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Between

by

Plo


Luxor - the place where history flows easily,
Some thousand years has settled along the river Nile,
Narrow bazaar streets, wide smiles of hucksters,
High towers of mosques and low backs of donkeys.
The palm-trees - green columns of Egyptian sky,
Karnak's pillars - stems from a desert,
Tomb's graffitti, stalks' ornament on newspapers,
Sphinx paws above Hatshepsut temple
On the other hand...

.reyarp eht rof gnillac si nizzeuM
The carter is calling for a drive -
'Five pounds. Three pounds! One pound!!... - shouting desperately.
The night's smiling crescently.

***

The desert - the place where history flows slowly,
Source of religions. Nomadic nirvana.
The mountains give you wide perspectives,
The camel's hump - narrow cradle.
Water is very low, the windlass highly,
Neighbouring tops - big canine teeth glitter at sunset,
The desert wind strays amid reed shanties,
Goat manure underneath. The sand...
From a building-site.

Our 'Ramses' is calling for a dinner,
The driver is calling for return,
Music on radio shouting desperately,
Constellations are flashing anciently.

***

Big teeth in Giza. 'Why?' -
A question of a guide.
Temples of work?
Scare-crows?
Immortal cabs?
Give us a reason, Egyptian sky.
Between turquoise and gold, the day
Before yesterday
And today,
Between milk-teeth and wisdom-teeth,
Time gives a reason to construct.
Mud-huts and pyramids decorate the landscape.
Both edifices are immortal. Time
Is on their side.

Egypt - the place where time flows variously...
'It was nice to meet you. Have a good time' - we are saying kindly.
The door's crack. Touring-car is leaving.
Days between gold and turquoise. .noisiv a tahW


Steve

by

Plo

Mr News comes to see Eastern European editor-in-chief.
'You are early... You must make a name for yourself.
Drop in at a later time' - the journalist says .

Mr News arrives at news salesman,s office.
'Do help yourself to some coffee... We,ll make a name for yourself' -
Newshounds grin at him.

Mr Steve News, scandalous supernova, grins at audience everywhere.
He,s in the limelight
............................. at first,
World-famous house-hold name
.............................................. next.

Mr News comes to see Eastern Europe audience.
Editor-in-chief bids him farewell among
........................................................ cigarette lighter glimmers
.............................................................................................. at the airport.

Steve arrives at home.
'Newsworthy, big name!' -
..................................... name-droppers parade.


Public Debt

by

Plo


One of these civil servants was once a fan of new wave bands,
He still wears the overcoat from eighties, but, sedentary, multiplies grey hair over a fool-scap.
Post-student's mentality. Puts on a good face to a bad business. Is not lucky.
Experience and authority scoff at him.

The second one was once a fan of soviet revolutionary novels.
Pavka Kortchagin was his sentimental hero. Converted
He still exterminates the Evil zealously!
Fighting with symptoms of the health.
Practically.

Their chief is very rich. Likes public money; has taken a liking for exploitation.
Does not think of tribunals. Why?
Because he thinks he's a superguy.
His contract of work - carefree in public, budgetary firm - bares legislator's unconcern.
Still.

Generous Legislature! Think of your employers.
Multiply legal contracts of sly lawyers.
Let them prove in front of tribunals
There's no superguys. Only public debtors.
Rich victims of future supertaxcollectors.


Sorry, you can't stop a spam

by

Plo


Extensive publicity on evolving tv markets is the biggest spam.
Spammers are condemned in internet, but spam is everywhere.
My e-mail box is besieged by marketers obsessed with mania for power.
Many of them kindly regret their misbehaviour and inform of your deleting possibilities.
Spamming publicity in tv and radio doesn't inform of your deleting opportunities.
Many of us are disappointed.

"Spam" is omnipresent on bazaars, but those places are usually packed.

Repressing hucksters is uneconomical. You can't stop mania for trade.


