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  • Punk’s song: poetry by Kai-Mai Olbri

    August 31st, 2009EdoheartContributors, Performance, Statements

    During my visit to Estonia recently as part of the Diverse Universe 2009 European tour in which I participated, I was invited to perform at The Writer’s House in Estonia by curator, Al Paldrok. I read from my chapbook, Seeding the Clouds (Ornithology Press, 2003) and to demonstrate how I become language, I also gave my butoh-vocal theatre performance of my poem-dance choreography, “eAIR Butoh”. Post performance, I was approached backstage by a woman who introduced herself to me tearfully, told me she was quite moved by my work and that she too was a poet and visual artist. Below is one of the gifts she gave me, an excellent poem.

    Punk’s song

    Infested with high science
    like a rash-ridden man
    fuck you!,
    you nuclear shroom groomer –
    let punk be the name for the century!

    What are you staring at with these slit eyes?
    Progress soiled his pants, or rather pissed.

    Mother’s milk not tasted, fathers unknown,
    young slut’s tits as the only remorse,

    came the punk, intriguing on the rush hour
    urinating freely, boldly and with anger,

    successfully ridiculing the bourgeois,
    born to a world, where the wanking humanity,

    shed all the ideals, reaches an orgasm,
    having stroked the brains with his palm.

    written by Kai-Mai Olbri
    (Translated by Tristan Priim├Ągi)

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