Photograph by Tammy Pineda
(Tarot, Major Arcana 12.)
He paid. Urinated next to the bowl. Shit spattered in his pants.
(Again, a creepy event from Hungary.)
The fourth monosandalos of the ulcerous continent,
the one sandal man from the north
arrives dancing like a clown,
as if he’d somersault over his own shadow.
What is to be said shall be stretching a bit later. It’s filthy,
Finally, it solidifies and shaped by its fragmentation.
From the background the outline of a cheerful
hanged man appears,
the rope is looped around his ankle, he’s hanging upside down
he doesn’t wish to stand on the ground like a man.
Every sacrifice is selfish, every Redeemer is a liar.
Nests of cunning tyranny: existing subordinate and
super ordinate relations.
The country is a public scaffold.
"They have brought whores for Eleusis Corpses are set to banquet…"
The crippled executioner’s butchering drunkenly,
Food scrapsare clotted in his mustache…
Redemption is the disgusting phlegm of the millennia,
every victim is a liar.
At the end, earth allows him to return
to the aquatic world.
Translated by Gabor Gyukics
Laszlo Aranyi (Frater Azmon) is a poet, anarchist, occultist from Hungary. Earlier books: (szellem) válaszok, A Nap és Holderők egyensúlya. New: Kiterített rókabőr. English poems published in: Quail Bell Magazine, Lumin Journal, Moonchild Magazine, Scum Gentry Magazine, Pussy Magic, The Zen Space, Crêpe & Penn, Briars Lit, Acclamation Point, Truly U, Sage Cigarettes Magazine, Lots of Light Literary Foundation, Honey Mag, Theta Wave, Re-side. Known for spiritualist mediums, art and explores the relationship with magic.