Control Panel. Test 01

Statement 1.The poem bellow is false

there’s no rush in pushing dreams

one into another and watch them disappear into black holes

like shiny balls on a Saturday night pool table

no need for hope and fear

to marry again and again and again

lovers can only be parents to one eternal daughter: agony

open your eye

the voices in my head are now quiet

muted by the glowing in the dark yoyo of life

forever ends Tuesday and

 it doesn’t matter why

or how or who played in it

the Big Engineer wants us to be grateful

for every dove flying above our heads

for every loaf of bread sliced on the kitchen table

for every mouthful of air allowed in this room

‘Breath in and hold’/ (should I do what I’m told?)

I take in you2 and exhale love dioxide.

Statement 2.The poem above is true



Audio version:   Control panel. Test 01 by Corina Gina Papouis 


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Dar nu mereu..

Dumnezeu plecă după pîine și mă lăsă pe mine

în loc

să am grijă de oameni și greieri deopotrivă

greierii erau ușor de bucurat

îi adunam la grămadă

presăram cîteva fire de iarbă peste ei,

cîteva boabe,

turnam o picătură de apă

și ei cîntau și se greiereau între ei pînă toamna tîrziu

cu oamenii fu mai greu

îi așezai în bărbați și femei

dar feministele bodogăneau și bărbații se apucau de fumat și înjurat

[și invers]

pe copii îi împărțeam de obicei

 în buni și răi apoi, sub nas

mi se flutura de către părinții lor (bărbații și femeile de mai sus)

ba biblia ba coranul

în fine

încercai tot felul de combinații cu oamenii aștia

cu noroc și fără

săraci/ bogați,

proști/ deștepți,

 urîți/ frumoși

etcetera: ‘nic

și se făcu tîrziu și obosisem și Dumnezeu nicăieri

și-atunci

îi adunai pe toți la grămadă

presarai peste ei iarbă și boabe și

apă

și uneori și puțin pămînt

și cu ochii la greieri, care își vedeau de greiereala lor,

le povestii cît de greu e să te dai Dumnezeu

și cît de încet i se coace unoeri pîinea

Open letter

hi there God,

I’m here @ your mercy as usual

no, I’m not alone

although at times

I feel like a balloon of emotions

in a world of pins 

I haven’t got much time

(‘here we go again’ you must think)

they say you don’t have either

although yours is a bit of an eternity, isn’t it?

but who am I to judge?(who am I full stop?)

and no, this is not a prayer.

(I bet you had enough of: God, please this, God please that)

and we’re not friends 

on face book or anything

so

I’m not even asking for forgiveness

as my sins are in progress

and you know it

(don’t you?)

I was just wondering,

with my human mind,

which separated from the soul you gave me a while ago (God, it seems ages now!)

sums up to 0

so, I was wondering

about the schedule

of my personally designed Bang (nosy me!)

my Nokia diary, full of daily tasks or endless ‘to do’ lists could squeeze in the time, the date even the minute 

my minute!

(Nokias are great! The one I have now has blue tooth and GPS and a 12 megapixel camera with video editing. Yes! I know! A M A Z I N G!)

so

go oooon!

I could really look the part, you know?

the day before

I could care and sing more than I usually do

I could smell flowers, drive over the limit and smile at the cameras on the M25

please others, kiss,

dance tango (which I’m really not good at!)

roll in the grass and hug people I know nothing about

possibly resist temptation (I’m not good at that either!)

and defeat the feeling of: ‘what I want - I get’

(or at least try!)

for,

(what I gather, from your sources)

I do quite a lot of and

it kind of rocks a few boats in the waters of heaven

well, better dash,

you know me (better than anyone, I say!) 

always on the go

give me a sign, 

and my love 

to JC

all yours, God, all yours,

me

x

In other words...

perhaps is not all
that bad
perhaps the way I see it
and the way you see it
are just two poles
of the same Earth
spinning around a dying sun
for its survival
in other words
the going backward
and the going forward
the yesterdays and the tomorrows
are just coordinates
you
a dot
on God’s graph
following
the unpredictable trajectory
of fate
on some wall
in Haven

me?
oh, me too...