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WHY

ПОЭТ ЭМО

PEOPLE HATE KREAMA (BY HOROSCOPE, KARENINA)... IN AN ESPRESSO? (DO I HAVE ECZEMA?) "O GDE ZHE TY, LEGION-GEGEMON?" (YA OTNOSILSYA K BABUSHKE KAK NUZHNO) -- EHTO OBRASCHENIE KO MNE? (CREATION OF LESIONS IN THE BRAIN FOR SHOPPING AT RED WHITE AND BLUE) 7 RAZ MY VSTRECHALIS' (MIR VSTRETIL POPUGAYA?)

1 YA PRISHEL S PEREVODAMI, S DVUMYA DRUZ'YAMI (ODNA IZ NIX DEVOCHKA... S KOTOROJ YA XOTEL, NO U MENYA NE BYLO OTNOSHENIY) POMNYU, CHTO POSLEDNEJ ISPOLNENNOJ PESNEY BYLO "KOVCHEG") SANDRA BULLOCK, KAK I MOYA BUDUSCHAYA PODRUGA SANDRA I VOOBSCHE VSE SANDRY, EHROTICHESKI, PO-MOEMU, MULHOLLAND DRIVE STAR LAURA HERRING, HOTYA EHFEKTNO MELISSA GEORGE ISTOK INDUSA V GALINOJ ZHIZNI (ARE MY TRANSLATIONS NOT MY OWN?  "CHRIS KYLE)

MY VSTRETILIS' V BOSTONE OBSUDIT' PEREVODY (ISTOK "BOLOTA" V RECENZII: POCHEMU MOJ VYBOR PEREVODOV V 2008 V PALO-AL'TO BYL TAKIM, NESOVMESTIMYM S MC 2) YA ISPOLNYAL EGO PESNI, VYZYVAYA NEOBYCHAJNO BLIZKOJ MUZYKAL'NOJ YAROST'YU ISPOLNENIJ, NO I VOZMOZHNO DERZNOVENNOST'YU VYZYVAYA NA VOPROSY AVTORSKIX PRAV (GALYA NE VYGLYADET ITAL'YANKOJ, EJ NUZHEN VAZELIN) PROOF NEWMAN'S OWN

EMU NRAVYATSYA TE ZHENSCHINY, KAK SAN FRANCISCO BRIDGE, CHTO EGO LYUBYAT PROOBRAZ STRAWBERRY V STIHOTVORENII MOEGO DRUGA (UZHE VOPLOTILAS' MOYA MAMOCHKA MAMOCHKOY "PSYCHO" V LYUBOM IZ EYO ZHELANIJ (VOPLOSCHENII))

Landscape Painters –
(Bulat Okudzhava)

Landscape painters, dip your brushes without meddling
into the Arbatian rush immediately.
Let your brushes be like leaves by late November,
like the leaves by late November, let them be.

Dip your brushes – dip them straight into the blueness,
by the long forgotten custom of this town.
Paint with love, verisimilitude and pureness,
how we walk Tverskaya Street all the way down.

Let the bridge come to and sway, as if awakened;
all the things that haven’t started, let them start.
Keep on drawing – keep on drawing, you’ll get credit –
why start guessing, what was good and what was not?

Be painstaking in your choices, paint our fortunes,
paint our summer and our winter and our spring –
it’s all right that we are foreign. Keep on drawing;
what is hard to understand – that I’ll explain.

