At the Pub in my Head

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At the Pub in My Head

My upholsterer,
my carpenter,
architect, painter,
tailor and gardener
were seated at a table,
searching for an ailment
in the beer,
a tired listener
inside one another.

The architect said:
“You should have seen
the look on her face
when she opened the door
and saw no columns!”
He gulped the hop
and moved in his seat,
closer to the secret.
“She told me that she wanted
a bedroom
the size of a coliseum,
walls engraved in stone leaves
and she wanted
the arches to reminisce
howling wolves,
heck! She even asked me to build
the whole thing
as tho it was on the Moon!
I told her
hearts are not stone
and nobody cares
for their geology no more,
so I built you
a house
with plain rooms and walls!”

“Ha, you had it easy,
just ask my needle!”,
the tailor said,
such drowse in his voice,
“She asked if I could
make it look like it’s real,
that a Minotaur weds
a half swan queen
and she wanted the noise
of the moving cogs
to be laced with cobwebs
and out into threads!
No can do, I rightly said,
I am no tick-tack man
nor do I wish to procure
the thoughts of no deity.
Here, I weaved you,
in red and gold and brown,
a historic persons head;
it would look nice above your bed!”

“You would not believe what she asked of me!”
The painter groaned out
and rolled up his sleeve,
so his words would leave mouth
in an untimid view
“She told me to collect the tears
of owls
and scarves I found in alleys
here or there,
then,
listen to this!”
He clenched his fist.
“She told me, mix it all,
with a dream
and tint it the color
of the most beautiful eyes you ever seen!
I almost fainted,
and I am no weak man,
when she asked me
could I
make the walls all black,
then gather fallen stars
inside a sack
and stick them on the ceilings!
I told her: Miss,
I am no astronomer
and my mother taught me
it’s sin to love stardust
and the only constellation that you need
is in this world of ours right here.
Everything is white and pastel,
clean and nurtured,
like, if I may say, is fit
for a girl.”

His glass was barely touched,
as he, stiff in disbelief,
let out from his lips
what sounded like a shriek:
“SHE told, listen now!
That I should tame a mountain river
that runs straight through a town,
then fashion it into
a fountain of youth
that runs on memories!
She wanted lotuses
to daydream on
and lilies that never rot,
a wishing well,
entirely made
out of apples grown
in purple pots.
I told her concrete is no mother Earth
and home is not a field,
she should settle for a vase bouquet,
I’ll tend the worms and weeds.”

The upholsterer thought
that all the samples he brought,
of exotic names,
Egyptian sunsets,
limes and baroque,
rust on a carousel,
burgundy, pot blue
and stripes,
would suffice;
she wanted the real thing,
snatched and tasseled
and stuck,
he wondered
what’s so wrong
with just having bricks;
he sipped to that.

The carpenter, with shaky hands,
tamed his drink
and swallowed all,
“She sent a note with her instructions,
she asked if chairs could be
like music boxes
so she could sit and slowly spin
while a gramophone plays Tchaikovsky
and the dining table chirps
like a drunk nightingale
under the window of his love.
She wanted coves
made of oaks well versed in Rummy,
cause it’s terrible to be alone,
she said,
when the day is done.
She wanted shapes that tell of tales
what happens under sea,
she wanted swirls and nooks
and crannies,
all fit for fairy feet.
I told her that’s no good
to sit and eat!”

“The balcony, a theater!”
“A library with talking books!”
“A dress that braids her hair
and sheets made out of coconuts!”
“Papyrus in the kitchen!”
“A vineyard in the Roman bath,
she should be thankful
the faucet even runs!”
“What next, walls made of cake?”
“An Aurora Borealis
that reflects upon a salty lake!”
“She’s nuts!”
and bottoms up
and shaken heads

and no wonder no place ever
ever felt like Home.

~*~*~*~

U Kafani u mojoj Glavi

Moj tapetar,
moj stolar,
arhitekta, moler,
krojac i bastovan,
su sedeli za stolom
i trazili oboljenje
u pivu,
umornog slusaoca
u jedno drugom.

Arhitekta rece:
“Trebalo je da joj vidite
izraz na licu,
kada je otvorila vrata
i videla
da nema stubova!”
Progutao je hmelj
i pomerio se sa mesta,
blize tajni.
“Rekla mi je da zeli
spavacu sobu
velicine Koloseuma,
kamene listove
izgravirane na zidovima
i zelela je da lukovi podsecaju
na vukove koji zavijaju,
dovraga!Cak me je pitala
i da izgradim celu stvar
kao na Mesecu da je!
Rekoh joj
srca nisu kamen
i niko vise ne mari
za njihovu geologiju,
te ti sagradih
kucu
obicnih soba i zidova!”

