:: SlovoKult:: literARTour :: 2020 ::
Biennial of contemporary arts2::
:: 02 :: Josip Kocev :: Eike Laeuen
Aleph,
you are the first letter of the alphabet
with which my soul writes,
the town where I played hide-and-seek
was suddenly hiding from me,
it had to be tagged by me
and I had to grow up overnight.
Aleph,
Yesterday the blood price dropped
on the world’s stock markets,
and the home I left behind
suddenly grew inside me.
Aleph,
now windows and doors are beating
all night long in my chest,
as if somebody comes and goes,
from the void where I don’t exist either…
Aleph,
if I write heavy words on the walls,
are they gonna collapse?
If I spread out the last nightmare,
will I dream again?
Aleph,
You are the first letter of the alphabet
with which my soul writes.
If I follow this path to the end,
am I going to get somewhere?
English translation :: Elizabeta Lindner with deepL and Nadia Crocker
Eike Laeuen :: Untitled ::
