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.
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.