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Andrey Voznesensky. Ru-Poem. Translated from the Russian by Alec Vagapov

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    Andrey Voznesensky. Ru-Poem. Translated from the Russian by Alec Vagapov

 

Andrey Voznesensky

ru

Poem

(Translated by Alec Vagapov)

November 2000

Firstà Dedication

 

 

 

 

 

 

All drawings done by Andrey Voznesensky

 


Firstà Dedication

 

The site reminded me of the reflection
of a cathedral. It was striped. I sailed.
I was on line. Beyond the cogged erection
the " love you" virus bloomed and hailed.
 
I was on line. It was by far more real
than the Mossad orÅ Zoo. I was on line.
Mozart was floating upside-down, like a reel,
up on the piano.
And the site was mine.
 
I was on line. Like little Saturns
the raviolis were hanging up on height.
My hope seemed venturesome, all of a sudden.
It was my site.
 
I thank You once again, oh God,
I am allowed to enter the satanic paradise,
or rather hell, - it's stuffy - I am out,
I'm on your site,
how nice!
 
And if you, thunder-stricken, cannot bear
àthis upside down façade,
àdon't come to play, if you don't care
àabout my site.
 
I'm somersault of my inverted Motherland.
I'm a clown, and itÒsà cranberry,- not blood.
We're sick and tired of purges. ItÒs so hard.
I am on line.à Speak out, land.
 
You have become the love of my existence
determining the living of my loving instance.

 


Andrey Voznesensky,
"The Virtualà Wind'"

 

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Second Dedication

 

You're lost. I say on oath.
I'll save it in my soul. It's true.
One seventh part of earth
àwith such a tiny name as "ru".

...

 

 

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Thirdà Dedication

 

-RU, WHERE ARE YOU OFF TO? TELL ME PLEASE!

-TO THE INTERNET! THE WEB, THAT IS!


Andrey Voznesensky.

Poems. Translations. Essays

 

 

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Chat 1

 

As I run out in the morning
I look around and I view:
beyond Rublyovskyà Highway - there's ru
and in the wood where berries grew- there's ru 
 
Corrupted, dishonest-àà ru
reproved and disparaged - ru
the steering wheel, rudder -à ru
the name of Vrubel has -à ru!
 
Repeated stupidity Ö gee!
I scan ità in the wind and I see
the ECG[1]à of double u
www and dot and ru
I like three w and dot and ru.
 
www-three boats ofà Rurik's?
and the accordion at night?
the song aboutà cows? All right?
3 crowns and surety
the CIA and GRU[2]
à(Security)
ru
 
 

ru-banks
haveà shaved us all like planks.
At nightà my t-shirt flies up in the sky
oh my!
waving like mad forth and back
along with messianic ru aliasà of Bach!
 
Is Ru so bad?
New York, Beirut and Kaunas cast spells.
They steal at homeà like nowhere else!
We scold ourselves when we're abroad!
We steal,
but save our souls and pray to God.
www. a foreign nation.ru
www.a corporation.ru
www.a troubadour.ru
ÑIÒll crush youÒ- yells the sillywoman.ru

 

 

 

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Chat 2

 

States are governed by cooks. Look out.
Boys and girls are on line all this while.
There is nothing disgraceful aboutàà
hackerÒs valour and hidden smile..
What goes on in your heart, hacker, lass?
Daughter.ru? Final specialised class?
No, itÒs worn chrysopaz.
And despite the protective charters
crystal lenses get tired, alas.
 
Hairdresserà gets half of your salary
for the hair you wear so happily,
àÓDeath to trashÔ, stylish hairdo,
as you leaf throughà the pages of HarperÒs
like a piggy you breathe,à yes, you do.
In your cardiogram thereÒre hackers,
pretty lassie among them, too.
www.goodheavens!ru.

www.CityLibrary.Pushkin ru
www. roulette. Russia.ru
www.Kursk[3].ru
Or betrayal of wickedà guru?

àààààààààààààààààààà

 


Andrey Voznesensky

ÓCompassion
ofà StradivariusÔ

 

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Chat 3

 

Now take care!
DonÒt smash them glasses-
Casts of bustsà of Antoinette.
The interior of terra incognita
is defined as the Internet
 
Your clean-shaven PC engineer,
what on earth did, in fact,à he assume?
He was daft toÒve adorned the interior
with the medical sketch of the womb.
 
ItÒs an object of tender affection
likeà a red, purple map of hisà land,
doesnÒt look like the imitation
of anà office, important and grand.
 
HeÑs a pro and aà leech, well I never!
Like a baby, a hairless man.
HeÒs ÓinspiredÔ-à you see? How clever!
Well begun!
 
ÓItÒs disgusting! Symbolic! Capacious!Ô
The abused and insulted wall
shuddered angrily with indignation
tumbling down andà taking a fall.
 
