never let me go

„Being with you and not being with you is the only way I have to measure time.”



the underappreciated mandalay

The Chernobyl that nobody wants

„At this point it is worth making yet another digression. By the time the authorities started on enlarging the exclusion zone and moving people out of ever wider circles away from the reactor, it became clear that the evacuation was not temporary but permanent. People started to ask to be resettled as a whole village or at least as a street in a new place of settlement. They did not wish to be separated and scattered among several families, so as not to mix strangers with strangers. The authorities did not listen. They „resettled”, or rather scattered people from 415 villages in the „zone” among thousands of villages and towns across Belarus and so dispersed the memories of these people and any memory of their existence… Yet each village is unique in itself, an authentic and inimitable world with its own traditions, legends and linguistic features. Each village has its own names for places in the locality, for distinctive natural features, streams, headwaters and fields… After twenty-five years no one has got around to collecting the heritage of Chernobyl or to setting up an all-Belarusian museum of the villages that have perished and been lost.

The fact that the authorities made no concessions to the evacuees is evidence of their „farsightedness” and just how well informed they were about the consequences of the accident. As I have said already, most of the „Chernobylites” from the 30km Belarusian exclusion zone died within ten, fifteen or twenty years of „being moved”. It would have been immediately obvious that something was wrong if whole villages or streets had died out, leaving empty houses behind. As it is, the „Chernobylites” died off quietly, one by one, almost unnoticed, without spoiling the national statistical picture even at district or local level…”

„The art of longing’s over and it’s never coming back.”

„Death Of A Ladies’ Man”

Ah the man she wanted all her life was hanging by a thread
„I never even knew how much I wanted you,” she said.
His muscles they were numbered and his style was obsolete.
„O baby, I have come too late.” She knelt beside his feet.
„I’ll never see a face like yours in years of men to come
I’ll never see such arms again in wrestling or in love.”
And all his virtues burning in the smoky Holocaust
She took unto herself most everything her lover lost
Now the master of this landscape he was standing at the view
with a sparrow of St. Francis that he was preaching to
She beckoned to the sentry of his high religious mood
She said, „I’ll make a place between my legs,
I’ll show you solitude.”

He offered her an orgy in a many mirrored room
He promised her protection for the issue of her womb
She moved her body hard against a sharpened metal spoon
She stopped the bloody rituals of passage to the moon

She took his much admired oriental frame of mind
and the heart-of-darkness alibi his money hides behind
She took his blonde madonna and his monastery wine –
„This mental space is occupied and everything is mine.”

He tried to make a final stand beside the railway track
She said, „The art of longing’s over and it’s never coming back.”
She took his tavern parliament, his cap, his cocky dance,
she mocked his female fashions and his working-class moustache.

The last time that I saw him he was trying hard to get
a woman’s education but he’s not a woman yet
And the last time that I saw her she was living with some boy
who gives her soul an empty room and gives her body joy.

So the great affair is over but whoever would have guessed
it would leave us all so vacant and so deeply unimpressed
It’s like our visit to the moon or to that other star
I guess you go for nothing if you really want to go that far.

It’s like our visit to the moon or to that other star
I guess you go for nothing if you really want to go that far.

It’s like our visit to the moon or to that other star
I guess you go for nothing if you really want to go that far.

rocket man

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