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    Ivan Slamnig

    ZENE


    Zene su s Venere bica, sto zive kod nas.
    Pretrazujemo ih prstima, zeleci ih prouciti.
    Cini se, da one znaju nesto bolje od nas,
    nesto, sto mi ne zelimo dokuciti.
    Kad ih prstima izbodemo,
    mi tvrdimo, da ih znamo i odemo.

    One ostaju i nikad im ne mozemo sve otet.
    To nas ljuti i mi kusamo opet.

    Ali kroza sve dane one nam ostaju strane,
    I mozda ce se jednom natrag na Veneru popet.







    WOMEN


    Women are creatures from Venus, except that we live together.
    In order to become acquainted with them, we search them in and out.
    There are some things they seem to know better,
    some things that we dont really care to think about.
    After we had fingered them for no other reason than to make a test,
    we run off claiming we had already got to know their best.

    They stay. All efforts to take everything from them seem to be in vain.
    Thats what really makes us cross, and so we try again.

    Time passes but they are still alien and bizarre.
    Maybe theyll go back to that planet, very far.
    Ili ne pokusavaj, ili dovrsi!

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    Odgovor: Ivan Slamnig

    Izrasli su moji prijatelji na jednom stablu
    u zelenim bluzama i roza bluzama
    u tamnomordim hlacama i svijetlomodrim hlacama:
    vise neki kao jabuke, neki kao kruske,
    neki kao narance ili kao grozdje.
    Ja tresem stablo i moji se prijatelji ruse
    i, bome, ubijaju se
    ali mora da sam bedast to mi se sad cini
    kao jedini nacin komunikacije s njima.



    My friends are growing on a tree
    wearing green shirts and pink shirts,
    dark blue trousers and light blue trousers:
    some of them are hanging like apples, or like pears,
    some like oranges, all others like grapes.
    I shake the tree and my friends fall down
    and, by God, they kill themselves
    but I must be stupid for the moment it seems to be
    the only way to communicate with them.
    Ili ne pokusavaj, ili dovrsi!

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    Odgovor: Ivan Slamnig

    Bijeli ljudi u bijelim bundama
    u bijelim saonama s bijelim konjima.
    Osam osnijezenih bregova tisine.

    Nebo je postalo bijela ploca.
    Golemi valovi snijeznog pejsaza
    gone ga u teturanje.

    Zamoren, pred vrtoglavicom,
    da oslobodi oci
    prolio je snijegom crveno vino.




    White people in white fur-coats
    in a white wagon drawn by white horses.
    Eight snow-covered hills of silence.

    The sky has turned into a white board.
    Huge waves of snow
    make the landscape stumble.

    Tired, on the verge of vertigo,
    in order to give rest to his strained eyes,
    he spilled some red wine on the snow.
    Ili ne pokusavaj, ili dovrsi!

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    Odgovor: Ivan Slamnig

    Bijah jednom jedan ludjak,
    na dnu ulice mi kuca.
    Imao sam mali ducan.
    Prodavao sam zute knjige
    ruzicastim djevojkama.
    Ali jednog modrog dana
    nesta mojega ducana,
    izgori mi, rastopi se.

    Mislim, pitam druge ljude
    mora tako li da bude?

    Drugi ljudi pametni su,
    ne brinu se za te stvari.




    Once upon a time I used to be a madman
    with a house at the end of the street.
    I used to have a little shop.
    I used to sell yellow books
    to pink-cheeked girls.
    But then on one of those blue days
    my shop disappeared,
    it burned to the ground, melted away.

    I think about it, I ask other people:
    does it really have to be that way?

    Clever, those other people are,
    they dont care for things like that.
    Ili ne pokusavaj, ili dovrsi!

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    Odgovor: Ivan Slamnig

    JA SAM STRANAC


    I am a nobody. Who are you?
    E. Dickinson

    Ja sam stranac! Dobar vecer
    Da l si i ti stranac?
    Dva smo, znaci? nemoj reci, jer
    stavit ce nam lanac.

    Tuzno li je biti domac
    i prosto, poput zabe,
    kreketat do u bozju ponoc
    sred zadimljene grabe!





    I AM A FOREIGNER


    I am a nobody. Who are you?
    E. Dickinson

    I am a Foreigner! Good evening.
    Are you a foreigner too?
    It makes us a couple, isnt it so? Dont tell, because
    theyll chain up me and you.

    It is sad to be a native
    and it is boorish, like a frog,
    croaking all night long
    from a fuming bog!
    Ili ne pokusavaj, ili dovrsi!

