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На обед я ебашу курятинку,
Ну, а за полночь ем пиздятинку,
И графиню ебашу графином,
Мадам Лантонье. Хорошо.
А вы жрали листья из коки,
Женевьева, дессерт, пороки,
И диктат разлит по касательной,
Гуччи-шмучи, бац-бац, свежо.

Yaroslav Kulikovsky. Paris, 2019 (c).
Part of the cycle: Poems on City Flesh and Power.

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This poem is a blend of post-irony and anarchic pleasure. It embraces the body, indulgence, and decadence, turning them into an operatic celebration of desire. The body here is not passive — it devours, dominates, and plays. ****** freedom becomes the right to choose, to enjoy, and to command one’s own pleasure.
Yaroslav Kulikovsky
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Yaroslav Kulikovsky  Montreal
(Montreal)   
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