Anfisa Osinnik (Russia, *1957) Five poems in translation by Johannes Beilharz
Renoir Amok II Personal City Dualism Bio note
Renoir . Renoir liked to enlarge women's eyes, giving roundness to cheeks and lips. Renoir liked to play with women's hair. Excellent painter and magnificent hatter, every hat in his pictures shouts: I'm the spirit of nature! When he mixed crimson, cobalt and cinnabar on his pallet, the oil in the paint turned solar, the sun took unceremonious walks on his canvases without noticing the frame. The day he died was gray, gray, gray, or maybe it wasn't, or maybe he died at night. But I think that his spirit, looking at his own portrait in the frame of the coffin, thought: Here's my worst picture. Then the spirit fled, surely towards the sun, surely to step on women's hats, surely to portray angels with enlarged eyes, with round cheeks and fleshy lips. Of course the angels wear hats now; the angels like natural beauty turned spiritual.
Amok II .
A Malay with a face of withered leaves appeared in my dream. Piercing my heart with a spear, he said: "This is amok." Midnight is impenetrable. I am midnight. The stars are my wounds, the moon is my throat ... Give me, Malay, the medicine to heal my wounds and silence the moon's strange, painful lament. No medicine, said the Malay, will cure amok. How do you heal wounds when they are stars? How can you silence the voice when the moon is your throat? I know all that, old fellow, don't tell me ... The solo of the moon in my throat, in the dark star anise, the bird composes a chant for me: amok, amok, amok.
Personal . My hemispherical world, feminine, left-handed, between complexes of filth and queen. And your right-handed world, and your global oedipal mind ...
With Eve's putrefaction, with Eve's depravity Eve's apple becomes the sapphire-colored hermaphrodite flower, the impossible flower ...