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1d
Роден ваял из силикона
И прочих вешних мутей
Себе Венеру-примадонну,
С глазами Тутти-Фрутти.
И высекал из неба искры,
Лелея Сакраменто,
Чтоб голова легла по форме
На хуй у постамента.

Yaroslav Kulikovsky. Berlin, 2022 (c).
Part of the cycle: Poems on City Flesh and Power.

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This poem is about the right to shape oneself — and one’s body — as a work of art. Rodin here is not just a sculptor, but a symbol of desire, molding form, freedom, and sexuality. It’s a poetic fantasy where the body becomes a playground for power and lust. To be Venus is to be self-made — by your own will.
Yaroslav Kulikovsky
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Yaroslav Kulikovsky  Montreal
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