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Tomaž Šalamun

I Know Last night, in the water where Barnett Newman’s line disappeared, I drowned. I swam to the surface, like a black, dark-blue luminous blossom. It’s terrible to be a flower. The world stopped. Mute, like velvet, I opened, perhaps for good. Before, with Tomaž Brejc, we talked about the mystique of finance, about the… Continue reading Tomaž Šalamun

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Absurdism · Classic · Collection · Contemporary · European Post-war · Excerpt · Neo-avant-garde · Passage · Poetry · Slovenian Culture · Slovenian Literature

Tomaž Šalamun

Out of long nails I weld limbs for my new body. Out of old rags, my entrails. A coat of carrion will be my coat of solitude. I pluck my eye from the depths of the marsh. Out of the devoured plates of disgust I will build my hut. My world will be a world… Continue reading Tomaž Šalamun

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