Author: Arto Melleri
In the land of the living
Issue 4/1996 | Archives online, Fiction, poetry
Poems by Arto Melleri. Introduction by Maris Gothóni
The airship Italia
Farewell, darlings, General Nobile's sailing in his airship to a glittering death... whoever knows the journey's end as he sets out is there already, wafted on his wing-stubs; farewell, doubters smiles on your lips like the imprints of horse-bits: 'he'll never get there this way' 'get there' – as if 'there' were some place; in one day you can only manage a day's journey, it's more realistic, far more, to get the measure of Perdition; farewell, darlings, I'm off with him, his scrivener, I'm stretching over the verge of tears towards boundless laughter, the dignified business of tarring and feathering, I'm making notes: this is a dream, a single night's eternity, a sound mind's storming of the Bastille; farewell, you who always know better what should be done than the doers, and how, you don't do, you know, you put your hat on a shelf called History, General Nobile's flying over the craters of history northwards, northwards, and the sun's scoopful of molten tin is about to splash in the cold ocean, and the moon's a ball of camphor-soaked cotton wool wiping the smoking sky, farewell, darlings, there, flashing ahead, are the crystal shores of Ultima Thule
From Ilmalaiva Italia (‘Airship Italia’, 1980) More…
Poems
Issue 1/1981 | Archives online, Fiction, poetry
Introduction by Pekka Tarkka
Wind’s whistling through Europe’s windows
In the moonlight
when the mirrors are screeching
cold light, a silvery curse
the newsreel breaks loose, gallops
the window pane into blackness
Wind’s whistling through
Europe’s windows, the sky’s
full of flying Pickwick Club papers
Just a moment
International terror’s
switchboard diagram: the transistors
are hijacking the plane More…