MY VSTRETILIS' NA SLEDUYUSCHIJ DEN' NA KONCERTE (TY ZA PRAVAMI SLEDISH'?) RAZGOVOR BYL LYUBOPYTEN, NO DETSK I NAIVEN S MOEY STORONY (TOO MUCH DESKTOP -- POCHEMU NELAKONICHNO U TEBYA VYSHLA TA ILI INAYA STROCHKA (VYPAD IZ POEHZII) VPOSLEDSTVII OTVETOM NA EHTO BYLO "VEZITE SO SVISTOM MENYA V ILLINOIS" I ISPOLNENIE "LAMPOCHKI" ILI ON CHUVSTVOVAL ZAVISIMOST' OT MOIH EHROTICHESKIH/MEDITSINSKIH VKUSOV?  DOKAZAT', CHTO TAKIE LYUDI EMU PREZHDE VSTRECHALIS' BUDUYUSCHIJ DRIVE V 2008 OT KULUAROV S''EZDA K PEREVODAM (OPREDELENIE I SOTVORENIE KALEKI V LINGVISTE ILI PEREVODCHIKE "YA LUCHSHE, ONI TIPICHNY... ONI MENYA LYNCHUYUT" VYZVANO IM SAMIM IZ DAVID LYNCH'A) ISTOCHNIK EGO MARSA I "MAROSEYKI", I VPOSLEDSTVII CHEBUREKOV POCHEMU ON LYUBIT ODNU ZHENSCHINU I PROTIV MOEGO PEREVODA ONEGINA (RECH', POSVYASCHENNAYA BOL'SHOMU POSTU... RECH' VIELLEICHT) "TAK GOVORYAT I VYGLYADYAT GOMOSEKI" OTKUDA EHTO?  (VES' "FAUX PAS") "ON OSTAVIT POEHZIYU I BUDET KRUPNYM VOROM" VSYACHESKIE OTKLONENIYA (SVOYACHESKIE, NELYUBOV' K STOLOVOVOMU, MARINA, ANNUSHKA MASLO PROLILA. KTO PROVODIT VREMYA S TVOEJ PODRUGOJ?  SLEDOVANIE ZA MOIM STARYM PROKLINAYUSCHIM DRUGOM!  VO PLOTI MOYA MAMUSHKA: TY EVREJ I TY ESH' CHEESE-BURGER?

YA PRISHYOL K NEMU NA N'YU-YORKSKIJ KONCERT I ZADAL TAM PARU VOPROSOV O EGO VKUSAX K FAKTAM (CHUVSTVENNYM I ROZNICHNYM)... SVOYU TYOTYU YA SCHITAL PADAL'YU (PO IMPLIKACII, NE DUMAYA O NEJ: VDOHNOVENIE MOEGO DRUGA STIHA "INSTALLATION")

CHEREZ DVA DNYA, ON DAL SORGANIZOVANNYJ MNOJ KONCERT V PRINSTONE, VPOSLEDSTVII ZAPODOZRIV MENYA I UPREKNUV V POXISCHENII DENEG (V NOZDRYAX NOTARIUSA U GALI... CHUEMOE NA CONEY ISLAND, POLNOE SODERZHIMOE KNIGI MOEJ MATUSHKI)

Song from the Kindergarten, Why to California and What Happened to Shtirlits? (Drugs Don't Count, Stop the Whiskers' Count)...
(Mihail Scherbakov)

Some heights has reached upon the sight of Pechernikova
With machine gun, upon the path to shine
An SSI ensconced associate of the gramm'r...
Sviridova that's from Kherson.

Clarinet concerto
Played slowly from the trench,
The wench stands up
And goes to machine-gun, machine-gun, machine-gun, machine-gun -- "stop, Spivakov, stop!"

I didn't heed, I thought that here and now, toute and suite
Is tooth and sweet, dependent on the dance!
It's better, if we diagnose some weak charlatans
And instigate some conflict there

But they don't listen...
They think they're flute-players
For finches' cells!
Am I an imbecil, imbecil, imbecil, imbecil? Please, forgive me, Mish!

It's not you, that purport these theories round the clock:
The public waits with provocations to
The new-old song... denial varnishkes, kishenheit!
I just don't know how to explain!

The Coral Gables, a town in Miami! "Oh why it's me?"
Collects the viable, viable, viable, viable proof to vile exploit!

COUNTRY STAR THANK GOD LOOKING BETTER OT PROGULKI KAK NA OKRAINE KITAYA PO TVERSKOY (KAKOJ U ZHENSCHINY OTREZOK!) "ANNA SMOTRIT IZ OKNA"

TYOTYA IGRALA V KINGA.  ZABYL, CHTO PREZHDE BYL KONCERT V FAIR LAWN'E, GDE YA POKAZALSYA FELON'OM, IBO ZAKAZAL "SHVEJCARIYU" IZ-ZA EHTOGO GALYA, UZHE UZHARENNAYA ZHARPTICEJ, VPOSLEDSTVII POEXALA V FREEHOLD... PRISHLOS' IZGOTOVIT' EGO V SONATE, NO ZA NEGO FAZANA V "FLEJTISTE" ("TY MNE MSTI"... TOO LATE?)

