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A Wooden Ox Rocks Zagreb
Where is the spiderly legs of blind colors of poetry? Is it too feeble to sustain the toppling words? The feathery pen of a black hand scribbles the tracks of its flows and flues on the white papers, reflecting the mental footprints on the crackling snowy plains. It cannot hold the automatically walking feet of of a Pinocchio, who always wishes to revive in another form.
How can I greet to the myriad white hairs of poetic images?
This poem book consists of five parts or sections, titled A Roof Without the House, Fossils of Sea Whales, Blue Eyes: Fantasy of Winter, Erotica Poetica, and Transport to Summer, It is an excerpt or a collection of poems throughout the poet's career.
Poetry
Camera
Camera
An indolent fellow, all too mortal as the lord of my temple,
creates pictures whole in the mind, a double role of mirror.
The viewfinder shows nothing but the background, inversed.
It just gives and steals the images, not using its mechanic brain.
A rose lass releases her self-timer to trip the shutter of life.
When focused, which one is the focal spank of the crozier?
Life is a self-portrait made with one’s own camera, blessing the beholders with mimicking power, recording the bygones with one’s trumph of time on one’s bald head. Only a sharp image of the inner mirror, the very it, keeps silent on its frame and blurred images of oneself, not in the mind but in the mirror of eyes. Light is the time to let the photographer of life see the figures clearly and correct his distance by negating the bromfide backside of the mirror. Who aims the camera, the lass or the main instrument of life journey? Evokation, evoke! How many seconds do you need to take a picture of yourself, ten seconds or one hundred years? An indolent fellow, nodding his black box, clicks his shutter not to take a picture of his mind which is always flying away from its shuddering sounds. Do we see the foreground of the portraits, or just the background of the subjects? We know the subject comes into our view only when it is inversed completely. How can we switch our positions with it? Nobody knows unless he empties his attitude or position. However, it would be too late when we know how to focus our life’s point. Right at that time, the Father Master’s crozier spank on our heads, “what are you doing, man?”