Saturday, January 14, 2012

A poem by Jonas Mekas

Nothing out of the ordinary,
from one day to the next.
Newspapers headline
big political scandal.

Now, along with everything else,
they've made it to the moon!

Only my life consists
of boredome and monotony,
a litter of worksheets
covering the table...
Guilty and hollow is how I feel,
sheer chaos in my heart.

Outside, it's just starting to rain.
I throw my coat on and,
one of Schiller's Romantic leads,
a touch sullen,
a touch sad,

take my slow steps
down a wet, crowded
street,
lost inside myself.

from Daybooks: 1970-1972, Portable Press at Yo-Yo Labs, 2003
translated by Vyt Bakaitis

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