MY VSTRETILIS' V PALO ALTO V 2008.  YA PODARIL EMU KNIGU MOIX PEREVODOV (DLYA NEGO SOSTAVLENNYH) I POPROSIL PROCHITAT'/PROINSTRUKTIROVAT' ODIN TEKST...  VYSHLO, CHTO YA POTREVOZHIL EGO PODRUGU, NO YA NE HOTEL PROGONYAT' EYO (ON NE EGOROV), ONA SAMA OTOSHLA

Joe Cotten of the Other Movie; Knows Relief
(Mihail Scherbakov)

Amenably prodigious; and rotten to the core embracing lighter chairs
I judge myself fortuitously last night uncovetously
A school boy newly disciplined, into an Asian mouth big-orbitting
I claim investments, returns doe-eyed coarsely exhorbitting...

How pawned I Hart Crane avidly, let nowly the appraiser you mislead,
My musically Harlem brings a disco Gaynor to the teeth...
The airodrome La Guardia untabulates the tracklines fine and beat
Uncaravagio to San Francisco
Four hours under sheaths.

There's no use to pay secondhands -- electric innocuities and vibes
Insouciantly scarletted the unserenest shoreline,
Obeyed to wholly integers, displaying the habitual assets
And the acuteness of aim to save honor made hardly frets

Thought seriously, escapage across the hundredscore and twenty states
(Among which New York Brooklynage is only chocolate bite and sleep)
Is unfiscal amenity of reading ads on trains and curing zits
But 5 minutes ago it listlessly unrated, just jeepers creep!

The distance came azurious, Azerbajdzhanian almost in reserve,
Not copiously Moldavian and nothing with Armenia...
I see the rails Magestrial, like Bach's surrogate hand, and Hitchcock's perve,
But really it's Ed Koch's unmoral restrail behind rats' nerve,

And though the rivers rescue me, Rasputinly, like hero crucified
And white its unique color, but I crave to phantasize the end
Of his horrendous influence that starts from the New Balance nine and a half wide
Amorphous from the martsipans and Belgian netto sold bellishments...

The Ocean Drive cocktailery, like cutlery sold earlier in the age,
Sent apes to my ordinary, and dominant ambitions...
And I no longer trolley sphere -- exhibiting the hemi, in college,
I perstigate myself with measured hems and cull equipage;

Electrical embarrassment exists for nothing straight-postured and free --
And victims of philosophy'll be some one other, than the Mate!
The airodrome La Guardia untabulates the tracklines souciantly
Bihemispherical to San Francisco

And clerically chemical -- don't call it alchemy, that wants to be 
Procrusteanly mescluned.

"CONVICTED FELON"

VYPUSCHEN BYL DISK "CH.M.1", V KOTOROM YA PROGNAN, KAK V "BEING JOHN MALCOVICH" CHEREZ TRUBU, KAZHETSYA, V REANIMATOR V ATLANTICHESKOM OKEANE TE V PAST' AKULY "SRG. PEPPER LONELY HEARTS" (NO OT "OCHEY DZHINGARSKIX")... BYL LI VELIKIM DEYATEL' LUNACHARSKIJ I PESNYA "BILLY"?

GORYUEM V DISKE CH.M.2, VIDIM PATSANA PREKRASNOGO... NO V GRECHESKOY POZITSII, CHTO PRIVODIT K OTSHTUCHIVAN'YU V K-2 (PUTAEM INGUSHATIYU S INDYUSHATINOJ, "I PROSIT O LYUBVI S PROTYANUTOJ RUKOJ")

V "ZAVTRA" DAYOTSYA UKAZ PROGULOCHNYJ V MEDIKAMENTY, KOI BESSOMNENNO POGUBYAT TVORCHESKIE SPOSOBNOSTI, GRANI OTNOSHENIJ S ZHENSCHINAMI... I ZAPUSKI V KOSMOS (A NE ZA USIKI KOTA) TOZHE, OB EHTOM SKAZAL UZHE SLOVAR' DALYA. SLIVY V SUPERMARKET'E NUZHNO POKUPAT', A NE KROV'YU ISTOCHAT' PISHA PESNI

ROYAL FARMS

By the Train
(M. Scherbakov) 

I couldn't take off on wings, into the night, a rail; 
On time isn't happening, the sleep might well prevail 
But with day's blaze in coup -- wayfarer eats some food 
And says he knows the scoop: in hell he can burn good, 
Inferno taste as soul -- and touched by flames but whole. 