The Fugitive

by

Plo

Bela Bartok's style. Some critics say one of his work characterizes 'an eerie, diabolic quality'./
I remember his etudes from music school times.
He was different. Non-classical. Imprisoned in school, mahogany piano.
Nowadays Bartok jumps out of my compact disc player.
I chase the runaway. Double-quick. Escapes unrhythmically. Hides under the tv set.

We pass cannibal dancers' village successfully. We are ahead of jogging Gershwin.

Fall into river,
We pass waterfalls happily,
Fall into the 20. century Atlantic...
Young Statue of Liberty! Vigorous morning.

Bela Bartok's style. Some critics say he is 'widely regarded as one of the most innovative of 20th-century composers'./
In my opinion 'Sonata for Two Pianos and Percussion' is free from diabolic quality.
Nowadays Bartok is a heavenly player. His work is full of freedom.

I'm not effective policeman. The fugitive bribes me every time and escapes from chase.


Zarga. Azrag.

by

Plo


I'm definitely free. Red Sea is nearby.
The sun operates carefully... Sunny February.
Windy day in Hurghada. Multicolour skins.
Arabs. Europeans... Indians.

Red skins plunge into the water, conquerors of deep turquoise,
Penetrating the reef - visiting community -
They,re definitely free. Nearby
the
Colouring.

***

Plunge into bazaar, strike a bargain,
Taste the tea of your new friend - huckster.
,EL DAHAR - ABDL AZIZ MUSTAFAS, - MANSOR BAZAR, -
Ali wrote on his papyrus carefully.

His ,zarga galabiya, decorates my madam,
Our wallets are not lighter,
Ali has new contented friends from Poland,
This is economy. Art of negotiation.

***

I,m going to the water. To cool the skin.
To penetrate deep turquoise

In ,azrag, sea.


S p a c e s

by

Plo

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I'm not typical Pole. I live on the net.
Escaping from graphomaniacs' terror, imitators' pride,
Synthetic stars, clerks' dialect, bombasting advertising,
I reckon on large profit. I read between the lines;
These blank, horizontal spaces say to me -
I'm all eyes.

"Who said: poetry is dead?"

"Today's chairmen who used to scratch their youthful masterpieces in copy-books,
But they ran short of endurance" - I reply.

"Who said: poetry is bad?"

"Pen-club people who want to star in budgetary canteens and sanatoriums
As long as possible" - I suppose.

"Who said: poetry is sad?"

Don't ask me, blank verse. I'm not an expert in this field.
I'm not Central Pole, I,m not outer space,
I don't know who said... I live on the net.
Escaping from graphomaniacs' terror, imitators' pride,
Synthetic stars, clerks' dialect, bombasting advertising,
I reckon on large profit.

S c o f f i n g .


Echo in the Throat

by

Plo


Their songs are echoes of "Blur" or "Rage Against the Machine",
Don't attest to independence of mind.
Boorish measure,
Heavy philosophy of life,
Duplicator's style. "Wow" -
Unwrought audience solidaryly smack.

They keep the windows closed,
Plagiarism grows in a glasshouse,
Come on, authors of the echoes,
Verify your sound,
It cannot return... Eaten.

Plagiary fattens echoeaters,
It is necessary to take authors' bonuses off -
Gloomy throats blur their rage against the machine.

Come on, Mr. Lawyer,
Throw the stopper in.


Bureausaurs

by

Plo


The employer fulfils his duties reprehensibly. Partly satisfies requirements.
Government subsidy is squandered. The employees are discontented.
Inapt management has one economic instrument - the shears.
The most important - the mind - rests in a museum glass-case.
"Go in search for intelligence" - the trade union prompts.

Inapt management chills its brow with the help of glitter shears.
Shortens banknotes, wants to cut the tongues manically!...
"Doctor, doctor, please! Take
The dangerous tool away" - every worker speaks to the receiver hopefully.

***

Inapt management rests in a museum glass-case.
As an eccentricity entertains the tourists.
Amid 20. century ceramics, garbage.

Cloned Spielberg was here...
To shoot a movie.


