Igor Satanovsky — Poems in English

 

 

 

Jumping to Conclusions

 

Let's face it:

we will all miss poetry.

 

It's going the way of dinosaurs

and printed books.

 

Life is too difficult to reflect on,

too shallow to complicate.

 

Let’s make this transition

as painless as possible,

 

Аs one distraught poetry lover

once begged me —

 

Dear poets,

please!

 

Write only light verse

On yr way out!

 

 

 

Ya All Been Warned!

 

A poem won't write itself.

That's my job, and I am lazy for a good reason.

If there is any possibility of not writing poetry,

it should be thoroughly explored.

It's not too late to reduce yr poetic footprint.

Years ago I had this terrifying vision of afterlife:

You get there, and hear yr poems loudly recited

by the invisible chorus — for eternity.

No parole, no escape.

Think about it, why take a chance?

Press delete,

Start yr fires now!

 

 

 

THE MARVELS OF POST-MODERN LIFE

For Mike Magazinnik

 

dress smarter

smile wider

work harder

sleep tighter

buy cheaper

drive faster

eat better

die later

 

dress cheaper

smile harder

sleep smarter

work later

eat faster

drive tighter

buy wider

die better

 

eat cheaper

dress wider

drive better

buy later

smile faster

work tighter

sleep harder

die smarter

 

buy smarter

drive wider

dress harder

sleep faster

smile tighter

work better

eat later

die cheaper

 

 

 

Pushkin and War

 

The war is raging, Pushkin keeps on writing

The war is raging, Pushkin keeps on writing

The war is raging, Pushkin keeps on writing

The war is raging on and on and on

 

But Pushkin keeps on writing writing writing

But Pushkin keeps on writing writing writing

But Pushkin keeps on writing writing writing

The war still rages on and on and on

 

 

 

The Waking Dead

 

Dreamt of zombies,

woke up with a taste

of somebody's brains

in my mouth.

 

 

 

A Poet’s Submission

 

His supposedly unpublished poem was accepted

for a magazine's forthcoming issue,

but neither him, nor the issue

were forthcoming enough.

 

 

 

HIV Virus Poem

 

some say it was an attempt to synthesize the elements

able to go on outside of us, to get rid of those

who mean us harm, because they are evil

 

others say it's a punishment for the sins

we're given a free choice to commit,

coming from the same source

 

it seems to be neither: to be warm and fed,

to see a happy and healthy offspring:

these are understandable motives of

 

the new life finding its way into our own,

striking gold in its eternal quest for paradise,

promised to us, given to them

 

 

 

A Play for A Synthesizer

 

a mechanical voice speaks for two: at first sounds

deep and hoarse: I liked it before: but not now:

now I like something else: now it’s fine: the way

it should be: to be better: it’s better: the other way:

 

the voice mutates: climbs in pitch: now I got it:

the face transpires the mask: the face changes: when

one can’t see it: it’s hard to figure out: what you think:

how to see the real you: now I see

 

now it’s different: the voice slides lower: yes: yes:

that’s what I am talking about: to see things: with

somebody else’s eyes: it’s great: but you gotta be

ready: I wasn’t: now I’ve changed: now I am: and it’s

 

all fair: thank you: love: is such a precious feeling:

and so well-armed: a metallic echo interferes: grows

louder: drowns the voice: the voice struggles to break

through at the top volume:

 

HONEY: LISTEN:

I HEAR GREAT NEWS: LUXURY CONDOS ARE

STILL AVAILABLE ON BRIGHTON BEACH:

 

 

 

don’t ask for directions

 

Nights turn her into the Great Bear:

the convincing big dipper of her body:

the shaggy head:

the seven shimmering chakras

 

remember: observe: get a clue:

 

constellations don't take questions:

they can only help you to navigate

 

 

 

New Dictionary of the Progressive, part 1:

 

Great Rescission

 

terrorisk

 

national theft

 

torturist

 

bomberism

 

corpozens

 

victeam

 

peacetaker

 

powerty

 

bankonomy

 

weaktory

 

Guantanomore

 

dronacracy

 

whistleblowback

 

disprosperity

 

securiosity

 

middle grass

 

 

 

 

Sideways

 

A beautiful sunset reels on:

all is to end well: she is to

call back: he is to change

his job: one rainy evening:

to walk out to his car: to wipe

the windshield: to turn on the

radio: to hear tango: to realize:

we do live now in the new Argentina:

ten minutes later:

to return home: and: with a calm

face: to sit down to watch the

news: nothing terrible: from

what's going on:

in the world:

 

 

 

Ezra Songs

 

1

;just missed

u; left these/

;notes;

to air

n i c e l y

 

ruthlessssss

essssentials

;

this

post-

naive

/break-

over

/bicker-

age

 

takes

more;

 

gives

more

crap

or

drivel;

 

watch

out;

natives

are

rustlers;

 

 

2

they thought

clouds; not

thunder

 

they thought

water; not

fire

 

u;

at

stake --

 

;lost

and

found;

 

Ezra; a

human bang

 

3

still;

small talk;

ball in

yr court;

said;if

;deals fast

;did loom

sad on film;

dissed; lemon

solipsism;

small moon

patches on

the face ;(o);

dust; form;s

;lime-

hours

 

4

;m

;

mmmmm

;

;m

 

5

would be

de-

lightful;

if sore

 

6

Ezra says

 

;as in

general;

spheres’

problem;

 

should have

a fix; energy

spikes; naked

ambition; calls

her; hate-

ful stupidity;

faster velocity

of writing; to

the audience

of one

 

7

skin

thickens

 

grows

distant

 

still

bothers

 

8

stupor-

wise;

improbable;

wha’ is this

inner? trance-

inducing

glass?

 

;I engineered

this madness;

 

Ezra fell

silent

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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