Dingo the Dissident

THE BLOG OF DISQUIET : Qweir Notions, an uncommonplace-book from the Armpit of Diogenes, binge-thinker jottings since 2008 .

Thursday, 5 October 2023

On reading some translations of poems by Paul-Eerik Rummo.

Of course I do not exist!  But maybe you
do for better, for worse, for nothing.

There are dreams and dream-clouds
but no dreamers. No dreamers exist,
only the dreams of no-dreamers drifting
dissolving, semi-sidereal.

There are gaps in the dream-clouds
and holes in the dreams.
I am one of those ethereal
holes, those lacunæ, those cracks
in the feeling of nothing – 

a waste of good suicide-material.


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