Andrey Voznesensky
ru
Poem
(Translated by Alec
Vagapov)
November 2000
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All drawings done by Andrey Voznesensky
Firstà Dedication
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The site
reminded me of the reflection
of a cathedral. It was striped. I
sailed.
I was on
line. Beyond the cogged erection
the " love you" virus bloomed and hailed.
I was on
line. It was by far more real
than the Mossad orÅ Zoo. I was on line.
Mozart was
floating upside-down, like a reel,
up on the piano.
And the site was mine.
I was on
line. Like little Saturns
the raviolis were hanging up on height.
My hope seemed
venturesome, all of a sudden.
It was my
site.
I thank You
once again, oh God,
I am
allowed to enter the satanic paradise,
or rather
hell, - it's stuffy - I am out,
I'm on your
site,
how nice!
And if you,
thunder-stricken, cannot bear
àthis upside down façade,
àdon't come to play, if you don't
care
àabout my
site.
I'm somersault of my inverted Motherland.
I'm a
clown, and itÒsà
cranberry,- not blood.
We're sick and tired of purges. ItÒs so
hard.
I am on
line.à Speak
out, land.
You have
become the love of my existence
determining the living of my loving instance.
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Andrey Voznesensky,
"The Virtualà Wind'"
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Second
Dedication
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You're lost. I say on oath.
I'll save it in my soul. It's true.
One seventh
part of earth
àwith such a
tiny name as "ru".
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Thirdà Dedication
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-RU,
WHERE ARE YOU OFF TO? TELL ME PLEASE!
-TO THE INTERNET! THE WEB,
THAT IS!
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Andrey Voznesensky.
Poems. Translations. Essays
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Chat 1
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As I run out in the morning
I look around and I view:
beyond Rublyovskyà Highway - there's ru
and in the wood where berries grew- there's
ru
Corrupted, dishonest-àà ru
reproved and disparaged - ru
the steering wheel, rudder -à ru
the name of Vrubel has -à ru!
Repeated stupidity Ö gee!
I scan ità
in the wind and I see
the ECGà of double u
www and dot and ru
I like three w and dot
and ru.
www-three boats ofà Rurik's?
and the accordion at night?
the song aboutà cows? All right?
3 crowns and surety
the CIA and GRU
à(Security)
ru
ru-banks
haveà shaved us all like planks.
At nightà
my t-shirt flies up in the sky
oh my!
waving like mad forth and back
along with messianic ru aliasà of Bach!
Is Ru so bad?
New York, Beirut and Kaunas cast spells.
They steal at homeà like nowhere else!
We scold ourselves when we're
abroad!
We steal,
but save our souls and pray to God.
www. a foreign nation.ru
www.a corporation.ru
www.a
troubadour.ru
ÑIÒll crush youÒ- yells the sillywoman.ru
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Chat
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States are governed by
cooks. Look out.
Boys and girls are on line all this while.
There is nothing disgraceful aboutàà
hackerÒs valour and hidden smile..
What goes on in your heart, hacker, lass?
Daughter.ru? Final specialised class?
No, itÒs worn chrysopaz.
And despite the protective charters
crystal lenses get tired, alas.
Hairdresserà
gets half of your salary
for the hair you wear so happily,
àÓDeath to trashÔ, stylish hairdo,
as you leaf throughà the pages of HarperÒs
like a piggy you breathe,à
yes, you do.
In your cardiogram thereÒre hackers,
pretty lassie among them, too.
www.goodheavens!ru.
www.CityLibrary.Pushkin ru
www. roulette. Russia.ru
www.Kursk.ru
Or betrayal
of wickedà
guru?
àààààààààààààààààààà
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Andrey Voznesensky
ÓCompassion
ofà
StradivariusÔ
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Chat
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Now take care!
DonÒt smash them glasses-
Casts of bustsà of Antoinette.
The interior of terra incognita
is defined as the Internet
Your clean-shaven PC engineer,
what on earth did, in fact,à
he assume?
