From The Left
A translation of canonical Russian art
(vagrancy)
As to be read
this must have
a conversation? pieces?
what a mess of fingers that can’t
ever seem to stop bleeding.
Under the sky—
or if you would prefer
“all things steel shadow” still
intentionally bludgeoned,
uprooting the disengagement,
so that we all know Tretyakov
becomes us to hang this
a meadow of corpse’s
dust for now.
From The Right
From the illegitimacy of invention
(criticism)
This presents
significant rubbish
when from reading
that angels height and mass
makes plastic dreams
the northerners think
they’re European
bold enough to make
hanging black squares
in white rooms
seem mildly patriotic
—what would’ve Lenin
thought?
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