[Poem] ‘Dawn Breaks In Krusevac’ by Alasdair Sclater

Facebook’s Eastern Orthodox Christian bard has posted a new poem in honor of his trip to Serbia:

Summer speaks

In the game of the dawn

Speaks the world in birdsong chorus

So wonderful stand the trees

In the window framed

Framed in the memory that speaks

The beauty of the new day

Cooing of the doves

In the beauty of their calls

So wonderful in the speech of morning made

And in the distance the sound of trucks

All is calm and all is peace

In the speech of the day made whole

Breaks the light

On the horizon distant

In the beauty and the wonder spoken well

And all about

The new day comes

In it wonderful possibilities now spoken

Tweet the birds

In the new game of territories

All the world spoken in want

And n the times

When comes he day

All in its wonderful possibilities given

Sun again to stalk the land

Further will run the river

The Rasina now in spate

Speaking all the water that in this country

The problem of floods made

And yet speak the sounds so peacefully

In all its glory the world made

In so much wonder a new day spoken

Bless the return of the sun

In its life

Greet the day so strong in possibilities

A new world can be made

In the beauty of the day that comes

After the darkness of the night

And life begins again

[Poetry] ‘Letter to Marianna Kijanowska’ by Volodymyr Bilyk

I don’t get to run into much that would, at least where I live, be termed ‘hipster poetry’, but thanks to my Facebook colleague, Ukrainian poet and musician Volodymyr Bilyk, I have a chance to sample a taste:

Not sure if it really means something
But i have to write this:
you are in some way almost shriekingly anti-strange
and it dissappoints me so much that it makes me curious in a scientific way
and i think i’m having not-so-over-the-top insulting stroke of faux faith in complexity
all because of you

Ask me “why” before you’ll ask me “what”

Well…
I have no clue how to explain it
i know nothing about that
so let it be the poem
at least on that terms it seems to be coherent

shriekingly as screamingly but with the double entendre and ox breath on the corner after a fight
anti-strange as friction but in terms of knowing
curiosity as brave attempt and scientific just to kill-off rampart interest of instinct

and please dont laugh at it

not-so-over-the-top insulting stroke is the stroke as usual but only when you get used to them –
althrough it remains the same in every form it gets.
faux faith is like old-age faith, it even fools you in the same manner as encyclopedic explanation of faith fools its natural understanding

my faith in complexity happened
because i dont believe that it cant be so simple. You cant be like an early records of Einstuerzende Neubauten. You can’t be just like you are and nothing more. You can’t not hide something in the very deep of you. you cant have no second bottom. It’s impossibly ridiculous
and even if you laugh and answer me so clever i will say you “cool” i just think that it happens like that all the way through.

and still it makes me wonder insultingly
but what exactly?
but i have written what already
maybe the second of one which is second one

But i think i just had written it to be misunderstood
in a world-weary way of course

So let it be the letter
And let it be my pay-off for the mad ununderstandung
And still i havent quoted Cohen’s song.

So long…
and be THRAKATTAK

Anyone who references King Crimson in poetry is okay in my book.