He was daft toÒve
adorned the interior
with the medical sketch of the womb.
ItÒs an object of tender affection
likeà
a red, purple map of hisà
land,
doesnÒt look like the imitation
of anà office,
important and grand.
HeÑs a pro and aà leech, well I never!
Like a baby, a hairless man.
HeÒs ÓinspiredÔ-à you see? How clever!
Well begun!
ÓItÒs disgusting! Symbolic!
Capacious!Ô
The abused and insulted wall
shuddered angrily with indignation
tumbling down andà taking a
fall.
Pink as soap, a soul or some spirit
From within Kamasutra
whined:
ÓInner life! Never try to play with it !
Inner world! Never look insideÔ.
Andà
his skull was a-shaking , which followed
by the gush of the ring in his ear,
and we saw by the wall it was swallowed.
Oh dear!
First the skull, then the leg disappeared
in the stony and mortal game.
It was long till the stone-work appeared
to be calm and quiet again.
Where are you crazy boy,
àwhereÒre are ye goinÒ
to?
Comet rain will be next, you bet?
The interior of terra incognita
is defined as the internet.
àwww. rurgas.ru
àwww.orgasm.ru
àwww.buseness.ru
àmouse looks for aà hole Ö
àruÅ
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Chat
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à(without RU)
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I am without you
ItÒs like being without ru.
Venus dressed in kaftan
will be changed to Kafka
They rob and (ru)in
like nowhere else
(ru)blyovsky Highway.
ÓLook for yourselves!Ô
ÓI havenÒtà earned onà rhymes a singleà (ru)bleÔ.
ÓA mermaid sits upon a branchÔ
DonÒt trouble.
I
spoke to the policemen.ru
ÓCharity.ru
begins
at homeÔ -
said
Maria
Antoinette.
I am a
lonely ru.sail.
How
much is Mercedes-Benz?
Or should I say just ÅBenz?
ÅinaÒs the girl of my
dream.
They
admire NewtonÒs
àbinomial
theorem.
What is
on?
TV and so on.
To:à Judge Advocate General
(copy
to : district attorney)
ÓAs far
back as in 1994 I invented the alias ÓRuÔ (ru) and had it published. I herewith request to
make up for moral damages for plagiarism which, by my estimate, isà 1 rouble
for eachà ruÔ.
àà www.woznesenskij.ru
YouÒll be the firstÅ
àTo chat.
DonÒt drink alone.
ÓFatigued
by spiritual thirstÔ
What if
you choke like Dovlatov did?
Now,
lads,
Read it
and envy me
I happenà
to be
A citizen of the United Chats.
www.woznesenskij.ru
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Chat
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You love me so,
you love me, love me so!
with injection of drug in your heart,
taking off heaps of skirts you go
to acquaint me with nudes, soft and hard.
You are freedom of my subjugation
YouÒreà in
bilberry field again.
Having rubbed in some pitchà embrocation
you explained me the rules of the game.
There is tremor over the burdocks
and the fields,à no
access to paint.
And yourà
breath disappearing, faded
you, my ru,à canÒtà be manually made.
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Andrey Voznesensky
Prose
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Chat
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Night. Chelyabinsk.
Belts in hand, as a rule.
For my friend
àI will fightà to
the bitter end!
ÔItÒs my granny. Vocational school.
And the
buckle with letters ÓruÔ.
Buckles whistle. Come on! Smite and beat it!
Buckles sullied, to blemish the face.
On the Day of the Holly Spirit!
Buckles welded with led, just in case!
Street fighting! Revenge and requital!
(The front porch with shingle is
littered!)
ItÒs
revenge for the beggarly life.
WeÒre aà fist when
we all get together
All are friends, - like birds of a feather.
Face in mud, - not in tart or custard.
SomeoneÒs floating up there on high,
winded round byà the
buckle of bastard,
helicopter,à a lonely guy.
Buckles carve stripes and streaks in the air
that are
notà Ódouble uÔ , -à far from it.
