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POD STUPOR... CHTO NAVOROZHIT LITERATURA! (PROSTO PROSTITE EMU ZA PEREVODY)...

ПОЭТ ЭМО

NADO NOS LOMAT' OT BEDRA!

PUST' PUT' MALEN'KIJ POKAZHET (KLEVETU BUDU ZAMALIVAT'...) "NU KAKOJ ZHE TY GLUPYJ"...

VOT CHTO TAKOE ZHENYU ZABYVAT' --
ZHESTOKO S TOKOM I NE MODNO S TELOM...
ABRAKADABRU MUDROST'YU SZHIVAT',
SNIMAT' TO CHORNOE OTTENKOM BELYM

I PUST' ZAZHAT'EM NECHTO ZAZHIVYOT
TO U KOGO?  PISATELYA VNACHALE
I MAKEDONSKOGO... NE ZA ZHIVOT...
CHEGO EGO VRAGI I OZHIDALI

NO SAMAYA SPLYUGAVLENNAYA IZ
KOSTNYH POTER' VERLENOM I BRASSANSOM
OT MOLODYOZHI ADSKAYA, BEZ "JIZZ"
SVIREL' PROIGRANNOGO POSTOYANSTVA...

TUT GLAVNOE SMORKNUT'SYA ("BARKAS") -- SMOKTUNOVSKIJ, JENNA HAZE, ANGELA MERKEL ("STRELKA #6 ZANEMOGLA"...) HOROSHO-TEMP. KLAVIROM, A NE SHAMPAN'YU KAK RIMBAUD -- I POTERYAT' KOMP'YUTER KTO-NIBUD' DRUGOY POBEDU ODERZHIT (POTERYALI MALEN'KIE KLETKI BERNESA OT SINAGOGI)...

DARK COGNAC! NET BY EHLEMENTARNYM SPORTOM... (U MENYA BORODA CHUZHAYA)...

Holy Moly; Oh My Golly...
(M. Scherbakov)

Odysseus is in bunker,
You wear a hot pullover.
My first album was a clunker --
But so was the Revolver...

D-Day was jocund protrusion,
And so was your first boyfriend.
'Twas Marshall Mathers' intrusion
Into the Genia's stipend...

Hyena Heine was reading,
Diana kept hygiene
But Stevens was born in Reading...
How well do wear I a jean?

My reputation in Germany
Rests on sagacious Cossacks,
But why, if you'ren't even horny,
Watch John Cusack, when he sucks?

Subpoena rent pays by spinal
Insuicidities, where
John Updike so anti-vynill
Sees Woody Allen each year!

And so the psychee delusion
Pays for the psyche hospital
But you don't ask how is Lutian
Good Mikhail husband Tal!

(At any rate, whence the phlegma?
Who'll blood transfusions forgive?
There's nothing haughty at Wegman's --
Panera Bread is a sieve...

For what terrain is that complex?
Just don't hit cones when you drive.
Chuck Norris Fenways the dark Bronx,
McGiver cannot mcgive!)

Don't tell them you've earned a revue --
You seem so marital, why?
Tell 'em that you are my nephew,
Though it's a verital lie.

As the sea czar at the tripod,
Grab straight the rifle, and that
I am a madman with ipod --
That's my affair, tit for tat!

BETTER FROM THE PANTS!
(Mikhail Scherbakov)

All is so well; there's nothing better --
Fresh energy, the open air,
Fresh pattern on a cartridge holder --
The brave supports, where neck is bare...
The young Moon profile says, I hate you --
The world receives it with dark tides!
And all round buns of the potato
Are blooming thrivingly from sides.
Unanimously from reserve bra
Upfront, I made to infantry;
But beneath me -- a horse? A zebra
Sashays, ignoring charter plea!
Apart from that -- I need embarrass --
I see Moon's Ass that won't relent.
Which'swhy 'ts to her, not Moskva-Paris
My gaze's subliminally sent...
Elm Rasmus stars Udo Erasmus,
Marcel is off, and so the snake
But passport punishes sarcasmus
And in Chicago there's a lake!
The zebra clavicle, don't beg me,
Dance Zumba, beating the wolfstress,
The Biatrice needs to keg me,
But I am not in such distress.
Where's empress? Whom must I resemble?
The meaning's not in being a roast!
Once shuteye, twice I see preamble:
I am so lunar, but hoc-post;
I boast of reading Post ad-hocly,
I am not ugly as you say
But need miraculous recovery
Behind De Blaz -- Diana's gay!
Oh well, the Moon is beating brows now;
There is a difference between
The Marceliezze and Udo Erasmus --
Next year HD we bear a tween!

Sopranoes...
(M. Scherbakov)

Then and thereon whenon and where you schedule,
Oh heaven, to be living us again,
Will you instruct us sing but note the pendule
Between those stars we never can restrain?

Beginning from nil to the optic glasses,
The scan of heights as presently and thus
Not secret key, but the sword of Damocles
Will we find there again, for us?

Today -- tomorrow -- to be gaining speechly,
By borrowing, we have to no one's tune
Maybe, but with the taste and salt for beachthemes,
And few have left, not having paid the loon!

But when tomorrow, our tautologismi
You notice, heaven, meet us not with "seems"!
Let us not sink in dark rays of your gizmi --
Let's not burn up in shallow beams!

Oh star's Habsade -- tight gossamer's material,
When to the shadows flesh and blood will come
Teach us, from get-the-go, how to eat sereal
And not be serial as a hired gun...

Sacrilege us of heavenly protection,
Retain the hymns but forgo the relay.
Let it get sooner to us -- than infection
Of stately bread for daily day!

