poésie contemporaine - contemporary poetry - poesía contemporánea - zeitgenössische poesie - الشعر المعاصر - современная поэзия - 当代诗歌 - თანამედროვე პოეზია - 現代詩 - samtímaljóð - сучасна поезія - mashairi ya kisasa
Andro Dadiani - ვედრება -Begging - SupplicationVideo : Lazare VaraziVersion en public à AntiBabylon (Berlin) :Andro Dadiani - ვედრება -Begging - SupplicationVideo : AntiBabylon / Dadiani“Begging(poem for the reader’s voice)God save me from this winter,from the carelessness of the neighbor,from a gas leak, from the law, or rather,from rats crawling through the holesof the law from power greater than the law,from glory, Protect me from powerof Superman and from the greed.Protect me from an imitating manwho arisesis in me when in streets,give me natural muscle, weak and stretched,Naturals, God naturals ! tall and big naturals !protecting me from tall naturals, protect mefrom the heights to forget my lowliness.To avoid hopelessness higher than me,blood pressures lower than mine,tongues longer than mine language studies,language censorship, tongue coming outs,tongue coming ins, tongue-twisting,tongue stiffening, tongue wrapping,tongue bitingGod, save me from AIDS too...First forgive me some things and thenprotect me : Forgive me for my love of fruitsand vegetables. forgive me for throwingaway apples, blade of Cain Forgive me,nature of Ares, forgive me for notunderstanding the weight, and depthof your truth, (forgive the two-dimensionalthinking), forgive me for quietly sneakingaway from my own wedding,forgive me for destroying the baskets of theneighbor’s children and sneaking into theyard, feudal religios forgive me, religiosity ingeneral, forgive me please ; Uneven views,toothless jokes, pathless forests, forgive mefascism and victim of Iphigenia, samson’scut braid and wordless songs, forgive theromanticism after Auschwitz, forgive me forsacrificingthe skin of the fig stew, forgive me April 9,and forgive me May 17, protect me fromMay 17, God protect me, God protect me,God protect me from May 17God, protect me from AIDSYes ! Don’t if you want to stop protectingme from this. I’m not afraid anymore.I have to ask you for protection from myhungry dog, I also want to protect myselffrom the aggressive fuckers (If you’re notafraid of it yourself, and if you’ve got theballs), God and St. George of Gorijvari !protect me from rising utility bills, protect mefrom criminal prosecution, can’t you protectme from this lack of air ?!therefore, at least protect me from theinevitable cancer, Awww, come on, come on,really protect me from this protect me fromthe plague too I beg you. Protect me fromtongue twisters, from the chicken blindness,from the pink glasses, from the pink-walledcastle, from the pink flying hippos and fromS.u.s’s supervision...Well, protect me from that too, but alsoprotect S.u.s from your supervision,Well, protect me from that too, but alsoprotect Susi from your supervision.Protect my dog from his lover,save my lover from me,me from my sad lover,my great mother from being even greater,my father from my mother,my mother from my father,my father from being late for work...Oh, God ! protect me from revealing -my sexual fetishesfrom my father’s panties, or rather, smell.motherhood begs you hidemy mother’s bras which I got usedto wear no more and you protect mefrom watching my father in the toiletand my mother...Mom, how have I changed ?!Mom, what happened to me ?!If my friends hear, May my friends don’t hear…If my friends hear, May my friends don’t hear...Oh, what if my friends hear,May my friends don’t hear...Oh what if my friends hear,May my friends don’t hear,Oh what if my friends hear, May my friends don’t hear...Oh my god, I’m begging you,oh don’t say it anywhere, protect me withyour big skirt, with your sexy big hands.If only my friends knew how jealous I am of all their success...God save me, God save me,God save me from friends like me !God save me, God save me,God, protect me from the assholes like me !God save me, God save meGod protect me from bustards like me !God protect me, God protect me,God Gume gumu gumegumu gume gumu, gme cami gme cami, gme . . .what the hell is this, why are they shooting at each other like that ?come with me don’t go anywhere,don’t go out, know you havelost faith in this city, you probably thinkthat you are weak, I’ll tell you, you got fakebut it’s better for you to stay, Moscow doesnot believe in tears, here you will cry,they will give you a hand,maybe you’ll think, Really stay here, it’s better for you.God, how you tremble, God, how cold youare, come with me, I will melt your legs,I will pour hot water into the bowl,come on baby, Let me pick you up andtake you to me, come, let me cover you.(poem for readers voice) From collected poems “Purgatorio” Poems for readers voice - is an attempt to search for new layers in the music of poetry. It is a declaration of potentials of voice – tone, pace, accents, dynamic signs, heights as a poem’s vital expressive nuances in free poetry. My intent is for readers to enjoy their voice, approach text structurally similar to an operatic aria. Utilize typewritten accents and changes in fonts. Listen to the sound regardless of understanding its meaning - like a city speaking an unknown language, glossolalia. And in this intonations to feel the role and renewal of their voice in the harmony of the poem.”