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:: Poem and Picture ::\u00a0<\/strong><\/h3>\n

Ron Winkler :: Ivan Ivanovski<\/h4>\n

complete text that was presented at the Biennial of contemporary arts :: SlovoKult :: literARTour<\/strong><\/a> 2020 in Berlin<\/p>\n

(link to the video from the multimedia reading in German below)<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Alpine Interference<\/b><\/p>\n

translated from the German by\u00a0:: Lisa Robertson<\/strong> with Bradley Schmidt<\/strong><\/p>\n

:: Deutsch<\/strong><\/a> :: \u041c\u0430\u043a\u0435\u0434\u043e\u043d\u0441\u043a\u0438<\/strong><\/a> ::<\/p>\n

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go through the ravine, where also waves break<\/p>\n

clear white like burning magnesium, slices of Macintosh<\/p>\n

consequence of China<\/p>\n

gravely to the corners of a form of smile<\/p>\n

which, pressure-drop, almost corresponds to the line<\/p>\n

of a coral-reef.<\/p>\n

\u2663<\/p>\n

down there where the slide of scree becomes a secret you expressed<\/p>\n

in twosome like Crusoe.<\/p>\n

\u2663<\/p>\n

trust your tongue, spiracle above the glacier<\/p>\n

so the wild animals can get used to you early in the season.<\/p>\n

\u2663<\/p>\n

tree-trunks with something like beaver-fur coating them<\/p>\n

tree-trunks of something.<\/p>\n

\u2663<\/p>\n

in the valley, it seems that settlement (as if I understand its worth)<\/p>\n

must take place in opacity. now it has to be released from the inner organs.<\/p>\n

\u2663<\/p>\n

dragonflies, plummeted so many meters away from the truth<\/p>\n

such was your interiority.<\/p>\n

\u2663<\/p>\n

or the crickets, not shining from the city.<\/p>\n

\u2663<\/p>\n

like the resin scent chirps, like a rockface confronts you with its tundra.<\/p>\n

the wonderful barcode of firneedles<\/p>\n

(spruce, pine, hemlock, larch).<\/p>\n

\u2663<\/p>\n

if neonicotinoids also from carnivores are found in that creek\u2019s brine,<\/p>\n

study, with various Mirabelle plums, the developing fog<\/p>\n

and commit.<\/p>\n

\u2663<\/p>\n

set aside a mountain: market it<\/p>\n

as \u201cto-be-weighed\u201d start-up-marginalization:<\/p>\n

pure weightlessness<\/p>\n

through the whole panorama all the way to the illuminative hospital<\/p>\n

where your act is flattened by the century\u2019s best dandelion<\/p>\n

fluff.<\/p>\n

\u2663<\/p>\n

your mind in gorge moraines, corn-snow kettle, climbing tide-flat-clutter. your mind<\/p>\n

