{"id":6716,"date":"2023-11-13T22:33:15","date_gmt":"2023-11-13T21:33:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.slovokult-literatur.de\/?page_id=6716"},"modified":"2023-11-13T23:56:22","modified_gmt":"2023-11-13T22:56:22","slug":"bim-bam-bom-english","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.slovokult-literatur.de\/index.php\/gedicht-und-bild\/10-ljubomir-micic-jamesdin\/bim-bam-bom-english\/","title":{"rendered":"bim bam bom :: English"},"content":{"rendered":"

Ljubomir Mici\u0107 (1895 -1971)<\/strong><\/h4>\n

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bim bam bom<\/strong><\/p>\n

:: Serbian :: Macedonian<\/strong> <\/a>:: German<\/strong> <\/a>::<\/p>\n

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From the red roofs of love<\/p>\n

The free towers of the first floors to the sky<\/p>\n

In all continents to the proletarians a poem with greeting of my eyes<\/p>\n

INSTEAD OF THROWN BOMBS POURED TEARS<\/p>\n

Snakes are my tears<\/p>\n

You comrades of prohuman turmoil and celestial blood<\/p>\n

The sky is green grass<\/p>\n

The sky roars in the desert of the Christian Easter day<\/p>\n

Earth you ape planet with horns of the gods take note<\/p>\n

Today the factories of our souls howl cry after cry<\/p>\n

The sirens of screams are echoing from the red spearheads<\/p>\n

of the new spirit<\/p>\n

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All the streets flow dirty as the entrails of European capital<\/p>\n

In our cities instead of human millions<\/p>\n

The tramways travel red as flags<\/p>\n

Rushing through driven by the deadly electric revolution<\/p>\n

Adorned with mud is the bourgeoisie<\/p>\n

The bourgeoisie strolls through the rich parks of the golden calf<\/p>\n

And prepares to celebrate Easter Day with booze for that Christ<\/p>\n

Whom they passionately crucified so many years ago<\/p>\n

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Only the black dogs bear pure love in their eyes<\/p>\n

The cars, speeding machines on four rubber wings<\/p>\n

Carrying man-eaters<\/p>\n

I’m sure they run over some melancholy pedestrians today too<\/p>\n

In the Balkans, the pedestrian is still the only human being<\/p>\n

Pedestrians – zenithists – poets – proletarians suffer<\/p>\n

And know: freedom is a coward asleep on the rotten branch of Europe<\/p>\n

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There are the radio cruisers of our antennas and the bundles of spitted ideals<\/p>\n

Romping on the blue tits of Avala<\/p>\n

Shackled in the chains of freedom my barbarian nations<\/p>\n

By the achievement of the \u010cetniks of the Invalids and the Komits<\/p>\n

Rage like straw men those fighters wedded to glory<\/p>\n

In the winds of stock market-political speculation<\/p>\n

Orthopaedics is for humans death-long in the bosom of wars<\/p>\n

The prosthesis is the shiniest sash of all victories that are always defeats<\/p>\n

Above the bushes of human calamity and the gallows flaunt<\/p>\n

people’s banks<\/p>\n

people’s trades<\/p>\n

people’s politics<\/p>\n

people’s arts<\/p>\n

people’s corruptions<\/p>\n

The bullet sermons bloom in our chests<\/p>\n

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While we with skeletal nails chime rebellious thoughts through the mountains<\/p>\n

While the cursed centuries with rusting daggers<\/p>\n

Scratching the dirty ass of Serbian Rome<\/p>\n

Roar from the dark caverns of our raging skulls<\/p>\n

The Janissaries of the Revolution<\/p>\n

For the new to humanity all in a whirl.<\/p>\n

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Belgrade, May 01, 1926 (published in Zenit No. 41)<\/strong><\/p>\n

Translation from the Serbian :: Elizabeta Lindner<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Jamesdin :: Maulwurfsh\u00fcgel :: Krti\u010dnjak :: Molehill<\/h4>\n

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