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    Odgovor: Ivan Slamnig

    UZASNI SE


    Uzasni se nad ovim veceras, ljubljena;
    za nama ljudi govore potiho
    jedan drugome nasa imena,
    ljubicaste fluorescentne lampe
    osvjetljuju mjesta nasih sastanaka
    a rijeci koje smo si saptali
    razglasuju preko radija



    BE SHOCKED


    Be shocked, my love, at whats happening this evening;
    people talking behind our backs, whispering
    our names to each other,
    violet, phosphorescent street-lamps
    throwing light on our meeting places,
    and those words we used to say in a soft voice
    being put on air now.
    Ili ne pokusavaj, ili dovrsi!

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    Odgovor: Ivan Slamnig

    Zagradjena njegovim rukama
    udarim celom o njegovu kraljeznicu
    s glavom u njegovim rebrima:
    kroz njegov tromi pucketavi zagrljaj
    prolazi vjetar
    i skupljajuci se u se u njegovu krilu
    udaram vazda o njegove kraljeske
    zuljajuci se o njegovu zdjelicu
    i femur:
    moj dragi znam da se smije
    vjecnim celavim smijehom lubanje
    i utiskuju se i ostavljaju rumene brazde
    njegova rebra i ulne
    o bijelo meko meso mojih ruku
    njegova koljena
    dubu se
    na moja bedra
    a ja slazem i oblikujem meso
    na kosti moga dragog
    mastam toplo misicje i
    tople plohe
    gdje se prelazi jedno u
    drugo




    Walled by his arms
    I suddenly bump my forehead on his backbone,
    I hit my head on his ribs:
    the wind is passing
    through his unhurried crackling hug
    while, trying to pull myself together on his lap,
    I keep on hitting myself against his vertebrae,
    rubbing myself against his hip-bone
    and his thigh bone:
    and I know that my beloved is smiling,
    a timeless bald grin on his skull face,
    his rib-costals and two ulnar bones
    printing cherry marks
    on the white soft flesh of my arms,
    while his knee bones
    drill at
    my thighs:
    I heap up flesh
    on my darlings bones
    and I dream about hot muscles
    and warm surfaces
    where two
    become one
    Ili ne pokusavaj, ili dovrsi!

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    Odgovor: Ivan Slamnig

    Kad mi svega bude dosta
    evo oci, da cu poci
    k onome sto dolje osta.

    Ne cu cinit vise, bome
    ono, sto do sada morah,
    sjesti cu pod stari orah
    (slican onom pokojnome!)

    stol ce prostrt bit bjelinom,
    za nj cu sjesti, pa cu jesti
    kruh sa sirom, ribu s vinom.




    Once Im fed up, out of my mind,
    I bet on my eye, I would drop by
    to see the One that stayed behind

    Ill quit on what I did, okay,
    Ill stop with all that burdened me
    and sit below that old walnut tree
    (that looks like the One that passed away!)

    To the table set in white, all fine,
    Ill come to sit, then I will eat
    bread and cheese, and fish and wine.
    Ili ne pokusavaj, ili dovrsi!

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    Odgovor: Ivan Slamnig

    NOSTALGIJA OSTANKA


    Malo hodam
    malo kisa pada
    Malo stanem u neku vezu
    kisa prestane
    malo hodam
    pa kisa opet pada
    pa malo stanem u vezu
    sa zatvorenim kisobranom
    s ploha listova
    klize voda
    i kaplje
    predje jedan kamion
    pa drugi
    pa tramvaj
    pa treci kamion
    svi su frisko vlazni
    ja drzim vlazan kisobran
    i stojim
    i pricinja mi se
    da glumim viteza lutalicu
    u nekom baletu

    Jos malo pa cu zamahnuti kisobranom
    kao da je mac.



    NOSTALGIA OF STAYING


    I walk a bit
    it rains a bit
    I stop over in some entrance
    the rain stops
    I walk a bit
    and then it rains again
    and I stop over in some entrance
    my umbrella is closed
    and water trickles and
    falls down in drops
    from the palms of leaves
    a truck passes by
    then another
    then a tram
    then a third truck
    all newly wet
    and Im holding my wet umbrella
    standing
    and I imagine myself
    playing the role of a wandering knight
    in some ballet

    A little bit more and Im going to brandish my umbrella
    like a sword.
    Ili ne pokusavaj, ili dovrsi!

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    Odgovor: Ivan Slamnig

    SVETAC


    Tri stabla tresnje, jedna sljiva,
    jedan orah, pola suncokreta:
    tu je izrastao svetac
    prekrizenih ruku
    na grudima. Izrastao je iz zenlje:
    nikad nije prosao kroz zenu.
    Hraneci se smokvama
    bijel kao svjeze bijelo obojena barka
    uzeo je nebo za oci.

