Katya Ganeshi (Blonde Beast or Blond Beast) is a well known Indo-Russian poet. She is the founder of a new literary style «Overaggressive Masterpiecism». The edition of her book «Blond Beast» has brought her popularity in all the societies of vanguard and literary underground associations in Moscow. In poetry, Katya Ganeshi continues to develop the philosophical ideas of Friedrich Nietzsche and Azsacra Zarathustra, as well as the risky conceptual ideas of Antonin Artaud (The Theatre of Cruelty). The beauty of a human body and Spirit in the Absolute Break, and Spiritual War — are the basic themes of her poetic, nonconformist books. Katya Ganeshi is persecuted in Russia as a free poet and independent performer.
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THE SIMPLY-WHITE ROSE
No! The Rose isn't killed by the Height
It will inoculate thorns —
And irradiate a Sense of Coitus,
More adroit than bullets —
By other Cruelties,
Will shoot through foreheads!
And you, who believed in the Fall —
You will tumble into the morning of Hellish pits!
Bury, the Hero, your-self
Your Invincibility:
I — am the Rose White! —
I will burst with thorns
Your insides.
I — am the Rose White! —
And I want to blossom Differently —
Above the petals of
Paradise and Flowers:
To live
Greedily
Only
By devouring
Winds!
So Aromas of Regal Gardens
Devour a rough smell of honest flesh —
So simply a tiger
Frolics in Hunting,
So simply
Each revolver
Is ready for work.
STRONG FEMALE
By a snowy gait diligently
I go to you, Overgentle!
Of white beasts, a round dance
Leads Death,
On the contrary:
Open more quickly the eyelids,
Too weak, no hope,
Perfection is only a turn ―
The Blonde God
Is going!
By tender gait, diligently
He goes alone, Over-snowy,
The perfect Beast goes:
Strongest!
Strongest Females only
Turn!
OVER THE WORLD OF THE DEAD OF SIRENS
Over the world of the dead of Sirens
The dragonfly hovers with passion —
And the Minotaur, having left captivity,
He is fine: neither is the good, nor is the evil.
Over the world of the dead of Sirens
The threads of Ariadne twinkle —
The light and the pitiful decay
Already it is impossible to connect.
Over the world of the dead of Sirens
A Life won't tie up, more, a knot:
And the Monster damned — is blessed,
And on his face — a tear.
THE MURDER OF BEAUTY
The Murder of Beauty is
A malicious Evil
By «The Flowers of Evil».
Royal Lions growl and reign
Also exterminate Laughter.
Cruelty for the illuminated
Not a hindrance
We — claws of Laughter!
For us Laughter claws!
Let swallows
Look down —
Only bowels, giblets of flowers
Fly
THE PRINCE MAGNIFICENT
The female animal is given to Force!
From a bed crawl away servants:
When He gives wings —
Cuts off hands!
Unconcerned with
The Carrion of Hyenas
Without «I» is — I! —
I — the Lioness Opened & dissected
Veins:
The Devil ascending the throne should die
The Demon!
Look —
The Light of Force hasn’t died away:
God opens the great Eye,
But pulls out an eye!
No! The Rose isn't killed by the Height
It will inoculate thorns —
And irradiate a Sense of Coitus,
More adroit than bullets —
By other Cruelties,
Will shoot through foreheads!
And you, who believed in the Fall —
You will tumble into the morning of Hellish pits!
Bury, the Hero, your-self
Your Invincibility:
I — am the Rose White! —
I will burst with thorns
Your insides.
I — am the Rose White! —
And I want to blossom Differently —
Above the petals of
Paradise and Flowers:
To live
Greedily
Only
By devouring
Winds!
So Aromas of Regal Gardens
Devour a rough smell of honest flesh —
So simply a tiger
Frolics in Hunting,
So simply
Each revolver
Is ready for work.
STRONG FEMALE
By a snowy gait diligently
I go to you, Overgentle!
Of white beasts, a round dance
Leads Death,
On the contrary:
Open more quickly the eyelids,
Too weak, no hope,
Perfection is only a turn ―
The Blonde God
Is going!
By tender gait, diligently
He goes alone, Over-snowy,
The perfect Beast goes:
Strongest!
Strongest Females only
Turn!
OVER THE WORLD OF THE DEAD OF SIRENS
Over the world of the dead of Sirens
The dragonfly hovers with passion —
And the Minotaur, having left captivity,
He is fine: neither is the good, nor is the evil.
Over the world of the dead of Sirens
The threads of Ariadne twinkle —
The light and the pitiful decay
Already it is impossible to connect.
Over the world of the dead of Sirens
A Life won't tie up, more, a knot:
And the Monster damned — is blessed,
And on his face — a tear.
THE MURDER OF BEAUTY
The Murder of Beauty is
A malicious Evil
By «The Flowers of Evil».
Royal Lions growl and reign
Also exterminate Laughter.
Cruelty for the illuminated
Not a hindrance
We — claws of Laughter!
For us Laughter claws!
Let swallows
Look down —
Only bowels, giblets of flowers
Fly
THE PRINCE MAGNIFICENT
The female animal is given to Force!
From a bed crawl away servants:
When He gives wings —
Cuts off hands!
Unconcerned with
The Carrion of Hyenas
Without «I» is — I! —
I — the Lioness Opened & dissected
Veins:
The Devil ascending the throne should die
The Demon!
Look —
The Light of Force hasn’t died away:
God opens the great Eye,
But pulls out an eye!
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Strong poems
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