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Чарджуйных дынь золотое темя
И снежная мяхкоть
Медоле-е-ейным запахом пчелу увлечет
- Жь - ж - ж - !..
И жук засохший шушерой шевелится
И мышь, оса, жужжалки,
И ящер криволапый ис - под тюльей кельи
Шершавым язычком уж тащится на медососье!
И дыню все облапили как тетеньку!
В полях поляжет полдень жаркий
И все жуют нежай-й-йшие плоды
И не страшат лучей нарывные булавки!..
1926
The charmchurian golden pate of melons
And snowy pulpness
The honey-ey-unc-unctious scent carries away the bee
-Zzzhh - zhh - zhh!..
A dried beetle like riff-raff stirs,
A mouse, a wasp - a’humming and buzzing,
The bow-pawed pangolin from under the monkcell tulle
Drags its little horny tongue towards honisuckeland!
The melon like a lady pawed all over!
The hottest midday lies down in the fields,
And they all chew the love-lee-ist of fruit,
So unafraid of its absessive boiling pins!..
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Greetings, A. Kruchonykh
01:17
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хырр быр рута!
фута
ы - чар - дыла
афта ху - та!
хуша
цянь эй тал бянь!
хю - тал - ла ала - лал!
лю - дан
вары - да
ю - лю к - да
е я ни
йох - да!
йо - кю - да!...
гюль!...
1923
Hirr birr roota!
Foota
Oeh – charr – deela
Afta hoo – ta!
Hoosha
Tsan ay tal bian!
Hiu – tal – la alla – lal!
Lew – dan
Varih – da
Yu – lew kh – da
Yeah ya nih
Yokh – da!
Yoh – qoo – da!..
Goohl!...
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Onwards! P.Kokorin
02:07
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Конь
Тих,
Тронь
Лих,
Тронь
Чуть,
Конь -
В путь.
Мой
Друг,
Гой
В луг,
Гой,
В степь
Мой
Вепрь.
В сок
Трав
Скок
Правь,
Скок -
Лет
В сок
Мед.
Там,
Здесь -
Сам
Взвесь;
Сам
Знай:
Там
Рай
Steed is
Calmness,
Touched is
Reckless,
Reigned and
Bound,
Steed -
Mount!
Hoi,
My friend,
Neigh,
Roar,
Into
Meadow,
My wild
Boar,
Into
Nectar
Of
Grass,
Gallop,
Govern,
Years
Pass,
Into
Nectar
Of
Mead,
To the steppe,
My steed!
Here,
There -
You
Consider
But
Know -
There’s
Eden
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.я ли тебе та ли.../Василий Каменский
Я ли тебе та ли
Не вон энтакая
На семой версте мотали
Переэнтакая.
Харым - ары - згал - волочоночный
Занеси под утро в сердцо
Окаянной разлюбовницы
Нож печоночный.
am I for you am I.../Vasily Kamensky
Am I for you am I
The one not that anyone
Seven miles we dangled unwound
Be the damned one!
Hokey-dokey - oxpierceyed - dark
At dawn to the heart quiver
Of that cursed unloved
Knife for slicing live
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Какофонию душ
Ффрррррр
Моторов симфонию
Это Я - это Я -
Футурист-песнебоец
И пилот-авиатор
Василий Каменский
Эластичным пропеллером
Взметнул в облака
Кинув там за визит
Дряблой смерти-кокотке
Из жалости сшитое
Танговое манто и
Чулки
С панталонами
Cacophony of souls
Vrrrrrrm!
Engines’ symphony
This is me - me me
Futurist-singerfighter
And pilot-aviator
Vasily Kamensky
Elastic propeller
Flung to the clouds
I cast and pay
For my short stay
To old coquettish death
Out of compassion
A tangoish-style coat
Out of fashion,
A pair of stockings
And suspenders
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Flyana. V.Gnedov
02:46
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I am flying upwardly up green shoots,
I am winging upwardly through verdureness
To my watch at the Flying House perched alooft,
My hands under knee-joints held in tight hold,
On ward the sentry clocks round around.
Eyes have no sleep wide dreamless no close,
Gauzy shroud swaddles shimmering bloomspires
With its flyflower summery doze.
I am upwarding flying the wings!
I am upwarding!..
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Flyinoff. V.Kamensky
03:23
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Over Sadlands flowing flying
I perform my flyaway
Fleely vanish on the winglight
Openwingly out of sight
I make off to distant camp-sites
Red hot scorched meteorite
My incessant motor rumbling ride
With my wingy flighty song
Forehead burning weather beaten
Hits the sky and feels no wrong.
