I Am Not Your Insect
Your underfoot, your exterminated, your bug...
Your underfoot, your exterminated, your bug...
My unabashedly hairy legs, whose gymnopedes twitching like a chorus for a fatal Sharon Stone, delight in ces movements qui désplace les lines, in the motion, the quiver, the mort, the catch. Your sterile world where no one eats anything but grass is dust to me. Mother Kali, you have made me what I am; feminine, brilliant, a blood without fear. Like my mother, I wait and pray for the prey—that it be there, that it give gore, that I feel it die, that there be more.
By Larissa Shmailo
By Larissa Shmailo
Larissa Shmailo has been published in Fulcrum, Rattapallax, Drunken Boat, Big Bridge, Naropa’s We among other publications. Her CD, The No-Net World, has been heard on radio stations and the Internet around the world. Larissa translated the Russian Futurist opera Victory over the Sun by A. Kruchenych; a DVD of the original English-language production is part of the collection of the New York Museum of Modern Art. She recently contributed translations to the anthology Contemporary Russian Poetry to be published by Dalkey Archive Press. She is a director of TWiN Poetry, an informal collective of 7,000 audio poets, and public coordinator for Fulcrum Annual. Her chapbook, A Cure for Suicide will be available from Cervena Barva Press in 2008.
Visit her online at:
http://www.myspace.com/larissaworld
http://www.myspace.com/thenonetworld
http://larissashmailo.blogspot.com/
© Copyright 2007 Larissa Shmailo
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