michael zeleny

                          SAY WHAT?
 
                                                                         ÇA ?
                                                           Tristan Corbière

A treatise? You don’t say! I haven’t treated squat!
A study? Slothful wretch, my culture fetid rot.
A volume? Random heap, sheets stacked in disarray.
Good copy? Not with me enmired in the fray.

A poem? Not today, my lyre is being cleaned.
A book? Of fusty tomes far better to be weaned.
A song? Would that it were, my ear is made of tin.
Fun pastime? Sordid den, dire boredom dwells within.

A cadence? Rhythmic flow is broken by dull grind.
A product? I divide what others multiplied.
A story? Handicapped, my lame and laggard Muse.
Clear proof? My mind is fraught by grief and lit by booze.

High fashion? Wealth and style inform nowhere my dress.
Grandstanding or grand mal? My spasms fail to impress.
Evicted from the hall, I lurk behind the stage,
In transit, poised to choose: a joy house or a cage.

Too old? But to retire, my tenure won’t suffice.
Too young? My hectic life will rid me of this vice.
A sage, a slob, an ace, a master, and a clown,
A stud without a flock, a king without a crown.

THIS is without pretense, and yet a blatant pose.
It’s life and nothing but, confessed in deathless prose.
A masterpiece? Could be, I never made one yet!
A farce? A waste? A bomb? Decide and place your bet!

I bet… and I shall sign herewith my humble name;
My child shall overcome each tainted libel claim.
Through chance it will prevail, its fate a stroke of luckArt knows me not at all — and I don’t give a fuck.

                            —traduced by MZ, 6 September 2005

“Alle auf das Recht anderer Menschen bezogene Handlungen, deren Maxime sich nicht mit der Publizität verträgt, sind unrecht.”
“All actions relating to the right of other human beings are wrong if their maxim is incompatible with publicity.”
—Immanuel Kant, Zum ewigen Frieden / Perpetual Peace, 1795

5 Comments on "michael zeleny"

  1. квн марта 2 May 2010 at 08:29 · Reply

    Народ в таких вот случаях говорит – Ахал бы дядя, на себя глядя. 🙂

  2. Jane Doe 7 July 2013 at 19:14 · Reply

    Holy shit, you’re ugly.

    • admin 7 July 2013 at 19:38 · Reply

      Gee, this is an eye-opener. I’m ceasing my struggle and repenting forthwith. Not.

  3. GrahamB 9 November 2016 at 21:44 · Reply

    “Art knows me not at all — and I don’t give a fuck.”

    What a line. Pure poetic fire.

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