Rebel without Cause Overproduced
(M. Scherbakov)

Where are you now, the pedestrian barefish?
Barrels are void, tiderush is fair...
Fishtide geseungt it is oafish or lavish
You're in a den or in a lair.

As for me, having geared fair licences in aggression
I drag an empty driftnet up to the sultry shore.
However mine -- none's -- shore won't divvy away from me on,
So I can not pretend that I've much store!

Daintily countried-in, rooted, entrenched and resistant,
Local potato salt reached me by knees.
I know the local speech so indepth, in an instant
No aborigine will tell would you please!

But by the Mech embraced or bearskin, or deerskin deftly,
Sunny drifts duty shifts by, I go up to the board
Of insagacious ads or ludicrous dollyorders --
Can there be anything where I'm abhorred?

Electorate, fish's no longer in mention:
Wherever yes, there is no truce!
Anew now in my box, there's tomorrow's dictation
Not to oppress, but to produce...

Give him a hairy dose somnolences without treason;
Unmadagascar corner, furniture for the cane:
Let him impress himself as feeling here without reason
Is he a guest, can he remain?

Daily, nocturnally, gavel with sentence...
Sheets are amusing, cold is control.
Rustle inveigles me down nobody's commencements --
Local the salt, local console!

Never've I droned myself as either a guest or nephew --
All merely simply favors and curtinaceous gifts!
The News forget to change, but nails rattle in Nepenthe!
Local assortment by the gavel's thrift...

Naomi Watts... Lubricate and Work!
(M. Scherbakov)

Actually, I'll be helping myself forto:
For the inclement weather -- I will store tobacco --
Black days will find consoling -- head will distract with goo:

Many there, will you wait, joyfulnesses if thief?
For the inclement weather, cognac is all I leaf!
There will be at the very least where to drown my grief...

Memory can rup short, in a flash be forsook,
But to collect extensive diary, I need nook;
Enough introes and infos for a hundred-first book!

Cognac will drizzle out, tobacco'll fall apart.
But diastolic pressure teeth will knock out of scars...
There should be, at the very least, means to fire a hearth!

You'll have your lesson learned, my unknown friend I've found --
Outline all you have seen, and add it to the caisson; d-
Raw the recalcitration of all that's by and round.

Thought from the Capitol falls the last Apostol
Write down all you remember, including rigmarole
Or were you vainly learning grammar and epistle?

My Own Music At Last (Forbes Listing)
(Mihail Scherbakov)

"...is wholly the vapidest fake"
Wallace Stevens

On a two-wheeler (Wheeler, Virginia, Alexandria, that's Maryland
Where Sasha named alas Alexandra never has traveled or inundated)
Unsafe ferociously in the center, as on the Centre Street you'd be hated
In Chinatown, around 9/11, in a cachpeau leaving searing hand

Can you believe it?  I'll believe it,
My girl'sll believe it and her hub
The goal of Bellevue to leave it
And of the Roosevelt...  that's what's up.
Gotta be lying just to perceive it, but to embarrass myself -- I sub!

Well, an old Junga extraterrestrial on an old scooter called the footboard
Footbent his knees to an ugly maiden, as if from Beethovenian Polonaise
But he was way outer doctrinated and was sincere to the point of Cosa
Nostra awarely due to September -- due in September their date and yes...

Well, was annoyed I and was annointed, that the bang threatened unturtlish rump
And I begot -- which was double pointed (third Pasolini movie for Trump).

(Regurgitate, it'll come to fruition, why do you think that I hate you all?
Tergiversate; I am on a mission.  Straight to West Village and racketball
And practice there interinnuition, like any commoner in Lascal...)

I am unnerving?  I am observing -- I am not perving, as in Boston;
I'm on parole and the child is brewing second accordingly to sensation,
And I am not incorrectly viewing this Errol Flynn separatisation,
I am kikimorally dispensing with new-age laborousness of con...

Who else has done it?  All who have done it
Moved to Seattle or Oregon
But I am on it crossAtlaplanet and I won't man it until I'm done...
Wanna pretend it?  Love affair ended and so et cetera I move on...

KAKUYU DYRU ON VYLOMAL (S TUPAC'OM)?  GDE ONA?

("UZHE V ADU"... "RASTSVELI KASHTANY", RUSTAVELI)...

("NAPROROCHAT, NAGADAUT, NAKUKUUT")... .

Правильно сказано

Искусство поэзии

За музыкою только дело.
Итак, не размеряй пути.
Почти бесплотность предпочти
Всему, что слишком плоть и тело.

Не церемонься с языком
И торной не ходи дорожкой.
Всех лучше песни, где немножко
И точность точно под хмельком.

Так смотрят из-за покрывала,
Так зыблет полдни южный зной.
Так осень небосвод ночной
Вызвезживает как попало.

Всего милее полутон.
Не полный тон, но лишь полтона.
Лишь он венчает по закону
Мечту с мечтою, альт, басон.

Нет ничего острот коварней
И смеха ради шутовства:
Слезами плачет синева
От чесноку такой поварни.

Хребет риторике сверни.
О, если б в бунте против правил
Ты рифмам совести прибавил!
Не ты, — куда зайдут они?

Кто смерит вред от их подрыва?
Какой глухой или дикарь
Всучил нам побрякушек ларь
И весь их пустозвон фальшивый?

Так музыки же вновь и вновь.
Пускай в твоём стихе с разгону
Блеснут в дали преображённой
Другое небо и любовь.

Пускай он выболтает сдуру
Всё, что впотьмах, чудотворя,
Наворожит ему заря...
Все прочее — литература.
Поль Верлен, 1874, в переводе Бориса Пастернака, 1938

Вот как-то сразу понятно, что Пастернак :) "Кто смерит вред от их подрыва" - брр. "Вызвезживает" - прямо бензопилой по небосводу.




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