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In Focus

15th September 2022

In Focus

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Mária Ferenčuhová

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translated by John Minahane

15th September 2022

1 minute read

1

face presses on the linen
I impose my form upon it
vera icona
uncertain evidence for this world

towards the essence:
to smash molecules
rearrange atoms
abandon any prospect of
a measurable phenomenon

to change blood to water
subvert the inner environment
with ordinary procedures

 

2

there are three
      empty hands
they point downwards:

darkness
denser
not dissimilar to fog
smoke grey moustaches clouds
or a felt jacket

flood of eyes
gazes throats caverns
welcome me?             will they rip me apart?
absorb me?

 

3

to overcome gravity

in the mine slump of a pillow
and without a buoyancy force

to return
with gaze stabbing them through
distant from death
at a fencing-foil’s remove

sacrifice to the dead in the interspace
whatever you have to hand:

all your hair
a glass of water
an apple

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