“Hah, tebi je bilo lako,
samo pitaj mogu iglu kako!”,
krojac rece
dremljivim glasom,
“Pitala je da li mogu
uciniti da izgleda stvarno
da se Minotaur vencava
sa polu-labud kraljicom
i zelela je buku
pomerajucih zupcanika
da bude protkana paucinom
i sva u nitnama!
Nece to moci, sa pravom joj rekoh,
nisam ja casovnicar
niti zelim dobavljati
misli bozanstava.
Evo, ispletoh ti,
u crvenoj zlatnoj i braon
glavu istorijske figure;
dobro ce da izgleda iznad kreveta!”

“Ne bi verovali sta je od mene trazila!”
Moler ostade bez daha
i zavrne rukave svoje,
da bi reci iz usta izasle
nepostidjenje.
“Rekla mi je da sakupim suze
sova
i salove sto sam nasao
u ulicicama, tu i tamo,
a onda,
slusajte ovo!”
Pesnicu stisnu.
“Rekla mi je, sve da pomesam
sa snom
i nijansu da mu dam u boji
najlepsih ociju koje sam ikad video.
Umalo se ne onesvestih
kada me je pitala
mogu li sve zidove
u crno da obojim,
pa da sakupim
zvezde pale
u dzak
i na plafone da ih polepim!
Rekoh joj: Gospodjice,
nisam ja astronom
i moja me je majka ucila
da greh je voleti zvezdanu prasinu
i da je jedino sazvezdje koje nam treba
upravo ovde u svetu ovom nasem.
Sve je belo i pastelno,
negovano i cisto,
kao, ako mogu reci, i pristaje
za jednu devojcicu.”

Casa mu bese netaknuta
dok je, krut u neverici,
ispustao sa usana
sto je zvucalo ko krik:
“ONA rece, slusaj sad!
Da treba da ukrotim planinsku reku
koja protice kroz grad,
onda da je napravim
u fontanu mladosti
koja na uspomene radi!
Zelela je lotuse
da na njima sanjari
i ljiljane koji ne venu,
bunar zelja
u potpunosti spravljen
od jabuka gajenih
u ljubicastim saksijama.
Rekoh joj da beton nije Majka Zemlja
niti je dom polje,
trebalo bi da se zadovolji
sa buketom u vazni,
dok ja cu da se bavim crvima i korovom.”

Tapetar je mislio
da uzorci koje je doneo,
bice dovoljni,
egzoticnih imena,
egipatski zalasci sunca,
limeta i barok,
rdja na vrtesci,
burgundac, lonac plava
i pruge,
bice dovoljni;
ona zelela je pravu stvar,
zgrabljenu i nakicenu
i polepljenu,
pitao se
sta fali
samo ciglama,
pijuckao je u to ime.

Stolar, sa nesigurnim rukama
ukroti svoje pice
i proguta sve.
“Poslala mi je poruku sa uputstvima,
pitala me mogu li stolice
biti muzicke kutije,
da sedi i da se polako vrti
dok gramofon pusta Cajkovskog
a trpezarijski sto cvrkuce
kao pijani slavuj
pod prozorom svoje ljubavi.
Htela je
uvale od hrasta vestih u Remiju,
jer strasno je biti sam,
rekla je,
kada svrsi se dan.
Zelela je oblike
od bajki ispod mora,
zelela je kovitla i kutke
i pukotine,
sve podesne za noge vilinske.
Rekoh joj da to ne valja
za sesti i jesti!”

“Balkon, pozoriste!”
“Biblioteka sa pricajucim knjigama!”
“Haljina da joj plete kosu
i carsavi od kokosa!”
“Papirus u kuhinji!”
“Vinograd u Rimskom kupatilu,
trebalo bi da je zadovoljna
sto slavina radi!”
“Sta sledece, zidovi od torte?”
“Aurora Borealis, reflektovana u slanom jezeru!”
“Luda je”
do dna
i glave tresu.

i nije ni cudo da nikad
nikad nijedno mesto nije bilo Dom.

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~ by Oloriel on September 28, 2013.

117 Responses to “At the Pub in my Head”

  1. So whimsical, a work of magic!

  2. Reblogged this on Bastet and Sekhmet's Library and commented:
    Have a read…a beautiful piece of magic!

  3. Perfect length, perfect choice of words, perfect from start to finish
    (like a good beer πŸ˜‰ )
    Really enjoyed the switches and clever connections here, well done indeed.
    Your round I think ?

