Voľný deň na výstave fotografií Helmuta Newtona

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od topánok po obe uši!
na helmutových babách
v rámoch iba z dreva
nie je veru slabá
žiadna jeho deva
stĺp mi zlomil jeden obraz na dva
moja ruka na pohlaví kradmá
tep mi stúpa už je tu
vrchol toho výletu
zakričal som rýchlo svetu
jednu orgazmovú vetu
dlhá cesta z našej malej ázie
neveľkou daňou pre mňa asi je
vo francúzskom kulturáku
s duchom frantu truffauta
nachystali fintu dáku
pripravili mi faux pas
helmut newton - ten čo fotí
tie bohovské výkaly
nekultúrni hotentóti
tam vtedy získali
pondelok - voľným dňom pre výstavy!

I Am Vertical

But I would rather be horizontal.
I am not a tree with my root in the soil
Sucking up minerals and motherly love
So that each March I may gleam into leaf,
Nor am I the beauty of a garden bed
Attracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted,
Unknowing I must soon unpetal.
Compared with me, a tree is immortal
And a flower-head not tall, but more startling,
And I want the one's longevity and the other's daring.

Tonight, in the infinitesimal light of the stars,
The trees and flowers have been strewing their cool odors.
I walk among them, but none of them are noticing.
Sometimes I think that when I am sleeping
I must most perfectly resemble them--
Thoughts gone dim.
It is more natural to me, lying down.
Then the sky and I are in open conversation,
And I shall be useful when I lie down finally:
The the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me.

Sylvia Plath