The Things Poem by Bozhidar Pangelov

The Things

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Art must mount a full-scale attack on language itself,
by means of language and its surrogates, on behalf of the standard of silence.
Susan Sontag.




I talk too much.

The Things are:
a flower
a grain of sand
a spark.

And all together.


Translator bulgarian-english: : Milena Veleva

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