poetry by ivan de monbrison

Images of Delirium / Изображения делирия PT. I

The city is full of chunks of meat.
No, these are actually people
But they look like meat.
They are red and their heads are cut off.
A dog barks, grabs one head and runs away with it.
Cars pass like iron coffins.
You know that in fact
I was never born.

В городе полно кусков мяса.
Нет, на самом деле они люди,
Но они выглядят как мясо.
Они красные, и их головы отрезаны.
Собака лает, хватает одну голову и убегает с ней.
Машины проходят как железные гробы.
Ты знаешь на самом деле
Что я никогда не рождался.

Images of Delirium / Изображения делирия PT. II

We go up the stairs.
The building is almost empty.
We enter a small apartment that serves as a workshop.
White plaster statues watch as we come in.
There are only four left.
The rest was thrown away.
There are also large black paintings on the walls
That look like windows overlooking an eternal night.

Мы поднимаемся по лестнице.
Здание почти пустое.
Мы входим в маленькую квартиру, которая служит мастерской.
Белые гипсовые статуи смотрят, как мы входим.
Осталось только четыре.
Остальные выбросили.
Также на стенах висят большие черные картины,
похожие на окна с видом на вечную ночь.

Ivan de Monbrison is a poet, writer and artist living in Paris born in 1969. He has studied oriental languages there after high school, not with great success.

Ivan has autistic and schizophrenic tendencies that he has been trying to cop with through art, in the past twenty years of his life.

He has published some poems in the past.