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“I raise as a goblet of wine the skull filled with my poetry.”

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To all of you —
those I liked or like —
cherished as icons in the cave of my soul,
solemnly, I raise as a goblet of wine
the skull filled with my poetry.

I contemplate —
so often —
ending my days
with the full stop of a bullet.
This evening,
for all of you —
just in case —
I am giving a farewell concert.

Memory,
pack the brain’s auditorium
with inexhaustible swarms of beloveds.
Spatter laughter from eye to eye,
sate the night with former weddings’ glory.
Fill every soul with a jocular mood
so that this night is forgotten by no one.
Today I shall play the flute —
my backbone.
⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

— from Vladimir Mayakovsky’s The Backbone Flute, 1915

 

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RUSSIA.

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You know a country is badass when its poets look like goddam gunfighters.

Below is Vladimir Mayakovsky at age 20.

My first thought when I turned this up (strangely enough, on an unrelated Google search) was “Roland of Gilead.” Mayakovsky actually was an actor.  If he were alive today, maybe he could be cast in the upcoming “Dark Tower” movie adaptation.

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Separated at birth?

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This is just plain nuts.  One of the photos you see below is of Dennis Villelmi, my good friend, an outstanding poet, and my co-author in the horror anthology “All Hail the New Flesh.”  Another is of Vladimir Mayakovsky, the famed early 20th Century Russian poet, playwright, artist and actor.

AND I’M PRETTY SURE THEY’RE THE SAME GUY.  Seriously.

Please.  Skip the nonsense about reincarnation.  Wiser minds will agree — science dictates that the only logical conclusion here is that Dennis is Highlander.  (In the end, there can be only one.)

Check out Dennis’ blog, “a death’s head in green light,” right here:

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