Excerpt from “Cloud in Pants” (Vladimir Mayakovsky,1914-15)
I can be irreproachably tender,
not a man, but a cloud in trousers.
Now that the storm of life I’ve tackled,
I’m an equal candidate
for the throne of the universe
and the convict’s shackles.
If I’m destined to become a tsar here,—
my men will be told
to imprint your darling face,
onto the nation’s gold.
but, if I end up there,
where the tundra swallows the plains,—
where the North Wind with the river bargains,—
I will scratch Lily’s name all over the chains
and kiss them, laboring in the darkness.
Listen you, who forgot the color of the sky above,
like animals, wallowing in the slush!
in this world, this is perhaps,
the final love
revealing itself in the consumptive’s flush."
just friends, you know.
drink to forget
dont get upset
playing @ bard this friday
boys seem better in theory
The one prayer that is likely to be granted is when you pray that you should become a better person. - Michael Lipsey