:: 61 :: Goro Takano :: Strahil Petrovski<\/h4>\n
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:: 01-20<\/a> ::<\/a><\/strong> \u00a0<\/span>::21-40::<\/a>\u00a0 ::\u00a0<\/span>41-60<\/a> :: <\/span>61-80<\/a> ::<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n „I cannot proudly show any special knowledge<\/p>\n I\u2019m stupid, quick-tempered, and always irritated<\/p>\n Every day I\u2019m lost without adequate thought<\/p>\n I\u2019m not qualified for being eternally loved“<\/p>\n You say so and begin to leave me<\/p>\n I don\u2019t want to lose you just like that<\/p>\n When I forget everything else and<\/p>\n shoot out to this pedestrian crossing<\/p>\n I find my own breathless body<\/p>\n lying wretched right at my feet<\/p>\n Maybe it has been left run over<\/p>\n Passersby gather around the corpse and chatter:<\/p>\n \u201cDeath from overwork? Death in war? Suicide?<\/p>\n Assassination? Death in prison? Drowning?<\/p>\n Euthanasia? Death from illness?<\/p>\n Unattended death? Natural death?\u201d Why<\/p>\n do those irrelevant conjectures sound correct?<\/p>\n I come to myself and remember where to go<\/p>\n I start hurrying again to reach that famous store<\/p>\n where a long queue may be formed as always<\/p>\n I don\u2019t want to keep waiting in the line anymore<\/p>\n I\u2019m not sure yet what I can get there after the wait<\/p>\n People say uncertainly it must be \u201chappiness\u201d<\/p>\n Today\u2019s queue seems far longer than before<\/p>\n As I wonder at its tail how long I should wait<\/p>\n this time while controlling my own breath<\/p>\n a young woman in front of me turns around<\/p>\n and says: \u201cI have no idea why so many people<\/p>\n are desperate to return to the bodies they\u2019ve lost<\/p>\n I may go crazy if what is waiting for me today<\/p>\n at the top of this line is nothing but a sellout\u201d<\/p>\n The long line continues to extend behind me<\/p>\n The final word you said before going away<\/p>\n comes back to me: \u201cYou are a liar after all<\/p>\n You promised to learn my world\u2019s language<\/p>\n But you didn\u2019t as all my past lovers didn\u2019t\u201d<\/p>\n An old man wedges himself abruptly<\/p>\n between the young woman and me<\/p>\n He shrugs off my admonition and retorts:<\/p>\n \u201cI fought the enemy for you and I\u2019m useless now!<\/p>\n Can you guess why I\u2019ve been devoting myself<\/p>\n to every antiwar movement since that futile war?<\/p>\n For the sake of the happiness of you guys all!\u201d<\/p>\n I let him stay in the line with no words to return<\/p>\n A piercing voice is clearly heard from behind:<\/p>\n \u201cOoh-la-la! Holy cow! That\u2019s beyond human!\u201d<\/p>\n Is it jeering me? Or praising me?<\/p>\n An old woman wedges herself abruptly<\/p>\n between the old man and me<\/p>\n She pales at my protest and answers me back:<\/p>\n \u201cWhy are only experts treated well all the time?<\/p>\n Where the lives of non-experts are always<\/p>\n seen as negligible shouldn\u2019t be called society!<\/p>\n How can I do without muscling into you this way<\/p>\n when no one is willing to listen to my silence?\u201d<\/p>\n As soon as I decide to let her stay there<\/p>\n another high-pitched voice is repeated behind me:<\/p>\n \u201cBeyond human! Beyond human!\u201d<\/p>\n I turn around out of curiosity to notice<\/p>\n an angelic-looking child pinching my sleeve<\/p>\n and pulling it gently as if to represent<\/p>\n all the other people lining behind me<\/p>\n The child\u2019s face reminds me gradually<\/p>\n of someone I remember vaguely<\/p>\n A uniformed young stranger comes closer<\/p>\n to us all in the line and announces reverently:<\/p>\n \u201cBefore your purchase ends up in a trash bag later<\/p>\n please let me buy it for the sake of all the bereaved<\/p>\n as well as of our life histories and my sustenance\u201d<\/p>\n While the queue starts to move slowly again<\/p>\n several different rumors cross behind me:<\/p>\n \u201cSold out? Already? Again? Why so soon?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIs it true the store is unmanned all the time?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhy don\u2019t we go and start looting there?\u201d<\/p>\n The young stranger stands right by my side<\/p>\n and informs stately: \u201cAll you guys from here<\/p>\n down to the very tail would be well-advised<\/p>\n to go back home today and return here tomorrow\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBEYOND HUMAN! BEYOND HUMAN!\u201d<\/p>\n Only those who submit to the stranger\u2019s order<\/p>\n And choose to leave the queue (including me)<\/p>\n happen to end up this day\u2019s survivors<\/p>\n All those who keep remaining in the line<\/p>\n result in being wasted one after another later<\/p>\n This fact is reported to me a few days later<\/p>\n The latest news says under the urgent invocation<\/p>\n of state power nicknamed \u201cPoetry Policy\u201d<\/p>\n those before me in the line are destined to be<\/p>\n judged as \u201cadvanced citizens who rightly believe<\/p>\n that human soul resides only in the visible\u201d<\/p>\n whereas all the rest in the line (including me) are<\/p>\n destined to be regarded as \u201cfools who still believe<\/p>\n that human soul resides only in the invisible and<\/p>\n that you must keep sharpening your thought to see it\u201d<\/p>\n Our government is reported to have concluded<\/p>\n only the former group can gain their \u201chappiness\u201d<\/p>\n What would be happening to my life now without<\/p>\n the queue-jumping of those old man and woman?<\/p>\n Returning to my memory is the child\u2019s angelic face<\/p>\n which laments: \u201cI\u2019m stupid and quick-tempered\u201d<\/p>\n (I will say: \u201cYou\u2019re always candid and honest\u201d)<\/p>\n which deplores: \u201cI\u2019m lost without adequate thought\u201d<\/p>\n (I will say: \u201cI can feel your aspiration and vitality\u201d)<\/p>\n When the waiting line was split in front of me<\/p>\n Was the child still pulling my sleeve gently?<\/p>\n Wasn\u2019t the child going to push my back hard?<\/p>\n I go back to the pedestrian crossing right after<\/p>\n leaving the queue to watch my own corpse again<\/p>\n Finding the breathless body adorned with flowers<\/p>\n I start wondering which life is far happier:<\/p>\n Me dying beautifully in flowery illusions?<\/p>\n Or me surviving dirtily in harsh realities?<\/p>\n Can I really reach the best solution someday?<\/p>\n:: 61 :: Goro Takano :: Strahil Petrovski<\/h4>\n
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