Disarming Pistol

by

Plo


After bungling one state project
political botchers strut to bungle another.

Amateurishness - weapon of mass destruction.


Actor's Anger

by

Plo


Politicians and officials often ascribe somebody,s merits to them,
Audience greets with applause this kind of mythomania.
Looking at lips you don,t know what propels it.
Some know. Meagre backdrop.

Let,s explain politicians and officials that audience
Will greet with applause every kind of intelligent scenography.
This kind of artistic mythomania is able to upstage the actors.


Shell's V-Power 95

by

Plo


I published my first book in the 90' to test how far you can move forward in literature,
Next book - economical dose of grotesque - demonstrates a wide set of teeth,
Third publication - simple and communicative poetry -
narrows malicious mouth of pathetic and sluggish graphomania everytime.
Successive one - e-book - demonstrates possibilities of time.
But
There are other apparently invisible books...
I still read new, coloured chapters driving a car across Warmia - my native region.

You need not write thick books to understand how to move forward in literature.
The most important is fuel.


On Top

by

Plo


Ringleader of mythomaniacs - awful, illogical hero - took part in a huge festivity -
Thunderstorm on Parnassus.
Gods of that place, old grumblers and gossipers, decided to declaim
Their masterpieces - praises of stagnation.
These poems were invasion of psychology. Some of them were informations
From arm-chair, from goblet, from cigarette...
Mount's inhabitants spoke only one language, slavish.
However they were slaves to the top.

Ringleader of mythomaniacs - fellows associated in poetical gang for whom 'a' and 'the' are terrorists - Resolved on conquest.
Parnassus was not protected, gods were smoking, drinking, sitting in their prison.
Mythomaniacs climbed up the mountain.

Their poems turned out to be unintelligible for highlanders.
They reacted with kind-hearted irony.
One of gods, Arthur Rambo, asked ringleader of mythomaniacs to translate some myths.
That was horrible conflict between psychology and mythology!

Mythomaniacs' leader hurled towards highlander book with inscription: 'Arthur Rimbaud' and told:
'You don't understand metaphor. And that's why you need metamorphosis. Way from god to dog is short'. /
Thunderstorm was unfettered.

Mythomaniacs were successful.
Now, relation: master and servant, god and dog, deaf and mute changed.
It's awfully logical like festival of new uplander's creativity - symbolism.


The Stamp

by

Plo


Who thinks a poetry is a stamp-collecting,
Flowers, birds and tears?
Who's going to think it is not possible to discover more lands?
Human tongues are not iron, remind banners on the wind.
They wither without the air.

Let's despair. When a poetry reminds
Iron flowers, tears and birds.

Are you going to spend your life
In an oddity museum?
Among the stamps which are not touched
By tongues?

This is insanity. With no irony.


Old Poet In Underpants

by

Plo


An old poet used to yield to temptation of innocent pilfering.
The authority had to copy a revealing style of his poetic senders.
One of his book - full of appropriated energy -
Was a strong blow. Other poetic seniors started to bark at critics' pet.
The book's title - a cynological metaphor - was, in intention, a kind of muzzle for barking averages.

Wayside doggies are able to throw too big muzzles down.
They can often tear trousers off together with a trouser leg.


Where Are the Champions?

by

Plo


Politicians are champions in wasting
people's money in backward countries.
People are masters in prolonging their rules.
Society - the employer - must tell "thank you",
when administrator is lazy, talkative and malicious.
Its money is going away.

Every regular administrator knows
that he is an employee, not a ruler.
Rulers in backward countries are unemployed,
when their employers become insufferable.

There are no rulers in regular countries.
There are a lot of bureaucracy champions.


Detective Story

by

Plo


Dreaming and working, working and dreaming...
Something helps us to choose our way.
What is it? The rotation of the planets?
Gravitation?
Facetious fortune?

Probably our ways are not to investigate.
There are not so many detectives.
But one way is easy to study.
This way is called conscience.
To be conscientious means working and dreaming,
dreaming and working.