in poison venation marsh on the edges withal polyethylene ferment.<\/p>\n

your mind in non-site snow-crust. in high-forest, also high-asphalt.<\/p>\n

your mind in hip-cloudage, scent-crunch. high-melt.<\/p>\n

\u2663<\/p>\n

your mind in \u201cdissolving\u201d, abraded as still frost-room,<\/p>\n

road-kill, still grumbling, after the explosions in your mind<\/p>\n

in sun-domes, in \u201cgoing through gorges head-on\u201d<\/p>\n

where sphinxes hatch again.<\/p>\n

\u2663<\/p>\n

potential meteorological spent-beginning.<\/p>\n

finding respite on the designated drops.<\/p>\n

this is the beginning I dance to, where Sherpas wander<\/p>\n

to distort Eden. to refuel.<\/p>\n

\u2663<\/p>\n

three horses is the park.<\/p>\n

heightened to emotion a field with great snow brought over land and hand.<\/p>\n

representative for all, who saw this.<\/p>\n

\u2663<\/p>\n

go through the ravine, an enclave in extracellular space<\/p>\n

and scream, scream-time, scream at time with the forest.<\/p>\n

\u2663<\/p>\n

I stay. I stay conceptual. I stay conceptually unattached.<\/p>\n

molecularly composed solitude.<\/p>\n

\u2663<\/p>\n

scare away the hurricanes, the contrails<\/p>\n

are black.<\/p>\n

and gloss over several flight-thoughts<\/p>\n

on their insides, so that they are twenty-three kinds of animal.<\/p>\n

take the horizon onto<\/p>\n

yourself, and give the ravens some<\/p>\n

Cambria back.<\/p>\n

(and growth-noise qua the transhumant alpine pastures of this year\u2019s hay-coloured plateaus.)<\/p>\n

\"\"
Ivan Ivanovski :: Shivers<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

\u2663<\/p>\n

how should we proceed? river-course, hoarfrost, glowing-temples?<\/p>\n

I think it\u2019s okay when things become mountains at some point<\/p>\n

when leaves and forward motion totally lose their alphabet to you.<\/p>\n

that way you can say we fought all the time<\/p>\n

to dab at the newly bestowed wasteland.<\/p>\n

\u2663<\/p>\n

sod, rockslide shimmer, dispersion of the abyss, daisy-forget-me-nots,<\/p>\n

the pleasant rage alongside distracting plants.<\/p>\n

step to step the up-to-date illumination of the central star<\/p>\n

in morning, phoenix-moment like the biotope baring itself deep inside you.<\/p>\n

\u2663<\/p>\n

is the earth hollow, the ground? or is magma inside things?<\/p>\n

in the squirrels who have left the path?<\/p>\n

is magma in the new-moon-nights that spill over the pass?<\/p>\n

in the paint-peeling shrine corners. such magma, does it reside<\/p>\n

in gentian? in rope-teams, which mark the perhaps-hollow edges of oceans?<\/p>\n

\u2663<\/p>\n

it turned out that every ridge was as if freshly poured.<\/p>\n

that your paths formed inhumed landscape \u2013 arcadias neither for just some one<\/p>\n

man nor femme<\/p>\n

to reach the summit: your spontaneous mutation,<\/p>\n

attracting lightning bolts.<\/p>\n

\u2663<\/p>\n

water off-take is necessary, and devil\u2019s claws in Diana\u2019s Tree vale,<\/p>\n

silver-sheep\u2019s-burr-pillow-growth full of widow-flowers,<\/p>\n

rock jasmine (for lovers of trough culture). was that your rough combe<\/p>\n

in the thorn tower? does your Sahel zone have build-up in it?<\/p>\n

\u2663<\/p>\n

the fields were whispered: meadowsweet and over the years softly stabilized.<\/p>\n

they were joined by a glistening twittering, crossed off as repeatedly lasting.<\/p>\n

but above them the sky of the grueling fruits the broadcasting tower<\/p>\n

for all quotidian dolphins. you can train off the fins for me there,<\/p>\n

spot the dodos removed from existence.<\/p>\n

\u2663<\/p>\n

I have the recipe for this new glacial district. oil-soaked and alkaline.<\/p>\n

it too should be contained in the interference:<\/p>\n

under snow of the four-hundred-point font.<\/p>\n

under all manifestations, are said to be cryptogam femto-organisms<\/p>\n

or reverse primatized beings.<\/p>\n

under currents, even pearl. preying on your mind.<\/p>\n

under those which you should approach from below,<\/p>\n

in accordance with the exile instructions.<\/p>\n

under a deluge of the areas you highlighted yourself.<\/p>\n

under all the signs that we provoked under us,<\/p>\n

to say to you: we are not so free as to leaf it like that.<\/p>\n

\u2663<\/p>\n

so you don\u2019t step onto the protected areas.<\/p>\n

with the quiet murmur, with your bare soles in the float-grit.<\/p>\n

the grit of everything, which can be found there.<\/p>\n

was ever found.<\/p>\n

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