Pink as soap, a soul or some spirit
From within Kamasutra whined:
ÓInner life! Never try to play with it !
Inner world! Never look insideÔ.
 
Andà his skull was a-shaking , which followed
by the gush of the ring in his ear,
and we saw by the wall it was swallowed.
Oh dear!
 
First the skull, then the leg disappeared
in the stony and mortal game.
It was long till the stone-work appeared
to be calm and quiet again.
 
Where are you crazy boy,
àwhereÒre are ye goinÒ to?
Comet rain will be next, you bet?
The interior of terra incognita
is defined as the internet.

àwww. rurgas.ru
àwww.orgasm.ru
àwww.buseness.ru
àmouse looks for aà hole Ö
àruÅ

 

 

 

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Chat 4

à(without RU)

 

I am without you
ItÒs like being without ru.
 
Venus dressed in kaftan
will be changed to Kafka[4]
 
They rob and (ru)in like nowhere else
(ru)blyovsky Highway.
ÓLook for yourselves!Ô
 
ÓI havenÒtà earned onà rhymes a singleà (ru)bleÔ.[5]
ÓA mermaid sits upon a branchÔ[6]
DonÒt trouble.
 I spoke to the policemen.ru
 
ÓCharity.ru
begins at homeÔ -
said
Maria Antoinette.
 
I am a lonely ru.sail.
How much is Mercedes-Benz?
Or should I say just ÅBenz?
 
ÅinaÒs the girl of my dream.
They admire NewtonÒs
àbinomial theorem.
What is on?
TV and so on.
 
 
To:à Judge Advocate General
(copy to : district attorney)
ÓAs far back as in 1994 I invented the alias ÓRuÔ (ru) and had it published. I herewith request to make up for moral damages for plagiarism which, by my estimate, isà 1 rouble for eachà ruÔ.
 
àà www.woznesenskij.ru
 
YouÒll be the firstÅ
àTo chat.
DonÒt drink alone.
ÓFatigued by spiritual thirstÔ[7]
What if you choke like Dovlatov did?
Now, lads,
Read it and envy me
I happenà to be
A citizen of the United Chats[8].

www.woznesenskij.ru

 

 

 

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Chat 5

 

You love me so,
you love me, love me so!
with injection of drug in your heart,
taking off heaps of skirts you go
to acquaint me with nudes, soft and hard.
 
You are freedom of my subjugation
YouÒreà in bilberry field again.
Having rubbed in some pitchà embrocation
you explained me the rules of the game.
 
There is tremor over the burdocks
and the fields,à no access to paint.
And yourà breath disappearing, faded
you, my ru,à canÒtà be manually made.

 


Andrey Voznesensky

Prose

 

 

 

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Chat 6

 




Night. Chelyabinsk[9].
Belts in hand, as a rule.
For my friend
àI will fightà to the bitter end!
ÔItÒs my granny. Vocational school.
And the buckle with letters ÓruÔ.
 
Buckles whistle. Come on! Smite and beat it!
Buckles sullied, to blemish the face.
On the Day of the Holly Spirit!
Buckles welded with led, just in case!
 
Street fighting! Revenge and requital!
(The front porch with shingle is littered!)
ItÒs revenge for the beggarly life.
WeÒre aà fist when we all get together
All are friends, - like birds of a feather.
 
Face in mud, - not in tart or custard.
SomeoneÒs floating up there on high,
winded round byà the buckle of bastard,
helicopter,à a lonely guy.
 
Buckles carve stripes and streaks in the air
that are notà Ódouble uÔ , -à far from it.
Well, itÒs me who snarls down there
from beneath of somebodyÒs feetÅ
 
Speech is bleeding lively and spirited
with just one decent word which is ÓÅsitesÔ
up above in celestial vicinity
Motherland is saluting with lights
 
Where are you off to, ru?
Wo!You!

www.armed vehicle.ru

 

 

Chat 7

 

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THE TALE OF THE GIRL DARN FISH [10]
 
The woman spun woollen thread
The man caught fish with a net. 
No extraterrestrials in the NET.
The countries for which they are bound
are not to be found.
One has to be fed
to become red.
 
 
 
 
I like Nescafe with caviar, do you?
Neither w, nor double u, nor ru.
 

ThereÒs no ÓkittycatÔ for the kitty
ItÒs a pity.   

www.turkey.ru

The turkey cries in the yard:à boo!
before execution: www.ru 
Skuratov [11]wearsà a funny bonNET
No kiNETic skeletons in the cabiNET.
WeÒll be caught in the NET by Kio[12].
WeÒll be caught in the NET by Moskino.[13]
WeÒll be caught in the NET by Goskino.[14]
Chaff and daff in the NET? 
There is nothing of what is on sale.
HeÒs got nothing to eat. All is stale. 
 