Bandana gives him ruds -- in wins he sees no fits: 
Some HQ base deprived him of some benefits... 
And he is heading there, from the Point M to N; 
In debt is every square and they'll be punished then! 
He waves the fists at night. He can't be helped, not quite... 

He knows, he's right, and dub -- in hell he's well appraised 
That to sow ashe and blood he wasn't prod by the base; 
That to badge up the trap and boot up an old toe 
He is from birth made hap. It don't take an auto... 
Wayfarer drinks, I'm near -- I'm stranded with bad fare. 

The night fades out with nought, as ashe and blood is shed -- 
I feel I've tied the knot but can't contain my sted: 
I wasn't born for prods, I haven't earned my burn 
But fare is all I've got -- wrong ticket not returned 
And right one not procured: I'm late and I can cure!

CONSTRUCTION WITHOUT PUTTY PROOF IS NOT IN THE PUDDING (REASON FOR ALL GREY HAIRS)
(M. Scherbakov)

When not a 1 hun-dred volts -- a lectern -- in mouth, one jolts
To steal a coupon to Hurtz a hospital kitchen
Where serve they not soup, but creme brulee in a stu-pid way --
But I I just stoop and rich-ly say, it's ok...

Where comfortlier than be by a heating battery
And sinuous bumble bee vouch interrogation
The family members -- bark they, like a tempestuous narc
And standing ovation they give in the park.

If my teeth didn't hurt so whole, I'd climb on the entresol,
In Riga, where re-bemol (D FLAT) courteously
Refrains with celibacy with Boston Globe's glib merci
But then Ave Montrously L.A.'s the juicy!

To hospital in bare heels... in small ballet flats to keel...
I'll go in the morning -- ill... and walk away happy...
With your serious humor, docs, the troops losing what's Iraq's
And gaining what's snappy in snarly butt fucks...

Response is in treble clef (Zhivago in English... deaf...
And then "Fear and Trembling", breve, as Charging Bull stature...
Let somebody redden-cheek... He's no good in bed and weak...
And ferretting nature from each hilly peak...)

It doesn't matter racy friends, indulgencies, Macy's brands,
Or scary medicaments prescribed out of courage...
That you offer to my foe -- which's me, loving every toe
Of even that poor rage, that drives the auto!

O'erheated, embezzelled, brave, the lesson that Denzel gave
To actorly friends and knaves of one institution
Seem not banal, but precise, Ussurian tiger ties
But centepede-suited to fork and knife tries...

No hell promenades -- good heart, Tatiana Wolfson, part...
No tangency bites the start, no clemency matters,
Just on, concentrate, not him, who, usually heruvim,
But serpent in clatters, disopens a gym!

Just look at yourself in nude -- crepuscular menage good,
Vysotsky for that not stood, Matveeva bedims...
Your life will be long, not short; inveigled that "Naturmort",
Just beat them in rhythms! Aeneid not worth snort.

KILL WHEN WANT VAN KILMER :)

Analysis of Boston Stomachs (Girls')
(M. Scherbakov)

At first, I lived subliminally without a manifestation,
Crossed Sister Carrie with Bostonites -- excuse me, Bostonians
But after, after trepangs have won, I entered each deli ration
In Chinatown, and I read reviews of dishes by Tony's fans!

The dishes were curfew of a rock -- the rock cafe for the masses,
Devoid of franchise and underground, as Alice at M.I.T.
To whom giving guesting nude massage embarrassed but never asses --
She never turned around and displayed the usher part of the tee....

Embarrassingly, all the times have passed in Hollywood by Florida --
So Russians pronounce the trashy words denotating the vulkans...
Escuse me for inappropriate disservice to hotter-bigger...
I still don't have place to stay at, and pan cooks cakes in at Lowell, Mass.

How was the party, I predicted by lividly demagoguing
The Gog and Magog with the Gogol-mogul was mixed up as a mogul
But the main frustration was offices of such careering groggy
As in John Babbitt's novel Main Street and that is across the schull...

The rest is told by Tigress in pegnoir and Fast Times at Ridgemont...
Enrichment of the uranium took Genia out of NJ!
Enticement of debt-encompassment decompassed the camp abridgement
And compost became the main student diet displayed on their stomachs -- gray!




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