One Night Stands
Standing Up
At this edition of one of my favorite events in Berlin this Saturday -
In The Room
I will be sharing this poem, which I wrote and my childhood friend, pianist, composer and magic all in all, Milica Tegeltija brought to music.
We recorded it at a friends’ studio a couple of years back in Belgrade.
Here’s what the fruit of our labour came to sound like:
P.S. It reads well while listening. Text below.
Fast food from food stands,
one night stands,
standing up.
Not meant to withstand,
not meant to mean anything.
Vulgar
in its literal sense - simple.
just, simply...
perfectly …
nothing.
Simply beautiful -
perfectly simple.
You are a french fry to me.
A satiated need for saturated fat,
and that's that.
Nothing more, nothing less.
What we ordered is what we got.
cheap - greasy - quick - dirty - hot
Look at us here together so…
simply, perfectly, happily - full.
Just having a nice time in the mean while.
Drowning in the shallowness of the deep fried.
Cheers and thanx for reading/listening!
