Supermarket v Kalifornii pro Tebe.

Allen Ginsberg v českém překladu Jana Zábrany, čte Lubomír Tomik ve Studiu Midian

A Supermarket in California 
BY ALLEN GINSBERG
What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I walked down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon.
         In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations!
         What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes!—and you, Garcia Lorca, what were you doing down by the watermelons?

         I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber, poking among the meats in the refrigerator and eyeing the grocery boys.
         I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops? What price bananas? Are you my Angel?
         I wandered in and out of the brilliant stacks of cans following you, and followed in my imagination by the store detective.
         We strode down the open corridors together in our solitary fancy tasting artichokes, possessing every frozen delicacy, and never passing the cashier.

         Where are we going, Walt Whitman? The doors close in an hour. Which way does your beard point tonight?
         (I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket and feel absurd.)
         Will we walk all night through solitary streets? The trees add shade to shade, lights out in the houses, we'll both be lonely.
         Will we stroll dreaming of the lost America of love past blue automobiles in driveways, home to our silent cottage?
         Ah, dear father, graybeard, lonely old courage-teacher, what America did you have when Charon quit poling his ferry and you got out on a smoking bank and stood watching the boat disappear on the black waters of Lethe?
 
Berkeley, 1955
Allen Ginsberg, “A Supermarket in California” from Collected Poems 1947-1980. Copyright © 1984 by Allen Ginsberg. Reprinted with the permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc.
Source: Selected Poems 1947-1995 (2001)
Tři Hole. Ctnost je Karta Crowleyho Tarotu na publikaci.

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Lyrics:

The best creepy baf ! 

Lubomír Tomik

the magic of the word "maybe"
,,maybe"
,,maybe"

gentle magic
gentle
gentle

magic in the age of reason virus and war

it does not need dead flour , electricity and fuel

desire and faith
and the tunnel and the light

"maybe" after Pythia's pockets

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Karta Crowleyho Tarotu na publikaci je.... Princezna Pohárů.

Frozen swamp.

Fotografie od Barnabas Davoti na Pexels.com

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Zamrzlá bažina.

Lubomír Tomik

hřbet dlaně pod bradou,
opíráš se o jinovatku
tělo zamrzlé v bažině dní,
v minulosti,
vychází slunce,
začíná tát.

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Frozen swamp.

Lubomír Tomik

the back of the hand under the chin,
you lean on the hoarfrost,
body frozen in the swamp of days,
in the past,
Sun is rising,
it starts to melt.
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Karta Crowleyho Tarotu je....
from Promethea- is a comic book series created by Alan Moore, J. H. Williams III and Mick Gray, published by America’s Best Comics/WildStorm.“ Number 12