for Mari, the becoming actress
“Life is a tragedy when seen in close-up, but a comedy in long-shot” (Charles Chaplin)
we hold hands and walk like Chaplin
when people ask us why are we doing this,
we answer:”this is the elementary circus”,
our barren ground, our right to choose to
unleash small revolutions
on the back street full of dewless leaves
and car oil, anywhere, on the sidewalk,
on the brink of some buildings, around
the signal lights, runing beside bluecoats,
beggars, cyclists, thieves, workers and
other places, we hold hands and walk
like Chaplin
in the watch face the sun seems to be
a blow in the eyes, we take out our watches,
we put them in our pockets and walk like
Chaplin
a limousine draws near the border stone
and runs forward on the same track, a voice
similar to the voice on the phone can be heard
from inside saying: “you see, living like this
is not impossible…”
you are a serious-minded actress, you know the cabaret,
the lipstick, the panty hose, the corset, the shoes, the
entire props, you can play the sand on the ocean floor,
the parasite, the meteorite, the electrical filament,
I’m a tiny black mouse, a bosh hawker, I know how
to reinvent the bankruptcy, to take a drill press
and make a hole in the atmosphere and then to
grab your hand and walk like Chaplin
