Imagine you are falling but there is no ground

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I’ve given you all and now I’m nothing.

I can’t stand my own mind.

when will you end the human war?

I don’t feel good, don’t bother me.

I won’t write my poem till I’m in my right mind.


when will you retire?


when will you retire?

When will you take off your clothes?

When will you look at yourself through the grave?

When will you be worthy of your millions of guest workers?


You are an oversized blot of shame on the map.


You love Aristotle, but you hate Greeks.
You love counting, but you hate Arabs.
You love Sigbjørn’s poetry, but you hate Sami.
You love decorating your balcony, but you hate your neighbors.
You love handcuffs, but you hate sex.


there is a place in Slovenia called Jerusalem.
That’s where the crusaders settled when they couldn’t make it all the way.


you cannot separate
la mission civilisatrice from Christianity,
Christianity from Feudalism,
Feudalism from Industrialism,
Industrialism from Capitalism,
Capitalism from Barbarism.


I hope those who were burned at the stake had a deal with Satan.
I hope Galileo Galilei is laughing scornfully in his sky.
I hope seal fat really cures whooping cough.
I hope partisans still live in the mountains.
I hope they eye fascists like you eye rabbits.


I was eight years old when the war in Yugoslavia broke out.
I was nine when I got Bosnian classmates.
I couldn’t understand that they were refugees like us,
even though they were European.

In Belgrade, Tito’s mausoleum is to the right of the Iranian embassy.
Enna still says that she speaks Serbo-Croatian.


it really is the era of forgetting.


My psychoanalyst thinks I’m perfectly right.

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from Middle West, released November 13, 2019

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