Tomaž Šalamun
ARKPartially and dirtily and classically and socially and God-fearingly and the sixth sense. Imminent end. Maccabees spit on walnuts. Three generations of fathers peel like new potatoes. First under the stable of a neighbour, then they kick a ball around again three generations back in a strange cellar in Vienna and then again three generations back in an flashy rumpus and then again three generations back right close to stilt dwellings and then again three generations back in a turban, in a turban, in a turban and then again, shelled,...