TATJANA T. JAMNIK
TREATISE ON THE END OF THE WORLD maybe we are already dying slowly with a sense of aesthetics and above all public order and rhymes a bosom hanging like two giant pig’s teats but dry useless where does this wind come from where does this fieldcome from why this slaughtering man is no animal and neither a beast man is a being unworthy of being © Tatjana T. Jamnik © for translation Sonja Kravanja & Andrea Brady
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