My Quick & Quasi poems

Not an English speaker, but it doesn’t stop me from using the words, I’m afraid.

[HTTPS] My poems (Slovak) from years 2002–2020

4. 9. 2022

I’m working on building a better web

a capsule says, so I click…

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in 1996 my boss says

come in and sit down, sit down

here just enter something

you like… the day I saw Bukowski

in English for the first time

after work I was running to my friend, really running

running like the wind to tell him

that our love for Commodore 64

has died today because of the internet

& the web & AltaVista

running to tell him computers

don’t matter anymore

2021 (an assignment in a poetry MOOC)

a poem is a beautiful text

or, maybe, something like fresh air

a puddle after the rain with the small

shaky sun and the clouds running

out of your mind

you know it when you see it

like something made by the ocean

of Solaris – the tension

at the heart of all men and women

the deep, abiding, urgent and exciting tension

of the meaninglessness

a discovery that a single story, a monovalent

logic are not your nature; the gospel

speaks: words are gods and each is iconoclastic

a poem is a verb (to have faith) and grace

abounds in spite of sin

2020 (an assignment in a poetry MOOC)

I see you, blue mountains

without dividing line

between clouds and silence

you, full of unseen webs

each word has a little dreaming egg

still and stony, but with sunsets

the blue mountains

from here, you’re blessed

the street, still and stony

I can pick up a feather from a puddle

bring it home and no one will notice

how words can fly from the palm

to the end of the mind