{"id":1104,"date":"2019-12-05T12:00:49","date_gmt":"2019-12-05T11:00:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/?p=1104"},"modified":"2019-12-05T11:43:36","modified_gmt":"2019-12-05T10:43:36","slug":"poems-by-hanna-gorani","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/2019\/12\/poems-by-hanna-gorani\/","title":{"rendered":"Poems by Hanna Gorani"},"content":{"rendered":"

 <\/p>\n

Nonsensical whimsical<\/h2>\n

May 17, 2019<\/em>
\n|<\/em><\/p>\n

Author: Hanna Gorani<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n

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The Domestication of forests
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 <\/span>The Disturbances of the Night
\nThe Duration of millennial Greed
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 <\/span>-obscure and wholesome;
\nfull of terrible delight.<\/p>\n

The Abortion of desires,
\n& Abolition of all constraints;
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<\/span>And Above all moral duties
\n– a Thirst for embodying Saints;
\nA Hunger for -spiritual-
\nPower
\n(What non-sense
\nWhat non-sense!)<\/p>\n

Crime & Common sense
\nThat is\u00a0how it goes these days.<\/p>\n

What not to love
\nWhat not adore –
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<\/span>in the insidious madness
\nOf all normality.<\/p>\n

Sacred banality
\nFrivolous\u00a0fatality
\n(What non sense
\nWhat non sense!)<\/p>\n

The Fascism of\u00a0Thought
\nthe -ism, always the -ism
\nEmbracing the paradox
\nof our
\nHoly
\nAtheism.<\/p>\n

How sensible \/ how right
\nhow peaceful
\na Fight.<\/p>\n

LOOK AT HER! LOOK AT HER! – turning blue<\/h2>\n

December 17, 2018<\/em>
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Author: Hanna Gorani<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n

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Sense of taste – lost this morning
\nSense of self – in the ocean lost, during birth
\nlost
\nLove – she is also gone
\nand I – I am going.<\/p>\n

it’s a crystal-fragile life, this terrestrial burden
\ndense with purposeless materiality
\noh, watch my skin turning grey from asphyxiation;
\nIt seems to be I am a fish out of water.<\/p>\n

They ask me,
\nthe
\nones who see through my marine soul,
\nthey ask, their throats swollen and red,
\nhow do –\u00a0how do –\u00a0how do you
\nBREATHE
\nin this thick atmosphere, its cruel gases, its callous density
\nI ask them the same
\n\/They say they don’t notice it anymore;
\nlife has a way of luring us
\ninto
\nwearing masks of joy, silliness and contentment.<\/p>\n

\/But my mask continuously falls off
\nLeaving me with a bitter taste of unbelonging
\nright on the tip of my dried up tongue.<\/p>\n

On my slimy scales
\nthe awkward mask of humanness continues gliding off,
\nno rigid object can find its place
\nanywhere near my silky skin\/
\nAnd the creatures of the Ocean
\nhave swum deep and far away from the Men
\nwhose grief-ridden faces and cynical voices
\nproclaim with terrible harshness
\ndogmas of Ego, dogmas of what they call
\nTruth.<\/p>\n

As for me, I recall
\nA life in limpid waters
\nwhere I, a clairvoyant
\na third Eye revolutionary
\na child of Gods
\nsister of nymphs
\nwould swim blindly into untouched depths
\nof eternity.
\nA glitch in the Matrix
\nand then I was put
\non this earthy, musky, stinky soil
\nand for a split second
\nI almost turned human.
\nBut LOOK AT ME LOOK AT ME LOOK AT ME
\nmy skin is now turning lilac
\nI remember the waters crystalline
\nthe almighty Force which brought me
\nthe Undying Wisdom which taught me
\nthe secrets of Infinity
\nAnd I\u00a0retreat, I isolate myself
\nthe collective pain recedes;
\nWithdrawing from all rigid
\ndimensions
\nMy skin is back, slimy and blue.<\/p>\n

Poseidon’s beloved one
\nalmost touched Mortality
\nbut
\nLOOK AT HER! LOOK AT HER!
\nturning blue. –<\/p>\n

A REBELLIOUS ONE<\/h2>\n

April 10, 2019<\/em>
\n|<\/em><\/p>\n

Author: Hanna Gorani<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n

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INFERNAL NIGHTS<\/strong>
\nAND MARKS OF REBELLION<\/strong>
\nMARKED DEEP IN OUR VEINS;<\/strong>
\nA TRIBAL DANCE\u00a0<\/strong>
\nIN SEARCH OF A GOD.<\/strong><\/p>\n

WE ARE OUR OWN PROTECTORS<\/strong>
\nSHIVA’S NOT LOOKING OVER US.<\/strong><\/p>\n

SUCKED<\/strong>
\nINTO A CYCLICAL SPIRAL<\/strong>
\nOF TIME<\/strong>
\nEVENTS UNFOLD<\/strong>
\nAS WE\u2019VE BEEN TOLD<\/strong>
\nA HUNDRED OF TIMES<\/strong>
\nTHE MYTHS, THE LEGENDS, THE SUPERSTITIOUS<\/strong>
\nFLAIR<\/strong>
\nOUR GRANDMOTHERS PUT IN OUR FOOD;<\/strong>
\nALL OUR TROUBLES<\/strong>
\nDEEPLY ENCODED<\/strong>
\nIN OUR HEAVY PAIN-BODIES<\/strong>
\nHEATED LIKE ERUPTED VOLCANOES<\/strong>
\nMOVING FOR A CHANGE<\/strong>
\n-A CHANGE THE GODS HAD NOT PREDICTED.<\/strong>
\nTHIS IS NOT HOW IT<\/strong>
\nALL ENDS.<\/strong>
\nOUR TEMPLES WON\u2019T SHATTER<\/strong>
\nUNDER THE SATIRICAL GAZE<\/strong>
\nOF THE HUMAN DISASTER.<\/strong>
\nWE ARE MADE OF DESIRES<\/strong>
\nDEEPER<\/strong>
\nTHAN ENVIES<\/strong>
\nOF ANNIHILATION.<\/strong><\/p>\n

AN ELIXIR RUNS DEEP IN OUR VEINS<\/strong>
\nDEEPLY ENCODED<\/strong>
\nIN OUR DNA<\/strong>
\nAND IT\u2019S MADE OF<\/strong>
\nLIFE<\/strong>
\nA TRIBAL DANCE<\/strong>
\nRELENTLESSLY<\/strong>
\nDEFYING<\/strong>
\nTHE PROPHETIC END.<\/strong><\/p>\n

untitled distitled<\/h2>\n

Some<\/p>\n

Poems<\/p>\n

are better<\/p>\n

than others.<\/p>\n

Some Humans<\/p>\n

more<\/p>\n

equal.<\/p>\n

Some Justices<\/p>\n

righter.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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