Valery Kourinsky

02.19.99

FROM BEYOND THE LOVE

 

Breeding crevices and cracks.
Laying down a garden of torture
that is millions times more awful than that of Octave Mirbeau.
Gathering grass of frauds for the most loved...
In such way lives banality.
In such way exists a part of world.
"Le Satan conduit la balle..."
And sometimes all force of heart are concentrated
only for a single purpose --
to be and believe in love, with the poetry in palm,
with a crumble of the best to survive
in a strange unknowness named future,
which there is always,
which there is even when you perished,
when you are abolished here as a thinking substance,
as a form, which is able to love.