Andrey Voznesensky
ru
Poem
(Translated by Alec
Vagapov)
November 2000
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All drawings done by Andrey Voznesensky
First Dedication
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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 or… 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
this upside down façade,
don't come to play, if you don't
care
about my
site.
I'm somersault of my inverted Motherland.
I'm a
clown, and it’s
cranberry,- not blood.
We're sick and tired of purges. It’s so
hard.
I am on
line. Speak
out, land.
You have
become the love of my existence
determining the living of my loving instance.
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Andrey Voznesensky,
"The Virtual Wind'"
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Second
Dedication
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You're lost. I say on oath.
I'll save it in my soul. It's true.
One seventh
part of earth
with such a
tiny name as "ru".
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Third Dedication
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-RU,
WHERE ARE YOU OFF TO? TELL ME PLEASE!
-TO THE INTERNET! THE WEB,
THAT IS!
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Andrey Voznesensky.
Poems. Translations. Essays
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Chat 1
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As I run out in the morning
I look around and I view:
beyond Rublyovsky Highway - there's ru
and in the wood where berries grew- there's
ru
Corrupted, dishonest- ru
reproved and disparaged - ru
the steering wheel, rudder - ru
the name of Vrubel has - ru!
Repeated stupidity – gee!
I scan it
in the wind and I see
the ECG of double u
www and dot and ru
I like three w and dot
and ru.
www-three boats of Rurik's?
and the accordion at night?
the song about cows? All right?
3 crowns and surety
the CIA and GRU
(Security)
ru
ru-banks
have shaved us all like planks.
At night
my t-shirt flies up in the sky
oh my!
waving like mad forth and back
along with messianic ru alias of Bach!
Is Ru so bad?
New York, Beirut and Kaunas cast spells.
They steal at home 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
‘I’ll crush you’- yells the sillywoman.ru
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Chat
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States are governed by
cooks. Look out.
Boys and girls are on line all this while.
There is nothing disgraceful about
hacker’s valour and hidden smile..
What goes on in your heart, hacker, lass?
Daughter.ru? Final specialised class?
No, it’s worn chrysopaz.
And despite the protective charters
crystal lenses get tired, alas.
Hairdresser
gets half of your salary
for the hair you wear so happily,
“Death to trash”, stylish hairdo,
as you leaf through the pages of Harper’s
like a piggy you breathe,
yes, you do.
In your cardiogram there’re hackers,
pretty lassie among them, too.
www.goodheavens!ru.
www.CityLibrary.Pushkin ru
www. roulette. Russia.ru
www.Kursk.ru
Or betrayal
of wicked
guru?
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Andrey Voznesensky
“Compassion
of
Stradivarius”
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Chat
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Now take care!
Don’t smash them glasses-
Casts of busts of Antoinette.
The interior of terra incognita
is defined as the Internet
Your clean-shaven PC engineer,
what on earth did, in fact,
he assume?
He was daft to’ve
adorned the interior
with the medical sketch of the womb.
It’s an object of tender affection
like
a red, purple map of his
land,
doesn’t look like the imitation
of an office,
important and grand.
He‘s a pro and a leech, well I never!
Like a baby, a hairless man.
He’s “inspired”- you see? How clever!
Well begun!
“It’s disgusting! Symbolic!
Capacious!”
The abused and insulted wall
shuddered angrily with indignation
tumbling down and taking a
fall.
Pink as soap, a soul or some spirit
From within Kamasutra
whined:
“Inner life! Never try to play with it !
Inner world! Never look inside”.
And
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,
where’re are ye goin’
to?
Comet rain will be next, you bet?
The interior of terra incognita
is defined as the internet.
www. rurgas.ru
www.orgasm.ru
www.buseness.ru
mouse looks for a hole –
ru…
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Chat
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(without RU)
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I am without you
It’s like being without ru.
Venus dressed in kaftan
will be changed to Kafka
They rob and (ru)in
like nowhere else
(ru)blyovsky Highway.
“Look for yourselves!”
“I haven’t earned on rhymes a single (ru)ble”.
“A mermaid sits upon a branch”
Don’t trouble.
I
spoke to the policemen.ru
“Charity.ru
begins
at home” -
said
Maria
Antoinette.
I am a
lonely ru.sail.
How
much is Mercedes-Benz?
Or should I say just …Benz?
…ina’s the girl of my
dream.
They
admire Newton’s
binomial
theorem.
What is
on?
TV and so on.
To: Judge Advocate General
(copy
to : district attorney)
“As far
back as in 1994 I invented the alias “Ru” (ru) and had it published. I herewith request to
make up for moral damages for plagiarism which, by my estimate, is 1 rouble
for each ru”.
www.woznesenskij.ru
You’ll be the first…
To chat.
Don’t drink alone.
“Fatigued
by spiritual thirst”
What if
you choke like Dovlatov did?
Now,
lads,
Read it
and envy me
I happen
to be
A citizen of the United Chats.
www.woznesenskij.ru
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Chat
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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
You’re in
bilberry field again.
Having rubbed in some pitch embrocation
you explained me the rules of the game.
There is tremor over the burdocks
and the fields, no
access to paint.
And your
breath disappearing, faded
you, my ru, can’t be manually made.
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Andrey Voznesensky
Prose
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Chat
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Night. Chelyabinsk.
Belts in hand, as a rule.
For my friend
I will fight to
the bitter end!
”It’s my granny. Vocational school.
