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01-15-2008, 16:40
Apollo and Marsyas
Herbert Zbigniew
the true duel between Apollo
and Marsyas
(absolute hearing
versus enormous range)
is held in the evening
when as we already know
the judges
have awarded victory to the god
firmly tied to a tree
thoroughly stripped from the skin
Marsyas
shouts
before his cry reaches
his tall ears
he rests in the shade of this cry
shuddering with disgust
Apollo cleans his instrument
only apparently
the voice of Marsyas
is monotonous
and consists of a single vowel
A
indeed
Marsyas
tells
the infinite wealth
of his body
bald mountains of liver
white ravines of food
rustling forests of lungs
sweet hills of muscles
ponds bile blood and shivers
winter wind of bones
over the salt of memory
shuddering with disgust
Apollo cleans his instrument
now to the chorus
joins the spinal column of Marsyas
generally the same A
only deeper with addition of rust
this is beyond the endurance
of the god with nerves of plastic
along a gravel path
lined with box
the winner walks away
pondering upon
whether from Marsyas’ howl
will not emerge in time
a new branch of
art- let's say- concrete
suddenly
at his feet falls
a petrified nightingale
he turns his head
and sees
the tree which Marsyas was tied to
is grey
completely
proszę o ocenę i serdecznie pozdrawiam,
Paweł Aleksandrowicz
Herbert Zbigniew
the true duel between Apollo
and Marsyas
(absolute hearing
versus enormous range)
is held in the evening
when as we already know
the judges
have awarded victory to the god
firmly tied to a tree
thoroughly stripped from the skin
Marsyas
shouts
before his cry reaches
his tall ears
he rests in the shade of this cry
shuddering with disgust
Apollo cleans his instrument
only apparently
the voice of Marsyas
is monotonous
and consists of a single vowel
A
indeed
Marsyas
tells
the infinite wealth
of his body
bald mountains of liver
white ravines of food
rustling forests of lungs
sweet hills of muscles
ponds bile blood and shivers
winter wind of bones
over the salt of memory
shuddering with disgust
Apollo cleans his instrument
now to the chorus
joins the spinal column of Marsyas
generally the same A
only deeper with addition of rust
this is beyond the endurance
of the god with nerves of plastic
along a gravel path
lined with box
the winner walks away
pondering upon
whether from Marsyas’ howl
will not emerge in time
a new branch of
art- let's say- concrete
suddenly
at his feet falls
a petrified nightingale
he turns his head
and sees
the tree which Marsyas was tied to
is grey
completely
proszę o ocenę i serdecznie pozdrawiam,
Paweł Aleksandrowicz