The Price of a Bottle of Vodka

the price of a bottle of vodka
the carnival of freethinking
the genetic circus
going into politics
escaping from slavery
the child in you
the distorted world

 the price of a bottle of vodka

the soul is longing... ...suddenly everything around becomes animated and begins to move towards dark associations ...when a person signs himself as a poet, his hair falls out and his teeth rot ...language, nation, era! - it's impossible to stand it ... a woman appears in the doorway: I am a woman's soul, she says in a deep voice frankly and moved ...sometimes the audience immediately picks up the new style, but personally I prefer complex structures and imprecise thinking rather than the primitive simplicity of lyrics

...if you live at the same time as everyone else, then you have the same price - a bottle of vodka

 a carnival of free-thinking

...and you describe poverty, suffering, and infidelity as a holiday! ... let death become like a game, the cause of festive fun, a sensual tango

carnival is a time of risky acquaintances, relaxed movements, to plunge into free-thinking

 genetic circus

...here they are walking around the perimeter of the arena - a parade! ... the procession is led by a lopsided midget, followed closely by an elephant painted green, a group of transvestite gymnasts, Mr. Dubrovsky with a shotgun, helpless adherents of national-Bolshevism, and an anarchist student ... the only one who doesn't smile, he burns like alcohol in a sailor's drunken party, like a candle in a Masonic session

humanity is a collection of masks from a genetic circus!

 entering politics

...the world is socially flawed and sexually sophisticated ...like in f***ing, you go into politics, and then, disappointed, you come back, but already preferring perversions, in the biting of brown nipples and vague interjections instead of poetic recitation

 salvation from slavery

...Saturday is given to sensuality - let the Hasids shake their mustaches while the rhythm rocks the hips like the wind gas lamps on the streets of Milan ...the booth is amazing - how can you be so unafraid, so much to neglect the conventions of the language?! SOS! - save our souls from ceremonial slavery

 the child in you

...they say that we always want to return to childhood the reason? - impunity

the poet says that happiness is only possible in childhood, while you have no responsibilities and are delighted by shiny tinsel, while something rages and frolics within you

 a distorted world

...you wake up on the sidewalk, you're shitting yourself, you're hugging a billboard, the world around you is distorted, you hear the organ as your own organ

...you have a mission: to save the exquisite imagery of Alexandrine verse, the unpredictable romanticism of Keats, and the intellectual decorativeness of early Brodsky