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♠️Королевы ковров
И кухонных красот,
Отрывают пасти
И уходят в ночь.
Покоряют вершины,
Зарываются в мох
И по квадрату ковра
Стираются прочь.

Yaroslav Kulikovsky. Vienne, 2020 (c).
Part of the cycle: Poems on City Flesh and Power.

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This poem is about women breaking free from domestic routines — the kitchen, the carpet — and stepping into the night in pursuit of their own summit. They are no longer "interior decor," but active agents. Every step across the rug is a step toward themselves.
Рассосалась барышня,
В колёса оделась
И моргает фарами,
Как будто гнеда.
Да, погнала яркая,
По встречке хай-левел,
Ах, какая бабочка
У, камелька!

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

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This poem captures the image of a fast, fearless woman — a kinetic force speeding toward her own direction, not society’s map. She becomes machine, icon, energy — driving head-on through gendered clichés and class constraints. It’s a manifesto of personal trajectory.
Фике погнала в фаэтоне
И закружила в фуэте,
На чьем-то штопанном погоне
НогастаЯ кобыловЭ.
А Либертэ уже флаконит
Эгалите, Фратерните,
Пике дымится, дама стонет,
Шарман, где Кафка и лавэ?

Yaroslav Kulikovsky. Prague, 2020 (c).
Part of the cycle: Poems on City Flesh and Power.

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This poem reads like cabaret in the age of identity: bold, theatrical, and politically resonant. It plays with the language and symbols of France, reimagining liberté, égalité, fraternité through the figure of a burning heroine. Grotesque meets grace here, and every word becomes a performance.
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.

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