Air so airy
So volatilight
Swooping ace in bracing mood
Shout at eagles
Feels so good.
Oi! Out of my way!
With the attentiveness of a goshawk, with the intention
To observe the clouds in alert concentration,
Smiling at the bears-Egyptian vultures, pigeon-toed,
As they walk away towards their lairs along the road,
Having gorged at the cow’s udder and its heart cavity,
Where shall I search for god’s graceful charity?
Flyinocean, Flyinocean
Shiny metal quivering
Flapping vigorously in one motion
Booming airships give us wing.
By inspiring winged bounties we are being served.
The wings like red swans’ necks-snakes are curved
In the shiny reflections of the vast valley,
Of the mountains’s breasts, of the earth’s belly.
We shall flyrise, reprise, winghaste
And spit down on the inhuman race.
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My prayer. V. Kamensky
01:34
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Lord
Have mercy upon me
And forgive me
For I was on the airplane
I was flying.
Now I am lying
Here in the ditch in the gutter.
Let me silently grow like nettles
And utter
AMEN
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Grumbling spurs break into dance,
Trumpets, drums twist and whirl,
Clanging tanks spin tripping barns,
Wild drums
Into dance.
Torrid sphere downed in flames:
Garments made of greenery, yellowry, bluery, redry
Turn into stormy florid flowery.
Trumpet-dancer, whistle down your piping!
Wave, sisters,
Trumpet fables
Into life full of rage full of clanging!
Dance in pairs in pairs in pairs,
Swing left elbow ticklish,
Skip right wild in spurs
Ground atomish
In pairs in pairs
Behind the barns under the fences
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Everyone is young and younger,
Stomachs rumbling from hunger.
You who march behind my back
Stick together keep on track!
I make this war-cry ---
Eat or die!
We shall swallow plants and stones,
Sweets of sorrow, poisoned bones!
We shall gobble the sea-bed,
Hollow heights which lie ahead,
Birds, beasts, rotten logs,
Salt, wind, marshy-bogs!
Everyone is young and younger,
Stomachs rumbling from hunger.
The stomach knows what is best -
What it finds, it digests
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Aychk
Horskates th-wack
Strnggg
Destine washed off
Carrid innard
Swallowed beads
Wheelless
I am lying – terrible –
Like a white rubber boot –
Milkless
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Oh! Oak - white - blaze
Imperis rise upgaze
Brush in overleaf thoughts - lance
Chime of rollicksing trace dance
Spitspeckled foliage into Dove
Scurged skies flashed into leafage
Ah! Oaks - whitehares - rusthairs
Hark pipes bristle
Oaky boughy whistlairs
Oh! Oak - white - white
Brush of pipes on roadside.
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Meine Heart. V. Kamensky
02:55
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No more meine heart to be
Crystal brittle melancholy,
Your melodious sounds wearily,
Sweet sacared distantly.
Meine heart is again my little one,
Like a twig floats by the tide of the ages,
Floats playishly like a very young one.
I am the poet and you are my poetress.
Meine heart - ball - toy
Meine heart - chitchat - chitchoke
Meine heart - girl - boy
Play sing for the wee folk.
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Tears dropple off rowantreems lo -
Horsanna grinning in undersleeve.
Fall you all silent, impious scoffoul!
With my eyes I painted my brain’s hem,
With the beasts drunk hawkry honk-honk -
My foot through the sun splashes plonk.
Rolls down the steep slope the crutch of the middle,
Unwaitedly yellow are mop-headed leaps,
Dived by its tail is the playgue graveyard,
The mare’s greyhair beats at the temples,
Eating shale’s tongs the sorrower weeps,
And the mountains raised heigh their arms sld.
Little wing father pebble of sorrow -
Snitched the rainbow of an eye.
I wear out the leaper of the steel finger -
It will jump back into my sleeve
And the berry of the sentry no painsounds -
I am riding over the stale mounds
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I greasened the hay with ointmets
Tortaw incredimeasurable
Blackish shadowall phrases
Nervetruesly rolling
By pouring by hightness
Mouth ‘ollow mouth started
Po-ems pitismall muttearing
Fussen mumblis changius
Mutterout howelout worenout
Mutterdout is the genius
That is it
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Claspers forge their black swords,
Kickers muster
Crack troops,
They gather, they cluster
For a long march
For a dark march.
Taking stronghold of roads
Their swords
Shall not fear hot stoves and candles,
Shall they handle
Heavy sheepskin,
Sturdy net,
ten
Lights are burnt by guffawmen.
Hundreds of beasts
With their sharp claws
Tear apart iron monsters, mockers,
File and strip
And bang out off inside,
Old Believers,
With fire from pokers.
