral columns refilled by fume
non-packed present __its threat to tangent
colorless phantom's lips
these all are my senses
(non-induratable on realm's table-cover)
where will send them a denoting finger?..
space's thoughts are stunningly soulless
a wind is sweeping dust from empty corks
concerning the future
a TV-screen's prophet
is absolutely sterile
it won't happen
there is nothing under the sun
requital (reprisal)
__ failed to separate
it whispered
movement of waves
there is no room for fingers
in your head
they are on your back
plasticine mothers
parents of forms
what's laying on his window
is a brick of plasticine -
a substantive reality
actualizing a self-existence
weep about what did not come true
your eyes are effluencing
by creasing tears
malax them
roll up a corpuscle
here it is -
the self-sufficiency
faded lamp erases colors
sleep
project
turtleous
crocodileous hippopotamus
been crossing the street
on red light
a belch
of a reticule caterpillar
knocked him down
at full speed
elephant was ambulanced
to a hospital
waiting online is a single
he has four faces
one is hangable on a chairback
_____amen
line _____ eating its tail
dawning
and you're still not sleeping
go sleep
bread
in front of a bakeryhouse
an umbrella of mouths
wide opened
to eat everything
a black hole
consumes a prophesy
faces are glued
by black cauldrons
of mouths
ellipses are absorbing the bodies
black-eyed myth
sizzls through the eye-apple-mouths
fall asleep
open eyes - you -
like gunpoints -
spitting death
a tower
a tower
and a point
a small
and a big
it's dawning
a mountain swallowed a mouse
a point decomposed a tower
don't eat the green
will nibble
small piggy-bank
it's desperately bright
shadows are like pyramids
i've been coming here 2 days in a row
my newly-formed baalamb
with a drop-slot put on preparedness
a piggy-bank has a drop-slot on her back
your drop-slot is in your tender perineum
piggy-wiggy-bank for male seed
hoovered during last sunday
convolution of your frizzles
are whimsier then those of your brain
nature has many talents
as long as you live
you keep learning by mistakes
committed by others
everything's boring
my legal spouse's wisdom
came to an equinoctial balance
with the platitude of a moon-faced lap-dog
living in a well-maintained flat
in addition "merci mon amour"
speaking out with a heavy english accent
an image of few nickels for a parking-meter
is sufficient to pay for accommodation
see ya tomorrow
gyre (spiral)
everything bent in half to half
at a skiing resort
a girl of ambiguous age -
her double head -
was pushed into talking
while speaking
the head has cracked
through the centre
in the middle of a word
uncovering a bearable brain
with little green eyes
the brain has begun to speak
in a low contralto
rich friend's helicopter
has been slowly falling
at the barricaded structures
there were no semi-drunks
at the tennis court
a meteorite went through the racket
landing like a ball on the carpet
yellow mould of enzymes
bent in as small ropes
a spiral
falling asleep
dear compatriots
planetians in the thousandth generation
take a deep breath
keep your eyes peeled
buon jiorno! my dears
plump your pillows
we're leaving on a journey
aboard an ATV of love
take a nap snore while it's not shaking
till next station
till next civilization
sweet dreams!
August, 2001. Montreal
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August, 2001. Montreal
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Leon (Lev) GUNIN
OBLITERATION
___ (THE ONE)
this powerful crescendo of the night storm
this magic of drops in nowhere
only you must know something about it
you THE ONE
the oblitier
wet pavements full of tears from the sky
dizzy windows from picasso paintings
they are shadows in your eye
shadows of chinese theatre
reflections in non-organic brain-creation
when blood from the wound of the horizon
will gradually chew blue spherical background
you will be writing the code of the next day
this very skeleton of universe
obliteration
August, 2003. Montreal
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Lev (Leon) GUNIN
BACKSLASHES
poetry circle
1
rust and covey to the angle
where all of us born
thirsty as mango
(second warning)
been as glad as you were
(armoire and lances)
willingly there
are you an angel?
third village riding
(last warning - backslash)
where are you hiding?
pick up nuts bones ash
leaves as yellow as purple
rural road to the ocean
tortured by vulture
(slow motion)
dust and mountains
sun ... empty ... hopeless
i am my fortress....
and dot is my hostess.
3
close your eyes
can you see your smile?
days are mice
go sleep awhile
day after day
your cartoon escape enzyme
yellow or gray?
fane or gym?
don't listen to me
i am thirsty and sharp
my eyes are blades
i'm a wolf or shark
this winter i'm a bear
awaken from sleep
i'm a grizzly or a panther
i'm a weep after weep
tell me: you're still alive
grass is your bed
take 'way this knife
live or dead
3
price is priceless
life is death
you're a princess
i'm your dad
i'm a northman
my face is ice
my kingdom worth me
my LIME SURPRISE
wind is windy
dark and wet
you are wendy
i'm your dad
princess wendy
come closer kid
roars are random
sit a bit
sit with your father
read a tale
where are others?
don't worry hey!
storm is over
waves are still
who's your rover
what you feel
you're not in a hurry
we still have time
eternity's hurting
and bitter lime
4
the beach was empty
sea waves like glass
the sand like brandy
under us
all dreams are nothing
be welcomed day
i'm your brother
you sister kay
good morning sister
let's take a bath
you're not a twister
you're alphabet
i'm reading all you
letter by letter
i love and i suite you
better and better
no measure escapes us
i swear it's endless
all drops are wrath
because love is death
November, 2003. Montreal
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