Facetious Fortune! Rotate and gravitate to the planet.
With net of unconscious ways.


Overheard Upon Olympus

by

Plo


"Some societies are sculptured with chisel,
others - with sandpaper."


Saddling Time

by

Plo


Walking with Marcel Proust, introspection instructor, through three-dimensional epic, hierarchic society,/
Generous thought, lenghty time, power of detail
Recognizing atmosphere, places
Under microscope,

Wandering garments as a country I state
I was born in 19. century. I'm nearly 150 years old,
Do gymnastics, carry
"A l'ombre des jeunes filles en fleurs" in my red, touristic bag -
One out of seven, closely half-kilogramme volumes -

No, no, no - don't think I'm a weight-lifter... I try
To be good in saddling two swans.
2002.
To be on the move
For next centuries.


The Signboard

by

Plo


Especially he likes the sea season,
With waves, diving and tourism.
He's not a slave of this style, moreover.
Some jelly-fishes, crabs know his waterproof glasses,
Some ferries transport his sun-glasses too.
Here, in North Zealand, these glasses helped him
To see the land of Karen Blixen's landing,
Hamlet's plot, the storykeepers' port,
Gniben - the Zealand's tongue, Roskilde - the throat,
Koge Bay - the smile style...
He's going to wave his handkerchief at sea,
He's not a slave of this style, all over,
But in his native land he'll try to visit also
A bar with signboard 'Dania na goraco'.


Andersen's Hat

by

Plo


So, am I here? Yes. Just quite so.
Sitting in the wind of this seaside city.
Looking for the Andersen's top hat.
Well, the weather is stormy,
But the sun's helping brave tourists to survive.
My cap is on my head, but thoughts among the clouds,

Nearby Den Gyldene Fortun
In Kobenhavn. The storykeepers' town.


Million In My Pocket

by

Plo


Poetry wakes up early morning, catches of quill.
The gang of scientists also is up.
Poverty had a bad night's rest. The science
Wants to kill
World's enemy. Virus of misery.
I have a medicine in my pocket.
It is very expensive.
Everyone is desirous of this mystery. So,
My coat's not of little value.
It's a millionaire's attire.
My secret is simple.
I have a pen.

Poetry wakes up early morning, catches of quill.
The gang of journalists also is up.
Their pens are worth billion dollars. Well,
Virus of power is a medicine.

Everyone is desirous of this mystery. So,
My coat's not of little value.
It's very expensive.

Scientists! Buy my quill, please, to wing the air.
Cloud-kissing Gabblers! Go shares in your priceless quills.


Fable

by

Plo


An old professor Myth, intelligent smoker, powerful book-owner and suspicious teaser
Wakes up every morning and writes new plucky poems.
His vocabularies are full of fun and keys.
Professor has a mystery, his right name is Fable,
His university fabricates tricks and trickster.
In tremendous building come into existence illusive ideas and rules.

Professor's pen is peerless. His letters are fantastic.
He writes about the liberty and power of mouth,
Everyone wants Myth's oration, everyone likes,
Meritorious! Sage! Hoary! - each shouts.

At home Myth takes off scholastic garment, takes liberties, plugs the
computer in./
The teaser, bookowner, smoker comes up to the mark and writes
Hot letters on the screen.

New plucky prose in the evening
With adult scenes.


I Don't Like Sugar

by

Plo


Living among the beets is hard for farmers.
The plants require human care.
The beet is kind of creature which doesn't like the starlight.
Only the sun can satisfy its necessaries of life.
The beet - stocky and perky figure -
ends its show when people decide
to pull the plant out the ground.
Next the beet becomes a traveller,
after that - sweet.

A lot of farmers is sweet on the white beets,
some of them choose the red ones.
The farmers are satisfied if there are no beetles.
These creatures need the sunlight too.
But living among the beets is hard for them.
The farmers are killers.
They are interesting in profit.

Let's profit from this story.
The creatures living nearly the soil require the sunshine.
The agriculturists need advantages.
This story includes a lot of sugar.
But it is not 'The Beatles'' song.
Tired workers sing 'A Hard Day's Night' at the starlight.