They have no shame,
Road-hogs turned their buttocks
To the left side,
At random drove over
Shady lamppost into deep trench.
Roofs ring, rules stink rules’ stench.
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The udderly nanny-goat’s milchcream
Giftgaved to ownears the meadows!
Meadows - ows!
Meadows - ows!
Meady verdern stalklets
Rootsurped running the race.
Race - ace!
Race - ace!
Sugery goatic medic
Whirlac frothstumped the call.
Call! Oh!
Call
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Autumn. P. Kokorin
02:08
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No more
Laugh,
Autumn…
Tough!
I can fear
In here:
God’s
Rain
Beats
Through,
Knocks at
The sodden
Roof,
Ties
Bend,
Get
Weak…
Shaking,
Dancing,
Sighs are
Meek…
Wind
Whistles,
Wind
Seeks,
Happy
Finds
And
Weeps…
Lime-
Trees,
Day
Dreams,
Sobbing
Willow,
Tears on
Pillow.
Crooked
Trees
Dance,
Roll,
Wave,
Destroy,
Then
Fall.
Feels
Empty,
Feels
Sick,
Weird,
Sad!
Autumn…
Tough!
No more
Laugh…
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Golden hungry dragrain,
Colden youthness: annunciation, wax.
Errr, right - moloch: drag on!
The cart crawled out nearby.
You, old devil, turn round!
Cut it shorter, scabmaster, mind the coffins!
Coal black is the cart and like bones
The black cities are
And the roads, my dear dearist,are dirrrty
And the people are horned and terrible!
Are we not, father, putrid to rot!
And it goes whining and squeaking:
Rightowelllll!
The cart and the cartman
And the blackbone cities -
Up to the hill to perish in hell!!!
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Crested larks are coming out in grace,
Twisting talons in feathery embrace.
After giving you a taste of strangers’ laws,
Squeezing sunnlight in their claws,
Feather-grassly horses hobble orf.
Tongues laid over verge…
Maybe it was me in transit on Uranus,
Maybe long ago…
The noose is left now for the mare.
There were legs and heart,
There were
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Oflustrelessunlighdimlonging
thequailwhiskourselywheezes
Greenwithabusiflaxelluminaspen
redsicklepiercusbanwomantoad
Hazelcurlsovertreebirchimesing
rehashsongsoarawaylikethesun
We’rethoughtobethefools
butwefools’rebetterthanthecleverones
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DEATH TO ART
Fifteen Poems
Poem 1.
GROANZA
Bitter Blaze – Ashes to Soul.
Poem 2.
GOATHOOD
Bulbousbell Goatslee – Saylilac. Sun Stealness.
Poem 3.
WAXWINGZA
Breekenache - Patoaisthmus..…Mossaic – Soundherder.
Poem 4.
THE LECHER OF STEEPGRIEF
Saddimly – Waxwingsit. Allforgiveme.
Poem 5.
GOMISSING
I’ll understand it – I’ll get it – take my Soul.
Poem 6.
ROBOCAT
Carp! ah-vi-ka. Carper! – ah-vill-doh.
Poem 7.
GREENTARZA
Curlits – Heighst Morals.
Poem 8.
RUMBLETH
Thread Silvering – Yokereasoning. Eyebrows.
Poem 9.
THE BELLBOUS GRIEFCLIFF
Booh. Booh. Booh.
Poem 10.
HERE I AM
Unbounded.
Poem 11.
A’SINGING
Ooooh –
Poem 12.
YESTERDAY IS FALLING
My little brother is 8 – Little Peter.
Poem 13.
Goadar.
Poem 14.
Y
The Poem of the END (15)
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The charmchurian golden pate of melons
And snowy pulpness
The honey-ey-unc-unctious scent carries away the bee
-Zzzhh - zhh - zhh!..
A dried beetle like riff-raff stirs,
A mouse, a wasp - a’humming and buzzing,
The bow-pawed pangolin from under the monkcell tulle
Drags its little horny tongue towards honisuckeland!
The melon like a lady pawed all over!
The hottest midday lies down in the fields,
And they all chew the love-lee-ist of fruit,
So unafraid of its absessive boiling pins!..
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ZGA Saint Petersburg, Russian Federation
The experimental Russian band ZGA was founded in 1984. The leader of the band Nick Sudnick explores the limits of sound using the elements of noise, industrial, avant-rock, traditional and classical music. He developed the unique sound objects called zgamoniums. His latest visionary project "24 Rush Hours" represents a series of operas and this massive piece of work is still in progress. ... more
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