And the
buckle with letters “ru”.
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!)
It’s
revenge for the beggarly life.
We’re a fist when
we all get together
All are friends, - like birds of a feather.
Face in mud, - not in tart or custard.
Someone’s floating up there on high,
winded round by the
buckle of bastard,
helicopter, a lonely guy.
Buckles carve stripes and streaks in the air
that are
not “double u” , - far from it.
Well, it’s me who snarls down there
from
beneath of somebody’s feet…
Speech is bleeding lively and spirited
with just one decent word which is “…sites”
up above in celestial vicinity
Motherland is saluting with lights
Where are you off to, ru?
Wo!You!
www.armed vehicle.ru
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THE TALE OF THE GIRL DARN FISH
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.
There’s no “kittycat” for the
kitty
It’s a
pity.
 www.turkey.ru
The turkey cries in the yard: boo!
before execution: www.ru
Skuratov
wears a funny bonNET
No kiNETic
skeletons in the cabiNET.
We’ll be caught in the NET by Kio.
We’ll be caught in the NET by Moskino.
We’ll be caught in the NET by Goskino.
Chaff and daff in the NET?
There is nothing of what is on sale.
He’s got
nothing to eat. All is stale.
No mono ten
No to ten
NO INTERNET!-
my
neighbour said.
It’s autumn. Monetization.
The bat doesn’t pay
for
illumination.
New cabiNET thief imposes “NO”
(In Russian it’s “NET”)
His forelock down on strings,
Somebody sings.
The plaNETary tears are shed
by Bashmet.
NO SHADOW
Independence is verification
for piety
and exaltation.
Bonaparte left a three flap cap.
Had we only left jubilation
of “Triumph”, that
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 doesn’t guzzle
and gobble,
and
stars are willing to pair.
Where nevertheless
Bashmet will impress
the genius Menshikov
who
likes mastication.
Christ rules out retaliation.
The woman, the artist’s
representation,
will convert InterNET
into
YES TO NET!
Leaves, in alt, setting out discomfort,
will
descend on the fields of rebirth.
Sleeping there, smelling and truffled
is
forgiving and pardoning
earth…
Do not urge my half-chiselled ru
to
mutiny! No, it won’t do!
A hacker, Bashmet’s one
time student,
grown up, mature and prudent,
forces open 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)
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“we are losing a talent” – I say.
Open the prison.ru, pray!
- For whom is -
the bell.com?
what
dreams does mosquito dream?
viRUs.mosquito, ru
mosquito
and comma ru
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The blade of Gilette
flashed.
Hey boss, put your pistol away!
The “tough guy” violently slashed
throwing
out the guts on the tray.
Like a bucked of purple pearls,
or people in the underground
the inside, all
steaming, hurls
the guts
and bowels all out.
Enjoy Russian style hara-kiri.
The boss will be put to shame!
It‘s disembowel
therapy, really.
Guts on the table! It’s much the same.
They won’t understand, either Russian
or
Yiddish. There’s a way :
pulsating miscarriage is dashing
onto the
table, eh?
The soul percolates and leaches.
The dog
made a dash for the guts.
The doctors will put in stitches.
www.ru www.ru. Nuts!
Holin,
I’m sure you’ll 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?
-It’s
Ru.
My
task.
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Chat 9
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Lay sisters of
order of hackers
have
sleepy night-owl eyes.
Young girlish lady in khaki
assuming a zombie guise.
The child of the network facility…
Some milk for
the harmful work.
You keep up
your soul’s 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
quietly said.
Is it sexual
terrorism? Dullness…
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 yesterday’s pillage
instead.
Zemphira?
You’ll laugh with derision?
You’ll 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 play Macintosh
you’ll shout : I bury the
hatchet.
This net! Let it perish. By gosh!
Ru
I am through.
Let’s read the original. What?
www.ru.
Oh my God!
We’ve forgotten
the dot!
And we haven’t
yet rhymed
the black
mini-hole
(What the
goal-keeper sees
in his dreams)
What is goal? It’s delay, eh?
Or your prank? Or your lark
and
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 they’re laughing
like beasts.
Ivan the
Terrible is having a feast
Kaligula is like Shura
and these
are as like as two pees.
We shall yet get through, ru!
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Chat
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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-new www things
are like
stainless and spotless
relations
on the forehead of human beings!
- For whom –
does the bell.com?
Welcome.
Wheels a-missing, barking like beagles,
every hour, as if by convention,
(“Jede Stunde” in
German translation)
the containers loaded with prickles
will be bound for the “ru” destination.
What are mosquito’s dreams ?
Common room? Comma.ru
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Please, forgive me, you fellow traveller
of present-day festive calvary.
You’ll get all you want and enough.
I am off.
I’m 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 and Blake have one woman.
Strange?
Moses leads generations
again.
I’m off to my last destination.
Forgive and forget if you can.
Falling stars lashed against
perforated colander. Cool!
Don’t 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
of
raiding line
is a
thing that happens off line,
off life.
The attorney’s morals
have plundered me all.
Upon my word!
I run into
you, heart and soul
of the
World.
I’ll break their rules of the game.
Those Boyars again!
With Pushkin I dashed to “Yar”. Uh-Uh!
I’m ru
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EPILOGUE
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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 Orwell’s 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 code the initial letter
as www.ru.
OK
Let them
call for the whole world to hear
When they fly in the heaven of blue.
Little cranes ever flocking up here
W
W
W
ru
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