A Poem is Able

by

Plo


A poem has not to be sad, strenuous, puritan...
A poem is able to nose-dive and haunt.
Don't spy on its spear,
Don't look for the wound,
Shake off the librarian when he misconducts.

Spy upon a novelty,
A poem is able
To shake your strenuous spear and haunt a library.

No wounds, no sadness,
A poem is able to love.


Dental Problem. satire

by

Plo

"Mad, ill, frenetic!" - critical doctors gamely hiss.
Next Prof. Time must extract them from chinks among teeth.


There Is No Question. bagatelle

by

Plo

Intelligence and tolerance characterize open-minded societies,
while envious sadism is typical of emotionally blocked communities?


Crime Stopper. bagatelle

by

Plo

Merry Komsomol's youth.
Do they know one wraps a scarf around a neck,
Not around a face?


Top Journalist. bagatelle

by

Plo

Man with his legs in felt boots on the table...
Edits with passion
information about history of secret service in his kolhoz.


Model Student. bagatelle

by

Plo

Naivety is a power sometimes.
Some women, for instance, use shrewd naivety.
Some of them are better than men. One can learn.


Address

by

Plo

Sensational mirages, automatic mysteries, historical feelings, harmless dreams,
Ambitious machines, extraordinary scenes -
This is not America. America is not in your pocket english dictionary.
This sophisticated structure is comprised in abstract reality
Which is a political advertisement, a label on car's back pane,
A high-class sound and image, a kaleidoscope of reflexions
On glass parallelepiped boxes and street capsules.
It is also barn gate's oiled hinges, space's poetry and delightful
sandwich... /
But
We know
Everywhere -
America's mirages,
Mysteries,
Feelings,
Dreams,
Machines,
Scenes
We will find
At the sensational, automatic, historical, harmless, ambitious, extraordinary
Address
www.thankyoufreeworld.edu
Yes!

:-D

by

Plo

What is the most democratic medium?
TV, radio, www? The web. Absolutely.
TV is l-I, radio - I-o, www = :-D.
The web has jaws, www is not a smile.
It's not a giggle, not a snoring.
This is not a sleeping.

What is the most powerful medium?
TV, radio, press, new agency? News agency. Exactly.
The news agency is media's mother.
They grow up sucking her milk.
People salute them because they know
Mother's milk is for toothless.
Media don't salute their big mamma cause
They want to show the people their big jaws.

What is the most noticeable medium?
Mother. Undeniably.
Mother is not l-I, not - I-o, she is :-D.

Kids, use your tooth-brushes and drink your milk.
No sleeping, no snoring, no giggles.

Keep Your Needle On Standby

by

Plo

bagatelle

Wanting to tease the noodles
Blow their rivals up.

Outwit the Robot

by

Plo

bagatelle

Don’t accustom your pennypinching employer
to your genuine abilities,
He’ll acknowledge it as normal without reflection.

Manipulation

by

Plo

bagatelle

Throwing titbits to imitators.

Critique

by

Plo

bagatelle

A kind of sculpture.

Personnel Policy

by

Plo

bagatelle

The primacy of sociable instinct
Over intellect.

This Is Not Dental Floss

by

Plo

bagatelle

Their manipulations are sewn with so thick thread
That we couldn't clean our teeth using it.

Someday These Explosions Will Reach the Ceiling of Boredom

by

Plo

bagatelle

..The sheeps will jeer the wolves.

Unclear Promotion Policy In Public Sector

by

Plo

bagatelle

Glooms of adherence.

Faster Than Light

by

Plo

bagatelle

Human imagination
is the size of universe.

Cyclical Problem of Public Sector Firms

by

Plo

bagatelle

Amateurs from political deal
try to obtrude
their naive faith on specialists.

Arabian Prince Smile

by

Plo

bagatelle

Only the best and the most talented
Are promoted.

