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"A Drinking Binge with Marx" by Mircea Dinescu ..................................................................................................................................
"Venerable Marx, if you lived in these lands You would be quickly clean shaven and sent to a school for re-education. The fact that even the cows from the East Which grazed near the railway line Now think that they are locomotives and stopped giving milk Is a mistake put to your name. It would be so good if the cities were ruled by merchants So that the marketplace should not stink of so much rhetoric Let free the brewers, the pastrami makers, the milkmen Full of the dialectics of fermented hops And of the hardened cheese. For the time being the farmer would gladly come to scythe The green sepia of the punks heads For the time being, thinking that you are dead The new philosophers get drunk on the idea that they polemicise with you. They have not got the daring to smell the yeast which ferments To blow up the society And start the alembic Through which The revolutionary Cohn Bendit Precipitated into an amiable mayor. In fact even myself who am an ordinary character I am coming out like a slug from the syntax and the logic To dream up that stomach virus Which makes one drunk on a piece of bread. Come on, taste it We are on the right course In Berlin the clocks started to go haywire." |
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