    Sveti Ioan Stolpnik
    nije nikad pozelio bliznjega
    niti znao za strast
    jer je izrastao iz zemlje:
    nikakav dodir moguc mesu
    nije mogao ublaziti febru njegove kicme.

    Problematicno je bilo
    sto da zrtvuje Bogu.
    Popevci se na stup
    zrtvovao je znatizelju,
    a to mu je i bilo jedino,
    Ioanu.




    A SAINT


    Three cherry trees, one plum tree,
    An oak, one half of a sunflower:
    a saint has grown right here,
    hands crossed
    at his chest.
    He has grown out of the earth:
    he has never passed through a woman.
    Feeding on figs,
    as white as a newly painted white boat,
    he turned the skies into his eyes.

    St. Ioan Stolpnik
    never coveted his nearest and dearest
    and he never experienced passion,
    all because he had grown out of the earth:
    there was no touch connected to human flesh
    that could quench the desires of his backbone.

    His problem was
    that he did not know what to give up to God.
    When he climbed up the pillar,
    he sacrificed his curiosity,
    and that was the only thing he had,
    poor Ioan.
    Ili ne pokusavaj, ili dovrsi!

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    Odgovor: Ivan Slamnig

    EVANELISTI

    Tri radna ljuda: gribler, plagijator
    i jedan doktor, zakucasti, stari,
    sa malo kose i sa malo zuba;
    a meu njima jedan zvrkast mali,
    što sve je knjige prozreo od šuba.

    Sa borama, što pecati ih napor,
    kratkovidni i izbrazdanih ruka
    pisali su Matej, Marko, Luka;
    a onom prvom uspjelo je decku
    zapisat: Rijec je bila u pocetku.

    I oni su se malom cudili,
    a on se opet njima cudio,
    i tako svi se cudili.

    Dok oni su za Kristom bludili,
    on Kristu se naslonio na grudi,
    i dok su drugi Kristu bili stijena
    imena takvih, takvih i ramena,
    on bio nježan, djetinjaste cudi,
    i kužio je Isusa ko žena.
    Ili ne pokusavaj, ili dovrsi!

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    Odgovor: Ivan Slamnig

    UBILI SU GA CIGLAMA

    Ubili su ga, ciglama: crvenim, ciglama,
    pod zidom, pod zidom, pod zidom.
    Žute mu, kosti: hlape u, iglama,
    a bio je, pitom i, pitom.

    Jedan žuti, i brkati: jedan crveni, crknuti,
    jedan zelen, i rogat ko jelen,
    u sjeni, pljesnivog, zida,

    ubili su ga, ciglama: crvenim, ciglama,
    crvenu, mrlju su, prekrili, priglama,
    iz svega se, izvuko, samo, repic:
    otpuzo, pa se: uvuko, u zid,
    u zid, uzi, duzi.
    Ili ne pokusavaj, ili dovrsi!

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    Odgovor: Ivan Slamnig

    MI NA PODU


    Mi na podu ležali smo
    motrec noge stolovima.
    Mi u travi ležali smo
    motrec brke skakavcima.
    Mi na pijesku ležali smo
    gledajuci kako žuti
    prsti vrba rijeku žmahu

    liscice dok nam grože
    prepoizodnosijahu.
    Ili ne pokusavaj, ili dovrsi!

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    Odgovor: Ivan Slamnig

    RAZMIŠLJANJE SLIJEPCA
    O SUNCU I MJESECU



    Sunce šušti kao lišce,
    mora da je neko stablo
    oblo koliko i toplo.
    Mjesec pršti kao staklo,
    on je neka vrsta leda.
    Zašto samo ne da glasa,
    kada kažu za nj' da gleda?
    Po svoj prilici, da njega
    izmislili su Okaši,
    a u Suncu tek toplinu
    personificirali su
    nemocni, da cisto misle.
    Ili ne pokusavaj, ili dovrsi!

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    Odgovor: Ivan Slamnig

    Tu sjedim,
    iza svoga easela



    Tu sjedim, iza svoga easela,
    i mislim dugo, bivam blijeda,
    a petlja svijetla lijevu grud je stisla,
    glint boka vapi da se platnu preda.
    Ja mislim, mislim: da li ima smisla
    nacinit autoportret
    razodjet
    i dati, da ga gleda cijeli svijet?
    Ili ne pokusavaj, ili dovrsi!

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