in which life becomes a fantastical blur
of bodies in motion and at rest
(though rest for me is so fleeting of late)
as i am seem to be always moving on my feet
between working two quite kickass jobs
and smoothing out the kinks in various projects,
drawing, writing, reading, singing..
sleep? who needs it? i can do that when i am dead.
until then, and in the meantime-
my days are filled up with everyday antics,
though the parades have ended,
and the streets are so blissfully empty now-
wet with the aftermath of spring storms
and i, with ears ringing from the mad bombast
of gogol bordello, those crazy ukranians
that induced us to dance mad gypsy-ska tarantellas for hours
and get soaked to the bone, for the second time today-
though not in a sudden thunderstorm, the music made
the sweat pours off me in currents and rivulets
because i could not stop moving my feet, my hips and hands
shaking to the pounding of huge drums and violin-
i’m riding my bicycle alone and singing loud and careless of who hears
and all around it is so very very quiet!
“KOGOA VZDIDJET ZVEZDA HULIGANJETTA
not through shortcuts through the woods
not through undertable goods
but through its very golden gates
all i ever ask don’t let them change you!
..and the relatives from abroad..
mama papa djadja tjotja .. vzjali!
listen..blood speaks to you..
listen..you know it’s true..
listen..when i was little kid..
listen..of course i did..
NO VZOSHLA ZVEZDA HULIGANJETTA”
i’m such a sucker for eastern europeans.
i spent all the money i had in my boot
on their album- MULTI KONTRA CULTI VS. IRONY
catch them when they come to your town or you’re a damned fool.