Andrey Voznesensky
ru
Poem
(Translated by Alec Vagapov)
November 2000
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Second dedication
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Third dedication
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Chat 1
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Chat 2
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Chat 3
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Chat 4 (without ru)
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Chat 5
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Chat 6
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Chat 7
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chat 8
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Chat 9
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Chat 10
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EPILOGUE
All drawings done by Andrey Voznesensky
First Dedication
The site reminded me of the reflection
of a cathedral. It was striped. I float.
I was on line. Beyond the cogged erection
the " love you" viruses were blooming. Quite a lot!
I was on line. It was by far more real
than the Mossad or... 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
this upside down facade
don't come to play, if you don't care
about my site.
I'm somersault of my inverted Motherland.
I'm a clown, and it is cranberry,- not blood.
We're sick and tired of purges. It's so hard.
I am on line. Speak out, land.
You have become the love of my existence
determining the living of my loving instance.
Andrey Voznesensky,
"The Virtual Wind"
Второе посвящение
Second Dedication
You're lost. I say on oath.
I'll save it in my soul. It's true.
One seventh part of earth
with such a tiny name as "ru".
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Third Dedication
-RU, WHERE ARE YOU OFF TO? TELL ME PLEASE!
-TO THE INTERNET! THE WEB, THAT IS!
Andrey Voznesensky.
Poems. Translations. Essays
Чат 1
Chat 1
As I run out in the morning
I look around and I view:
beyond Rublyovsky Highway - there's ru
and in the wood where berries grew- there's ru
Corrupted, dishonest- ru
reproved and disparaged - ru
the steering wheel, rudder - ru
the name of Vrubel has - ru!
Repeated stupidity - gee!
I scan it in the wind and I see
the ECG of double u
www and dot and ru
I like three w and dot and ru.
www-three boats of Rurik's?
and the accordion at night?
the song about cows? All right?
3 crowns and surety
the CIA and GRU
(Security)
ru
ru-banks
have shaved us all like planks.
At night my t-shirt flies up in the sky
oh my!
waving like mad forth and back
along with messianic ru alias of Bach!
Is Ru so bad?
New York, Beirut and Kaunas cast spells.
They steal at home 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
`I'll crush you'- yells the sillywoman.ru
Chat 2
States are governed by cooks. Look out.
Boys and girls are on line all this while.
There is nothing disgraceful about
hacker's valour and hidden smile..
What goes on in your heart, hacker, lass?
Daughter.ru? Final specialised class?
No, it's worn chrysopaz.
And despite the protective charters
crystal lenses get tired, alas.
Hairdresser gets half of your salary
for the hair you wear so happily,
"Death to trash", stylish hairdo,
as you leaf through the pages of Harper's
like a piggy you breathe, yes, you do.
In your cardiogram there're hackers,
pretty lassie among them, too.
www.goodheavens!ru.
www.CityLibrary.Pushkin ru
www. roulette. Russia.ru
www.Kursk.ru
Or betrayal of wicked guru?
Andrey Voznesensky
"Compassion
of Stradivarius"
Chat 3
Take care!
Don't smash them glasses-
Casts of busts of Antoinette
The interior of terra incognita
Are defined as the Internet
Your clean-shaven PC engineer,
what on earth did, in fact, he assume?
He was daft to've adorned the interior
with the medical sketch of the womb.
It's an object of tender affection
like a red, purple map of his land,
doesn't look like the imitation
of an office, important and grand.
He`s a profi, a leech, well I never!
Like a baby, a hairless man.
He's "inspired"- you see? How clever!
Well begun!
"It's disgusting! Symbolic! Capacious!"
The abused and insulted wall
shuddered angrily with indignation
tumbling down and taking a fall.
Pink as soap, a soul or some spirit
From within Kamasutra whined:
"Inner life! Never try to play with it !
Inner world! Never look inside".
And 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,
where're are ye goin' to?
Comet rain will be next, you bet?
The interior of terra incognita
is defined as the internet.
www. rurgas.ru
www.orgasm.ru
www.buseness.ru
mouse looks for a hole -
ru...
Chat 4
(without RU)
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