  4. Reblogged this on exiles child and commented:
    Here’s a lovely bit of magic from a splendid poet I just stumbled onto by chance. Enjoy!

  5. Absolutely mesmerizing. I was hypnotized by your words. I couldn’t gobble them up fast enough. Brilliant. Really loved this. Reowr!

  6. Bravo…

  7. fantastic, such a lot to think about!

  8. Ovako dvojezično kao da je izaΕ‘lo iz one Borhesove zbirke eseja o prevoΔ‘enju

  9. TARZANSKI SA GOOGLE PREVODIOCA: Such bilingual as if they came from Borges’ collection of essays on translation

  10. Reblogged this on The Arkside of Thought and commented:
    All I can say is wow.

  11. I absolutely loved it. It grabbed my attention. I wanted even more of it. Brilliant write!

    • Each figure from the poem also has a poem of his own πŸ™‚ I am very glad you enjoyed reading it, especially that you enjoyed the lenght and I want to thank you very much for the reblog! πŸ™‚

  12. Reblogged this on howanxious and commented:
    A Must Read!

  13. Bonjour

    Having drunk in all the words and feeling rather full l reflected, on their meaning, and read them all again. I think l will read them all again many times and many more after that.

    Thank you for sharing your exceptional talent

    Dan

  14. HA this was marvelously written. Reallyu a brilliant foray into longer poems and vivid imagery and narrative.>KB

    • Hey KB! I think you got us mixed up, I wrote the poem (tho HA is a splendid and marvelous poet, if I was to have my poems belong to someone else, he would most certanly be at the top.)
      Appriciate the read and am glad you liked it πŸ™‚

  15. What a story, what a tale in poetic voice… A library of talking books reminded me of this animation short… Shared with me by another writer friend a few months back.
    The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr Morris Lessmore

    While the image at the top reminded me of a local a print makers art installation in the local botanical gardens, where (some 100 plus) glass bottles/jars were hanging from a Banyan tree, with hand crafted prints produced via lino cuts, and other methods, with the assistance of a 120 year old printing press, displayed inside of the glass. A poem, not in a glass bottle, was also part of the art installation too.

    Incredible teller of tales you are!

    • I am very happy you enjoyed the poem. I also got introduced to the clip very recently, but am glad you shared it to remind me of it.
      The picture just seemed, for some reason, right for this, the artist named it The Fairy Home πŸ™‚

      • πŸ™‚ I need to finish my mythology short story off, and it’s all finding its way… Should be complete this weekend, arriving soon…

  16. very nicely done…what a magical place it we be….the tears of owls and the scarves from the alleys…ha. i like that….the interaction between the 3 is engaging…and there is def something to their realizations…smiles.

  17. Huh?! Why dont your new posts appear on my reader?! Im missing out on them!

  18. No wonder, O! Wow! Made me think of Alice in Wonderland a little. It’s hard when imagination gets beaten out of us…

  19. “a spectator at your pub,
    ignored by all,
    sitting at a table, alone in the far corner
    where light’s out and its dark,
    eves-dropping subconsciously
    falling in love with the nutty princess and her fairytale home….. ”

    That was f’ing beautiful….
    ohh btw chatty’s right, i cant see u in my reader either… the unfollowing-refollowing didnt help… subscribing email seemed to work best though.. πŸ˜€

    • No despairs and hiding when there is tequila somebody else pays for, in this case me πŸ™‚
      Sucks about the posts, like I told Chatty,it happens to me sometimes, but it usualy happens when the person changes something,usualy their username,but I have not changed a thing. Am glad to hear the e–mail follow is working properly at least!

  20. Divno! (:

  21. Fantastični svetovi u pesmi. Bajkovita voΕΎnja. Sjaaaaajna pesma i kafana πŸ™‚

  22. another round
    round and round
    ~
    exaggerated proportions
    drinking stories
    one upping distortions

    • Is it here or is it there, or is it, at all – something other then the beer fiz πŸ™‚ Thank you very much for reading Geo πŸ™‚

  23. Wow was this ever a wonderful read. “the only constellation that you need
    is in this world of ours right here.”.. So perfect.

  24. Delightful! I love the way you rolled this out, and I want this magical estate and the dresses that braid hair! You have an amazing imagination Selena, your little boy must sleep to the best stories! Thanks for this one πŸ™‚

    • We all want our own magical home, something more then mere things and rules and it is sad to me that we are way too often prevented from getting it in many ways.
      We never lack a fairytale in our house πŸ˜€
      Thank you for reading!