The Small Conquest of Malta

by

Plo

Malta has political meaning
As a miniature of Europe...
But this black haired, wine sympathizer says
That water is cold and he was under the hot shower today.
I'm baffled. I dive into watery ink like
Into light wine, insatiable, thirsty...

~ ~ ~

Medieval streets of Mdina. Yellow stones dominance.
The hill dominates the island
That conforms to star.
The workers repair urban hallways, squares...
Tales of Silent City... I hear, concentrated, placid.

~ ~ ~

Valetta's women of fashion quaky buttocks,
Bus drivers' cheerful cackles. Short of EU parliament election,
Pat Cox, Malta leader jump out of palatial gateway -

Camcorder, stop! This cassette is over.
Malta has political meaning
As a miniature of Europe.
I'm not baffled. I dive into watery ink on the roof,
By the swimming pool I dominate the bay
Like laughing, quaky Pat Cox who conforms to stars.

El Mestre Feble

by

Plo

Chopin et Sand shut in monastic casket,
besieged by botanical triumph manifestations

and grave of ‘poet’ Graves
with manual inscription
on cement...

Gangs of burning girls set out to hunt
in the evening.

Escorted by fishes
I saturate the green, watery ink
with bubbles.

The waves of frothy champagne
tear our swimsuits
off
at northern bay.

‘Tapas of the House’
in the narrow, port street.
There is only lack of pirates and sailors.
Two elderly women gossip
using musical language,
nearby, under the sphinx, homeless
are asleep silent.

Flashing spear points graze
combing
underwater grass.

The young pine wants
to jump
from the cliff -

coloured sister of green lemon.

Joan Miro fortress of liberty...

Valldemossa, Deia, S’Arenal,
Porto Petro, Cala Mesquida,
Palma de Mallorca,
Porto Petro, Cap Blanc,
Cala Mayor...

Ernest,
‘tu hijo de la gran p***’,

you’re weak language teacher...
There are more sunny words.

(Barcelona) Abstracció

by

Plo

Vienna solemn decadence, Stockholm building massiveness,
neon Paris,

And city of snails and termites, exotic houses,
inspired by warm breath of Africa... A puff of cubism
from port booth?

Masked balconies, the window flows down on the wall,
shellfish is gone - let's photograph, at leisure -
tans at olympic port, glittering,
.................................bronzed.

Closed at hand, army of ants
crowds in plundered library's
.............................inside.

North - they bustle up under the sharp
termitary. Tonight

will create the street-snakes and
march along spines of gothic books.

The snail will stay on the beach... -

massive building of solemn decadence, reposing
under
the nightly sky neons -

army of glittering ants, refined details.
And abstract art.

Zwei Unterschiedliche Aspekte von Nirvana

by

Plo

'Sex and Landscapes' beinhaltet zwei unterschiedliche
Aspekte von Newtons Schaffen: Akt und Landschaft in
Schwarz-Weiss und Farbe...

Next every woman in the street is naked
Attractively.

You - walking x-ray machine,
shopassistants, cashiers, passers-by enthusiastic researcher -
Overexpose nocturnal Berlin,
wandering round
‘Bahnhof Zoologischer Garten’ with graffiti
Make-up on face.

Perpendicular, high hippie ‘cigar’ at Alexanderplatz,
Horizontal Bertolt’s cigars
in vestibule
At the house of hippie king.

Spokes of our bicycles cut the air on Unter den Linden.

The air charge at wire-netting round
Buildingsite.

A flock of metal cranes pecks the ground.

***

Zen Chai... Green tea speciality. Nirvana
includes two different apects of my work:
nude and landscape in black and white
and in colour.

Berlin [autumn2004]

VDOparis

by

Plo

Airport caverns, railway station glasshouses,
crossroads’ starfishes,
marzipan forms of Metropolitain...

Metal lighthouse tells the way,
I admire the huge writing-desk, carved ingeniously,
controlling the city centre.
The second one has modern design
and shines in the viewfinder.

