libra (a sort of ars poetica)

When I first started to write Little Boys’ Diary, I thought that everything is going to be just the way I imagined. Every poem should have been written with one specific memory in mind. One poem, one goal to achieve, and the whole project with perfect sense when combining the little pieces. I’m a bit troubled right now.

My next writing should be about a lollipop and a wood. I feel like being in the movie that Serghei showed me last night – Waking Life, that is. I’m just sitting here, with the one memory in my head and I’m not sure what’s wiser:

1. To let go, move on and write the next poem in the project. I could just come back to this subject whenever I feel like it. I’d still have the chance to finish when planned.

2. To stick to the plan and write The Lollipop Wood, whenever I’ll feel like doing it, postponing the whole project and breaking the deadline.

My dilemma can be funny and stupid and childish, but it’s not the first time I deal with this question. What to believe in? Rush or idleness? (Is this question even legitimate?)

Later edit: We should act as much as we think.

Smoking Stupid 12

- Fane, I saw you playing football
With the gypsies in the school yard
And even if you’re 12,
You were looking like the best player of Real Madrid.

- Fane, when your words are dirty
My twelve year old princess dress
Wants to be taken off
In the middle of the street.

- Fane, let’s smoke some pot.
Let’s kiss in front of our neighbors
And let our friends give us
The applauses we deserve.

- ‘Cause, Fane, when you’re pushing your tongue
And everybody watches
Your teen blonde hair
Makes it all pure.

- Fane, let’s have babies
And play “lapte gros”
With all the scumbags
On the sidewalk
In our neighborhood.

- Fane, I really hope
You’re acting stupid.