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8 February 2013

I want to fuck you/ in front of/ works of contemporary art/ in front of installations/ assemblages/ readymades/ performances/ video arts/ at an art gallery/ or at an art auction/ while people call out lot numbers/ and bang gavels/ or at home on a loveseat/ but it has to be under/ above/ or near/ a work of contemporary art/ a work of art by/ damien hirst/ jeff koons/ ilya kabakov/ oleg kulik More…

14 January 2013

a pretty girl hands out cigarettes near the metro,/ but smiles at me for free—/ and there’s nothing anyone can do about it./ and only me, I’m the only one who thinks / everything’s bought and paid for,/ I’m the only sad asshole who thinks that, / even if not everything’s bought and paid for yet,/ not everything’s stamped out,/ even if you can still win some kind of prize . . More…

21 December 2012

Anisa and I/ were at a party/ with, for the most part,/ the young bourgeois intelligentsia—/ designers, journalists from popular magazines,/ and so on,/ and Anisa admitted to me afterward/ that she’s bored by such company,/ and I said to her, “Not to worry,/ before long you’re going to see something/ straight out of Dostoevsky,/ with no chaser” More…

2 April 2012

Those who once left for the West/ for stability/ for a normal life for their children/ to get away from this trash/ this Soviet mindset—/ are returning today to Russia/ where the local diumvirate has created a more or less/ decent environment for the middle class/ and reasonable conditions for business. More…

17 May 2011

Don’t die, soldier, hold the radiophone,
don your helmet, your flak jacket, surround
the village with a trench of crocodiles, starve
it out if need be, eat Mama’s treats, shoot
sharp, keep your rifle clean, take care of the armored
Jeep, the bulldozer, the land, one day it will be
yours, little David, sweetling, don’t die, please.
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