Spatial Translation

You were born in some obscure latitude

In the presence of mystic invocations

Turkish delights and mother-tongues

On some far flung, expressionless precipice

A boy in the land of ballistic ballerinas

Suspicious as Rasputin

Of Houdini’s sleight of hand

And there is where you became a man

Lost in spatial translation

A cynicist dismissive of utopian whimsy

An artist yet unknown to the West

And there, beneath a Siberian sun

You learned to stand, to hold a gun

In heavy footfalls on persian rugs

On furnishings overlaid concrete substrates

Bathed in the fleeting shade of persimmon trees

Kept in the company of the canvas

Portraits delineated in steely, nocturnal glances

In chiaroscuro and philosophical furrow

In the same hues as those sullen boroughs

And I am merely some foreign voyeur

The lithe caricature of a symbolist

Autonomous and regrettably confederate

Curiously observing these depictions

And your quiet, Soviet abyss

• a. duncan, 2021

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Amor et melle et felle est fecundissimus || Love is rich with both honey and venom

14 thoughts on “Spatial Translation

      1. That is entirely supported by me. I have been very absent myself, as of late. Been very focused on my life outside of the internets and I’m finding that I don’t have enough time in the day to do everything I want! But I always come back to look for my favorites ♥️

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