Well, itÒs me who snarls down there
from
beneath of somebodyÒs feetÅ
Speech is bleeding lively and spirited
with just one decent word which is ÓÅsitesÔ
up above in celestial vicinity
Motherland is saluting with lights
Where are you off to, ru?
Wo!You!
www.armed vehicle.ru
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THE TALE OF THE GIRL DARN FISH
The woman spun woollen thread
The man caught fish with a net.
No extraterrestrials in the NET.
The countries for which they are bound
are not
to be found.
One has to be fed
to become
red.
I like Nescafe with caviar, do you?
Neither w, nor double u, nor ru.
ThereÒs no ÓkittycatÔ for the
kitty
ItÒs a
pity.
www.turkey.ru
The turkey cries in the yard:à boo!
before execution: www.ru
Skuratov
wearsà a funny bonNET
No kiNETic
skeletons in the cabiNET.
WeÒll be caught in the NET by Kio.
WeÒll be caught in the NET by Moskino.
WeÒll be caught in the NET by Goskino.
Chaff and daff in the NET?
There is nothing of what is on sale.
HeÒs got
nothing to eat. All is stale.
No mono ten
No to ten
NO INTERNET!-
my
neighbour said.
ItÒs autumn. Monetization.
The bat doesnÒt pay
for
illumination.
New cabiNET thief imposes ÓNOÔ
(In Russian itÒs ÓNETÔ)
His forelock down on strings,
Somebody sings.
The plaNETary tears are shed
by Bashmet.
NO SHADOW
Independence is verification
for piety
and exaltation.
Bonaparte left a three flap cap.
Had we only left jubilation
of ÓTriumphÔ, thatà
trick off the map,
it would
have been an endeavour!
Uncommon?
What if for ever?
The artists are selfless there
ignoring the dirty squabble,
one doesnÒtàà guzzle
and gobble,
and
starsà are willing to pair.
Where nevertheless
Bashmetà will impress
the genius Menshikov
who
likesà mastication.
Christ rules out retaliation.
The woman, the artistÒsàà
representation,
willà convert InterNET
à into
àYES TOà NET!
Leaves, in alt, setting out discomfort,
will
descend on the fields of rebirth.
Sleeping there, smelling and truffled
is
forgiving andàà pardoning
earthÅ
Do not urge my half-chiselledà ru
to
mutiny! No, it wonÒt do!
A hacker, BashmetÒs one
timeà student,
grown up, mature and prudent,
forces openà the
code of the bank
-just for fun, like playing a prank
Talents strive for the good, they do:
www.prison.ru
www.asthma.ru
I sign a letter to the Tsar. I do!
(www.merchant.ru)àà
Ôà
Ówe are losing a talentÔ Ö I say.
Open the prison.ru, pray!
- For whom is -
àthe bell.com?
what
dreams does mosquitoà dream?
viRUs.mosquito, ru
mosquito
and comma ru
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The blade ofà Gilette
flashed.
Hey boss, put your pistol away!
The Ótough guyÔ violently slashed
throwing
out the guts on the tray.
Like a bucked of purple pearls,
or people in the underground
the inside, allà
steaming,à hurls
the guts
and bowelsà all out.
Enjoy Russian style hara-kiri.
The boss will be put to shame!
àItÑs disembowel
therapy, really.
Guts on the table! ItÒs much the same.
They wonÒt understand, either Russian
or
Yiddish. ThereÒs a way :
pulsating miscarriage is dashing
onto the
table, eh?
The soul percolates and leaches.
The dogà
made a dash for the guts.
The doctors will put in stitches.
àwww.ru www.ru. Nuts!
Holin,
IÒm sure youÒll be able
to
remember -oh bosh ! - all this.
When throwing the guts on the table -
the desk,
that is.
The female cops will scream,
a veil beneath the mask:
- whose chat is it? Whose teem?
-ItÒsà
Ru.
àMy
task.