No mono ten
No to ten 
 
 
 
 
 


NO INTERNET!-
my neighbour said.
 


ItÒs autumn. Monetization.
The bat doesnÒt pay
for illumination.
 
New cabiNET thief imposes ÓNOÔ
(In Russian itÒs ÓNETÔ)
His forelock down on strings,
Somebody sings.
The plaNETary tears are shed
by Bashmet.[15]
 
NO SHADOW
 
Independence is verification
for piety and exaltation.
Bonaparte left a three flap cap.
Had we only left jubilation
 
of ÓTriumphÔ, thatà trick off the map,
it would have been an endeavour!
Uncommon? What if for ever?
 
The artists are selfless there
ignoring the dirty squabble,
one doesnÒtàà guzzle and gobble,
and starsà are willing to pair.
 
Where nevertheless
Bashmetà will impress
the genius Menshikov
who likesà mastication.
Christ rules out retaliation.
The woman, the artistÒsàà representation,
willà convert InterNET
à into
àYES TOà NET!




Leaves, in alt, setting out discomfort,
will descend on the fields of rebirth.
Sleeping there, smelling and truffled
is forgiving andàà pardoning earthÅ
 
Do not urge my half-chiselledà ru
to mutiny! No, it wonÒt do!
 
A hacker, BashmetÒs one timeà student,
grown up, mature and prudent,
forces openà the code of the bank
-just for fun, like playing a prank
Talents strive for the good, they do:
www.prison.ru
www.asthma.ru
 
I sign a letter to the Tsar. I do!
(www.merchant.ru)àà Ôà
Ówe are losing a talentÔ Ö I say.
Open the prison.ru, pray!
 
- For whom is -
àthe bell.com?
what dreams does mosquitoà dream?
viRUs.mosquito, ru
mosquito and comma ru

 

 

Chat 8

 

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The blade ofà Gilette flashed.
Hey boss, put your pistol away!
The Ótough guyÔ violently slashed
throwing out the guts on the tray.
 
Like a bucked of purple pearls,
or people in the underground
the inside, allà steaming,à hurls
the guts and bowelsà all out.
 
Enjoy Russian style hara-kiri.
The boss will be put to shame!
àItÑs disembowel therapy, really.
Guts on the table! ItÒs much the same.
They wonÒt understand, either Russian
or Yiddish. ThereÒs a way :
pulsating miscarriage is dashing
onto the table, eh?
The soul percolates and leaches.
The dogà made a dash for the guts.
The doctors will put in stitches.
àwww.ru www.ru. Nuts!
 
Holin, IÒm sure youÒll be able
to remember -oh bosh ! - all this.
When throwing the guts on the table -
the desk, that is.
 
The female cops will scream,
a veil beneath the mask:
- whose chat is it? Whose teem?
-ItÒsà Ru.
àMy task.

 

 

 

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Chat 9

 

Lay sisters of order ofà hackers
à have sleepyà night-owl eyes.
Young girlish lady in khaki
assuming a zombie guise.
 
The child of the network facilityÅ
Some milk for the harmful work.
You keep up your soulÒsàà viability
by using non-standard word.
 
At heart you are tough and molded.
Heated girl, with math in your head.
You can speak up straight from the shoulder,
say what cannot be quietlyà said.à
 
Is it sexual terrorism? DullnessÅ
Like a beautiful insect, the soul,
quite obscure and alien, struggles
in the butterfly net, in a hole.
 
Mini anger is stirring within you
like it happens in every head.
Just two uncommitted murders,
and yesterdayÒs pillage instead.
 
Zemphira?
YouÒll laugh with derision?
YouÒll jump down the roof? Play a trick?
Unlettered and conscious decision
like a mouse, to fingers will stick.
 
And then you will feel so wretched
that starting to playà Macintosh
youÒll shout : I bury the hatchet.
This net! Let it perish. By gosh!
 
Ru
I am through.
 
LetÒs read the original. What?
www.ru.
Oh my God!

àWeÒve forgotten the dot!

And we havenÒt yet rhymed
the black mini-hole
(What the goal-keeper sees
àin his dreams)
What is goal? ItÒs delay, eh?
Or your prank? Or your lark andà horseplay?
 
Or the mouse starts the game
by upsetting dots again.
Turning it into dash?
Or trash?
Beyond the fence some flowers grew.
www.ru
 
Up to now theyÒreà laughing like beasts.
Ivan the Terrible is having a feast
Kaligula is like Shura[16]
and these
are as like as two pees.

We shall yet get through, ru!

