<\/p>\n
“In the midst of great love<\/p>\n
everything is conceived<\/p>\n
and everything is meaningless — but very holy.”<\/p>\n
— Jaroslav Iwaszkewicz, Song for a dead woman<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
1<\/p>\n
I love you madly<\/p>\n
like a deer<\/p>\n
jumps in the forest<\/p>\n
filled with the strength of spring<\/p>\n
and the crazy always<\/p>\n
of the sun’s invisible haze<\/p>\n
cursing through life, the incredible maze<\/p>\n
lost we are I say …..<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I love you madly<\/p>\n
a brick through a window<\/p>\n
a madman ringing bells<\/p>\n
a foam at the mouth angel<\/p>\n
wandering, singing, through many hells.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I love you madly<\/p>\n
idea and essence, a fire unlit<\/p>\n
waiting for the match<\/p>\n
as a writer waits<\/p>\n
a white page perfect as it sits<\/p>\n
and others gather moss<\/p>\n
the velour of their minds.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I love you madly<\/p>\n
against the dead flotsdam<\/p>\n
this unromantic age.<\/p>\n
I love you madly<\/p>\n
a monkey in a cage<\/p>\n
squealing the jungle’s fear<\/p>\n
the beast in man so near!<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I love you madly<\/p>\n
as all love must<\/p>\n
love now, forever, beyond<\/p>\n
the graveyard’s honest trust.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I love you madly<\/p>\n
a ghost embracing your pale skin<\/p>\n
fearless, floating beside you<\/p>\n
an eternal moment, forever to begin.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I love you madly<\/p>\n
despite the aloneness heavy<\/p>\n
we carry in our bones<\/p>\n
the sadness, I frenzied poet<\/p>\n
in silence bleed alone.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I love you madly<\/p>\n
twisted by rage, angry at mediocrity<\/p>\n
that dares to step before you<\/p>\n
monied, gathering only wage.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I love you madly<\/p>\n
a tremor through these bones<\/p>\n
it dances with the time<\/p>\n
that would make them old.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I love you madly<\/p>\n
in a heightened and bloated way<\/p>\n
sure, unmoving rock<\/p>\n
I slowly sway<\/p>\n
and spread the world, the word<\/p>\n
the news, the necessity of my craze.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I love you madly like a tear<\/p>\n
so truly, gravitas<\/p>\n
slides down the face<\/p>\n
swiped by hand, licked<\/p>\n
returning,<\/p>\n
it nurtures without a trace.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I love you madly as a cloud<\/p>\n
so lightly fills the sky<\/p>\n
image after image it turns<\/p>\n
never asking, needing a why.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I love you madly<\/p>\n
a sound whispered passionately in the ear<\/p>\n
a sign, a secret<\/p>\n
a world our own we only hear.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
2.<\/p>\n
Miluju te k zblazneni<\/p>\n
here in this square of stone<\/p>\n
cold empathy<\/p>\n
the huss of hawkers gutting<\/p>\n
a colder German to see their wares,<\/p>\n
old buildings with secrets offering frigid stares.<\/p>\n
\n
I love you with the crazed humanity<\/p>\n
that fills this square’s past —<\/p>\n
the butchery the clock has seen<\/p>\n
I give you to cast<\/p>\n
a spell so the future may be.<\/p>\n
\n
Milute se pravdy kazdemu prejte<\/p>\n
these words cry out behind so it may.<\/p>\n
I do and for you forever sway<\/p>\n
singing a song …… I love you madly.<\/p>\n
\n
I love you madly<\/p>\n
lost in the crowd.<\/p>\n
I love you madly<\/p>\n
more, more, all that I’m allowed.<\/p>\n
\n
I love you madly<\/p>\n
deep into the heart’s hurried blood<\/p>\n
turning I turn<\/p>\n
everywhere I hear you hum<\/p>\n
the song that sprites your eyes<\/p>\n
gives me madness, a thousand sighs.<\/p>\n
\n
I love you madly<\/p>\n
to death and beyond<\/p>\n
in love with you, I’m fire<\/p>\n
and fire is \/ was the first dawn.<\/p>\n
\n
I love you madly<\/p>\n
though you’ll never know enough<\/p>\n
how this world so strange,<\/p>\n
gold everything I touch<\/p>\n
with love of you so much<\/p>\n
surreal, a beggar’s magical crutch.<\/p>\n
\n
Miluju te k zblazneni<\/p>\n
through the few, the much, the any<\/p>\n
the numbers this age only believes<\/p>\n
though I believe the one is the many.<\/p>\n
\n
I love you madly<\/p>\n
blistered lips, tattered clothes I am<\/p>\n
the infernal greets the eternal<\/p>\n
I run and hold up the flaying emblem of love<\/p>\n
I am I scream, I am.<\/p>\n
\n
3.<\/p>\n
Who are you I madly love?<\/p>\n
Is it qualities alone<\/p>\n
that push you above<\/p>\n
the everyday lust, the ashes waiting to be<\/p>\n
the mindless flesh begetting so slovenly?<\/p>\n
\n
No. No qualities alone do you possess.<\/p>\n
None greets my grazing eye<\/p>\n
but alone, purpose you hold<\/p>\n
and stretch it over me to hide<\/p>\n
as you build the future, a lifetime wide.<\/p>\n
\n
You are a person, but most, idea.<\/p>\n
Complete,<\/p>\n
an image gracing the picture of life<\/p>\n
the ending, unknowing death we fear<\/p>\n
as the pigeons fly away<\/p>\n
— where I ask, where come night do they stay?<\/p>\n
\n
Young love I’ve built this madness upon<\/p>\n
the uselessness of all<\/p>\n
down onto I fall,<\/p>\n
it is all done crazed in your name.<\/p>\n
What’s absurd I’ve seen<\/p>\n
cowering \u00a0before you as you played<\/p>\n
the game all beauty must<\/p>\n
a game of being, collected shining dust.<\/p>\n
\n
You are my shadow<\/p>\n
every sin, every forget.<\/p>\n
I rage and rage each day<\/p>\n
each day, I howl at the sunset<\/p>\n
and pray for more following.<\/p>\n
\n
Love, I love you madly<\/p>\n
gladly, I’d hold up this heavy earth<\/p>\n
just so you could live its\u00a0meager\u00a0seconds<\/p>\n
and give, all else, a drop of worth.<\/p>\n
\n
Love don’t forget my mad howl<\/p>\n
knocking down as I do<\/p>\n
wall after wall,<\/p>\n
just to let this too sane, same world<\/p>\n
know the praise I pray for, for after all<\/p>\n
you are my love for which I fall<\/p>\n
and love madly here in the dream<\/p>\n
the read I’ve hinted in this scrawl<\/p>\n
that tells only I love you madly<\/p>\n
whatever may befall<\/p>\n
the deer that leaps past spring’s<\/p>\n
green, growing sprawl.<\/p>\n
\n
\u00a0– \u00a0May 24 1997, 7pm<\/p>\n
\u00a0 \u00a0 Stare Namesti, Prague<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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