Mozetič Brane:
Your Scent Permeates My Skin
your scent permeates my skin - and my wife
my children no longer know me
my dog bares its fangs
things elude my touch
and words look away in defiance
mountains lose their peaks, oceans their wetness
the smell of incense vanishes in churches
and on the street, on the street - all those glances.
I make my way toward a hidden clearing
where he stretches his arms as of old
where primeval forces rampage, uprooting
trees, they hack the earth to pieces
I’ll give in to the strangeness, or else the sorcerer’s fire
will not flare, the branches won’t give scent
the word be transformed not into pure water,
dust not into crystal.
Brane Mozetič
(1958 - ) is a poet, writer, translator, and editor. He graduated in comparative literature from the University of Ljubljana and pursued an advanced degree in Paris. Since 1990 , Mozetič has been the editor of gay magazine Revolver and an editor of a small press. Mozetič has translated a number of French authors (Rimbaud, Genet, Foucault) and is one of the leading figures of the Slovenian gay movement. He has published seven collections of poems and has won the City of Ljubljana Literary Prize. Mozetič, a writer who has not shied away from strict forms, writes in a feverish style of evanescent experience that is a poignant reflection of the postmodern condition and its narcissisms.Author's Web page
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