Valery Kourinsky

02.27.1999

ACME

 

Acme fell heavily.
From below ruins a sobbing laugh boohoos.
Smiles of the best that here exists are buried.
And vile and arrogant speech is stirring up my ambience.
The turbid sights around inspire awe,
because I do not see the honest eyes, which were
imagined, alas, uniquely imagined,
but in albeit such a way was real. I am bereft of it.
I am bereft of relevancy of this world
(please God it would be only for a while).
Acme is robed. Decay is inevitable like the death.
Why did stupidity do so brilliantly its job?
Why roughness won the day
in latent battle with the subtlety,
which gives us force of Heracles?
Why so? Why
so shameful deed was possible in this shortness
of time,.events and space,
of money, thoughts, and future, freedom, talks
with those beloved, with those whose life opened
for the other life that blossoms also
from reciprocity of vegetative wisdom
growing to the height ---and this is acme!..
This is what only truth can cherish,
and only truth without subreption,
and only truth in its over-splendid wholeness...
But truth is gone,
and that means that the life becomes exsuccous.
But truth is juice of life.
But truth there is by others, somewhere, maybe even next door, besides,
but it is absent in this minute,
in moment of my garden deconstruction.
It was not ours, it was only mine.

Acme is perished.
And an autumn happened in the spring.
And end occurred abruptly in the very middle
of the beginning.
And it is hard where only there's the ease.
Acme is crushed...
The particle of mine.
And all the same for fallen flag of chess-clock,
all the same.
All moves are done. The party 's won by evil.
There is no chance for dawn, there is no chance.
And drops of cry pretend to be a rain.
Mist everywhere prevails
when I so much need clearness.

Acme was broken like a glass, a string,
a thread, a world.
We now are absent
as togetherness.
Corroded by the lie the stem of aiming fouls.
No goals, no ways, no daring, darling.
Night has edited law
that must prohibit me.

Acme extinguished.
All my hope 's there, beyond horizon,
which is erased by demons so far,
but may be born again from womb of verity.
Then a new light will here appear
and generate new acme.