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Chat 9
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Lay sisters of
order ofà hackers
à have
sleepyà night-owl eyes.
Young girlish lady in khaki
assuming a zombie guise.
The child of the network facilityÅ
Some milk for
the harmful work.
You keep up
your soulÒsàà viability
by using non-standard word.
At heart you
are tough and molded.
Heated girl, with math in
your head.
You can speak up straight from the
shoulder,
say what cannot be
quietlyà said.à
Is it sexual
terrorism? DullnessÅ
Like a
beautiful insect, the soul,
quite obscure
and alien, struggles
in the butterfly net, in a
hole.
Mini anger is
stirring within you
like it happens in every
head.
Just two
uncommitted murders,
and yesterdayÒs pillage
instead.
Zemphira?
YouÒll laugh with derision?
YouÒll jump down the roof? Play a trick?
Unlettered and
conscious decision
like a mouse, to fingers
will stick.
And then you
will feel so wretched
that starting
to playà Macintosh
youÒll shout : I bury the
hatchet.
This net! Let it perish. By gosh!
Ru
I am through.
LetÒs read the original. What?
www.ru.
Oh my God!
àWeÒve forgotten
the dot!
And we havenÒt
yet rhymed
the black
mini-hole
(What the
goal-keeper sees
àin his dreams)
What is goal? ItÒs delay, eh?
Or your prank? Or your lark
andà
horseplay?
Or the mouse
starts the game
by upsetting dots again.
Turning it into dash?
Or trash?
Beyond the fence some flowers grew.
www.ru
Up to now theyÒreà laughing
like beasts.
Ivan the
Terrible is having a feast
Kaligula is like Shura
and these
are as like as two pees.
We shall yet get through, ru!
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www bound in faggot
is a dangerous black
light, you bet.
Thorns and prickles turned upside down
are defined as the Internet
Just like Christmas-tree decorations
these brand-newà www things
are likeà
stainless and spotlessàà
relations
on the forehead of human beings!
- For whom Ö
does the bell.com?
Welcome.
Wheels a-missing,à barkingà like beagles,
every hour, as if by convention,
(ÓJede StundeÔ in
German translation)
the containers loaded with prickles
will be bound for theà ÓruÔ destination.
What are mosquitoÒsà dreams ?
Common room? Comma.ru
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Please, forgive me, you fellow traveller
of present-day festive calvary.
YouÒll get all you want and enough.
I am off.
IÒm Ophelia of dirty realities.
The ophthalmic-crystal looks show.
I am off the official formalities,
Offshore.
I have ruined your life entirely,
to ashes, as stated above.
I have been to Boldino
timely,
yes, I have.
Generations and humans
change
Blok and Blakeà have one woman.
Strange?
Moses leads generations
again.
IÒm off to my last destination.
Forgive and forgetà if you can.
Fallingà stars lashed againstà
perforated colander. Cool!
DonÒt be naive to believe in free download, fool.
I am a stable woman
in our unstable times.
high treason, betrayal of humans
are my charms.
The envious lying
àof
raiding line
is aà
thing that happens off line,
off life.
The attorneyÒsà morals
have plundered me all.
Upon my word!
I run into
you, heart and soul
àof the
World.
IÒll break their rules of the game.
Those Boyarsà again!
With Pushkin I dashed to ÓYarÔ. Uh-Uh!
IÒm ru
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EPILOGUE
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I love you, I love you
I love you! I do!
All talented scoundrels
Are smashed by your genius, ru!
Your hounds have torn up my calves,
and now when I burn anew
the following letters arouse:
your name www.ru.
Shareholders enjoyed celebrations,
like OrwellÒs hogs taking pleasure in you
avoiding Public Relations,
yours.unpromoted.ru
You have
saved me and kissed.
Never
better!
Therefore
when I pass away
I will codeà the initial letter
as www.ru.
OK
Let them
call for the whole world to hear
When they fly in the heaven of blue.
Littleà cranes ever flocking up here
W
W
W
ru
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