  25. An awesome write!

  26. Mezmerizing, magical and wonderful. LOVe every word. You are amazing!

  27. Wow, you wrote this?! This is like something from the middle ages. What impresses me most is that you can create a world (in your head) that is so real- and instead of writing about the depths of pain, or love, or another common subject, you write about things and people and places with a voyeuristic approach- almost detached and I love that. :0) You’re a serious artist! Much respect. xo

    • Thank you very much for your words! Knowing that something I wrote managed to provoke something in a reader is the greatest gift one can ever give me.

  28. Reblogged this on We are Anonymous and commented:
    Great, very beautifull ! πŸ‘

  29. Reblogged this on anmar056.

  30. phew I finished reading it….hehe πŸ™‚
    Long and awesome
    Keep writing such divine piece of poetry
    Congratulations on being Freshly Pressed

  31. Wonderful read!
    Congrats on getting pressed!!

  32. I don’t see any color in this photo? Good think I have an imagination to go with your wonderful words!

    • I was trying to find a perfect picture that could possibly in as many ways as possible depict what I am trying to say in the poem. Unfortunatly, like it happens many times, I found none and was at a lack of time to craft my own when I saw this photo – titled Fairy Homes and decided to go for the metaphorical inclusion πŸ™‚
      I am very glad you liked the poem, thank you for stopping by πŸ™‚

  33. I love it! Very good work!

  34. Your poem draws me into it. Thanks for making me smile!

    Mr MakingUsmile

  35. I LOVE IT!!

  36. What a great poem. Thanks for posting this!

  37. I rarely find poetry that I enjoy. *throws confetti* Koo-dose.

  38. […] At The Pub In My Head […]

  39. Reblogged this on alobalo.

  40. Wow!! Congratulations for being freshly pressed.. I’m so ..so proud of you πŸ˜€ Cheers!!!

  41. Wow, I am just in awe of your talent. It reminds me of Coleridge a bit. I had to scroll about 5 minutes through comments to leave this message. I have a masters degree in English, and I would like to print this poem out and place it in my hand selected modern poetry. Great Post! I’m still learning poems! I never stop being amazed by words

    • Thank you very much for your words and I really appriciate that you took the time to scroll and leave me a word of your own.
      Hearing (reading actually!) the words you left me, it really makes me feel warm and happy and I thank you for that.
      If you wish to print it out, you are free to do so, it would be an even bigger heartwarming honor for me πŸ™‚
      We tend to live in a slight delusion and we are often being educated that poetry and writing itself in it’s pure, honest, yet whimsical,fairytale-like weaving is dead and right now I feel as tho I am playing a small, yet significant part in dispelling that πŸ™‚

  42. it’s the first time i accessed your blog.

  43. Read all the words and read them again till they left me reeling and with a need to read them yet again. The meaning and the magic shows a different version each time I read. Congratulations on being freshly pressed and well done.

    • Thank you very much! It makes me happy to know that the poem compelled you to return to it, it is one of the greatest compliments one could get regarding their writing. Also, reading that you discovered something new each time is yet another great compliment that brings me happiness, for it is precisley that for which I strive everytime I write a poem. I want it to be yours just as much as it is mine.
      Thank you very much for reading!

  44. Long poems and me normally don’t do too well but this was fantastic, thanks so much for sharing your work of art. (:

    • Thank you, I am glad that the words managed to roll and unroll so they keep you till the end. I know the lenght of my poems can often seem very terrifying, but I am glad to hear it all pays of by the time one reaches the last words:D
      Thank you very much for visiting my blog and reading πŸ™‚

  45. Wow! That was one of the most beautiful poems I have ever read! The images it invoked were spectacular! Thank you for restoring my faith in this difficult medium.

    And congrats on being Freshly Pressed – you deserved it!

  46. Ha! What a wonderful way to explain a “dream home.”

  47. IΒ΄m speechless. I just say WOW! and sound a deepest charmed aaaaah ~~~~~~

    Love,
    Deelia

  48. This is just excellent. I really enjoyed it. I’m so glad you translated it too.

    Your words, the way they flow – literarily and physically – excellent.

  49. Okay…. so I have been wanting to make some long music that moves in movements….. This is fantastic. What a wonderful piece this would be.

    • This sounds crazy when I try to read it with 5 different voices and act it out (5 beers not included! ) I think it would sound amazing narrated by you.

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