"Akartam írni, hogy "Parts of you are not yours" – this part is art.  Ez a te (p)ar(t)s poetica-d. Zseniális." - Sniffany 

Ahol a magyar származás az irodalmi angollal találkozik a kortárs káosz alkotás teremtő erejével. Az a multilinguális nyelvhasználati szint, ahová még Sniffany-nak is fejlődnie kell. Ez itt a bakELIT art-cult, only for the occult <3

....a többieknek ez már túl bonyolult.

Love letters to Beloved Cities – Pt. 1

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As soon as I’d arrived to meet you for the first time, I’d left you almost immediately.

Parts of you are not yours, but independent elements bound to your proximity.

I had not even gotten to know you, whereupon I’d realized, suddenly:

I’d never even known me.

Just like that, I was thrust, inadvertently, into a whirlwind of proclivity.

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Two-thirds of the year you are cruel; battering me with inequity.

That latter third though. Heh,

I became ensnared by magical prophecy.

With no chance for respite or recourse, I resolved never to resign myself to destiny.

“Rather than submit to thy dominance, I choose oblivion!”

You are so near, and yet still: so far away.

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What then, I wonder, draws me back to you,

Again and again,

Interminably?

Is it your calm assertiveness? A kind of minimalist, orderly beauty?

Or is it the wildness hidden underneath your skin,

Not even a veneer, simply: translucency?

That peculiar way you have civilized your noble savagery?

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You are so near, and yet still: so far away.

And vast distances are difficult to traverse, with many a danger

Along the way.

But in your stead, I wouldn’t be surprised, should I suddenly

Appear again and again, having made my foray.

Until such time, do me a favour and never change, ma chérie.