 

 

 

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Chat 10

 



www bound in faggot
is a dangerous black light, you bet.
Thorns and prickles turned upside down
are defined as the Internet
Just like Christmas-tree decorations
these brand-newà www things
are likeà stainless and spotlessàà relations
on the forehead of human beings! 
- For whom Ö
does the bell.com?
Welcome.
Wheels a-missing,à barkingà like beagles,
every hour, as if by convention,
(ÓJede StundeÔ in German translation)
the containers loaded with prickles
will be bound for theà ÓruÔ destination.
 
What are mosquitoÒsà dreams ?
Common room? Comma.ru


 

 

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OFF

 

Please, forgive me, you fellow traveller
of present-day festive calvary.
YouÒll get all you want and enough.
I am off.
 
IÒm Ophelia of dirty realities.
The ophthalmic-crystal looks show.
I am off the official formalities,
Offshore.
I have ruined your life entirely,
to ashes, as stated above.
I have been to Boldino timely,
yes, I have.
 
Generations and humans
change
Blok [17] and Blake[18]à have one woman.
Strange?
 
Moses leads generations
again.
IÒm off to my last destination.
Forgive and forgetà if you can.
 
Fallingà stars lashed againstà perforated colander. Cool!
DonÒt be naive to believe in free download, fool.
 
I am a stable woman
in our unstable times.
high treason, betrayal of humans
are my charms.
 
The envious lying
àof raiding line
is aà thing that happens off line,
off life.
 
The attorneyÒsà morals have plundered me all.
Upon my word!
I run into you, heart and soul
àof the World.
 
IÒll break their rules of the game.
Those Boyars[19]à again!

With Pushkin I dashed to ÓYarÔ[20]. Uh-Uh!

IÒm ru

 

 

 

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EPILOGUE

 

 

I love you, I love you
I love you! I do!
All talented scoundrels
Are smashed by your genius, ru!
 
Your hounds have torn up my calves,
and now when I burn anew
the following letters arouse:
your name www.ru.
 
Shareholders enjoyed celebrations,
like OrwellÒs hogs taking pleasure in you
avoiding Public Relations,
yours.unpromoted.ru
 
You have saved me and kissed.
Never better!
Therefore when I pass away
I will codeà the initial letter
as www.ru.  
OK
 
Let them call for the whole world to hear
When they fly in the heaven of blue.

Littleà cranes ever flocking up here

     W
       W
          W
         ru     

 

 

 

 

 

 



[1] ECG Ö Electrocardiogram

[2] GRU Ö Chiefà Intelligence Department in Russia

[3] Kursk Ö Russian nuclear submarine which was wrecked in theà Barenz Sea in 2000

[4] Kaf‡kaà Franz, 1883Ö1924, Austrian novelist and short-story writer, born in Prague.

[5] ÓI havenÒtà earned onà rhymes a singleà (ru)bleÔ Ö reference to MayakovskyÒs poem
[6] ÓA mermaid sits upon a branchÔ Ö Reference to PushkinÒs poem
[7] ÓFatigued by spiritual thirstÔà -à Reference to PushkinÒs poem

 

[8] I happenà to be aà citizen of the United Chats Ö reference toà MayakovskyÒs poem on Soviet Passport:
ààààà ÓRread it and envy me I happen to be
ààààààà A citizen of the Soviet UnionÔ.

[9] Che‡lya‡binsk - A city of western Siberian Russia, south of Sverdlovsk. Founded in 1736 as a Russian frontier outpost, it is a major metallurgical and industrial center. Poulation, 1,096,000.

 

[10]à THE TALE OF THE GIRL DARN FISH  -à reference to PuschkinÒsà literary work

à ÓThe Fairy Tale of The Fisherman and the Golden FishÔ

[11]àà Skuratov Ö Chief ofà repressive machinery under Ivan the Terribleà in the 15th century

[12]à Kio -à famous Russian magician and conjurer

[13]à Moskino -Administrative body of Moscow cityà Cinematography

[14]à Goskino - Administrative body of all - Russianà State Cinematography

[15]à Bashmet Ö contemporary Russian musician and composer

[16]à Shura -à common Russian name, short for Alexander (also:à Shurik,à Sasha)

[17]à Blok,à Aleksandr Aleksandrovich. 1880-1921. Russian poet. Considered Russia's greatest symbolist poet, he is particularly noted for his lyrics, verse dramas, and long poem The Twelve (1918).

 

[18]àà Blake, William. 1757-1827. British poet and artist whose paintings and poetic works, such as Songs of Innocence (1789) and The Marriage of Heaven and Hell (c. 1790), have a mystical, visionary quality.

 

[19]àà Bo‡yarà -à A member of a class of higher Russian nobility that until the time of Peter Ià headed the civil and military administration of the country and participated in an early duma.

 

[20] àBa‡bi Yarà -à A ravine outside Kiev , the Ukraineà where the Jews of the city were killed by German troops in 1941. The massacre is commemorated in Yevgeny Yevtushenko's 1961 poem ÓBabi Yar

 


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