Beset by cuneiform writing I appreciate
courageous shape of Hammurabi’s Code.
The painting by Pierre Prud’hon illuminates my face,
The circle,
illuminating Mona Lisa’s face,
arches corners of her lips.

Fruitless attempts with mouth-to-mouth
resuscitation on
Oscar Wilde’s tomb.
Victor Noir’s magic ridge, the
hill for female pilgrims.
Pilgrimages, equipped with peruvian caps
from booths, conquer the courageous shape
of metal lighthouse...

It tells the way to marzipan forms of Metropolitain,
crossroads’ starfishes,
railway station glasshouses and airport caverns.

E-agle

by

Plo

Estonia intends to put electronic voting system
into effect
with the help
of internet.
According to National Election Committee chief,
e-lection could already take place in 2005.
Part of electors
would be registered as voting electronically.
They would cast their votes
from home
computer, with digital signature.

It wouldn’t cut out traditional voting.
E-lectors would participate earlier
in additional polling
for these
who can’t vote for different reasons
on main
election day.

Estonian government
stopped to use paper documents
during its meetings in 2000
and introduced
system based on electronic network.
Estonian ministers don’t carry ‘waste paper’,
.............................................their boardroom
is only equipped with flat
monitors
and keyboards.

During current european referendum
files of ministry of foreign affairs press centre
have a logo
in the shape of circle.
However there are no eagle, lion or griffin inside...
You can see computer
....................chip
.........................image.

Commentators Remind

by

Plo

Traditional way of spending New Year’s Eve in Belarus is -
as some emphasize -
‘passive relaxation’,
in other words - eating, drinking and watching TV. However,
a lot of people spend this day in... sauna.

One doesn’t bargain for balls and masquerades in Belarus this year
as well,
though spending festive moments with fireworks
and champagne on urban squares
gains
popularity -
mainly in Minsk.

First of all, New Year is a family and house holiday here -
at New Year’s Eve night
gifts for children
get under the christmas tree.

Whole families spend last hours of the old year
proposing toasts with cheap, domestic vodka and champagne.

Potatoes, meaty chops, stuffed fishes and various salads
dominate on their tables.
Meanwhile,
belarusian television transmits performances of entertainers and bands.

On the other hand, these, who celebrate in restaurants,
will pay for New Year’s night in Minsk
at least an equivalent of average salary.

Because prices of balls and parties range between 6-8 millions
and 10-15 millions of belarusian roubles
(from 25 to 60 US dollars).

Nightly and night sessions in private saunas -
practically already sold -
are cheaper.
8-10 persons can get warm and feast there for value
of 100-150 dollars.

Sauna or, in other words, banya
is a favourite place
to spend New Year’s Day for owners of suburban,
small summer houses
widespread
in Belarus.

Another traditional way of spending New Year’s Eve
is visiting acquaintances and relatives.
Authorities representatives announce -
prime minister among others -
they will spend these days
in family circle.
Politicians of opposition declare similar intentions.
However, some of oppositionists
will spend this night in prison
where they serve their sentences - commentators remind.

Djerba. Matmata. Douz.

by

Plo

Rainy Sahara. It’s an attraction for newcomers here.
After two hours -
dromedaries spring up like mushrooms with nomads
pursuing caravan of storm-clouds.
Lasfar treads rhythmically - the desert clock,
persistent hourglass in sauna -
has bony buttocks, the Bedouin's throne...
I’m a king of sands.

..

Their castles grown down in lunar mountains.
The crescent - mouth of night - laughs at them
tenderly. ...Some pay on the nail for overnight
stay.
Troglodytes wet their gap-toothed ‘crescents’ in coffee
At smoky cave on the hill.

..

Music in taxi. Radio Tunis broadcasts moving marabout’s calling
in the rhythm of taximeter. Tears come to eyes
after hellish, spicy harissa at ‘Aladin’ restaurant.
Evening cicadas beat time in seconds. Hours on Djerbian
beach. Dates, olives, crescents...

Envious Ones (miniature)

by

Plo

Black PR malicious mediocrities.