Vasko Popa, misread

The Little Box series, by Vasko Popa.

The Little Box
The little box gets her first teeth
And her little length
Little width little emptiness
And all the rest she has

The little box continues growing
The cupboard that she was inside
Is now inside her

And she grows bigger bigger
Now the room is inside her
And the house and the city and the earth
And the world she was in before

The little box remembers her childhood
And by a great great longing
She becomes a little box again

Now in the little box
You have the whole world in miniature
You can easily put it in your pocket
Easily steal it easily lose it

Take care of the little box


The Tenants of the Little Box
Throw into the little box
A stone
You'll take out a bird

Throw in your shadow
You'll take out the shirt of happiness

Throw in your father's root
You'll take out the axle of the universe

The little box works for you

Throw into the little box
A mouse
You'll take out a shaking hill

Throw in your mother pearl
You'll take out the chalice of eternal life

Throw in your head
You'll take out two

The little box works for you



The Craftsmen of the Little Box
Don't open the little box
Heaven's hat will fall out of her

Don't close her for any reason
She'll bite the trouser leg of eternity

Don't drop her on the earth
The sun's eggs will break inside her

Don't throw her in the air
Earth's bone's will break inside her

Don't hold her in your hands
The dough of the stars will go sour inside her

What are you doing for God's sake
Don't let her out of your sight


The Victims of the Little Box
Not even in a dream
Should you have anything to do
With the little box

If you saw her full of stars once
You'd wake up
Without heart or soul in your chest

If you slid your tongue
Into her keyhole once
You'd wake up with a hole in your forehead

If you ground her to bits once
Between your teeth
You'd get up with a square head

If you ever saw her empty
You'd wake up
With a belly full of mice and nails

If in a dream you had anything to do
With the little box
You'd be better off never waking up


The Enemies of the Little Box
Don't bow down before the little box
Which supposedly contains everything
Your star and all other stars

Empty yourself
In her emptiness

Take two nails out of her
And give them to the owners
To eat

Make a hole in her middle
And stick on your clapper

Fill her with blueprints
And the skin of her craftsmen
And trample on her with both feet

Tie her to the cat's tail
And chase the cat

Don't bow down to the little box
If you do
You'll never straighten yourself out again


The Judge's of the Little Box
Why do you stare at the little box
That in her emptiness
Holds the whole world

If the little box holds
The world in her emptiness
Then the antiworld
Holds the little box in its antihand

Who will bite off the antiworld's antihand
And on that hand
Five hundred antifingers

Do you believe
You'll bite it off
With your thirty-two teeth

Or are you waiting
For the little box
To fly into your mouth

Is this why you are staring



The Prisoners of the Little Box
Open little box

We kiss your bottom and cover
Keyhole and key

The entire world lies crumpled in you
It resembles everything
Except itself

Not even a clear-sky mother
Would recognize it any more

The rust will eat your key
Our world and us there inside
And finally you too

We kiss your four sides
And four corners
And twenty-four nails
And anything else you have

Open little box



Last News About the Little Box
The little box which contains the world
Fell in love with herself
And conceived
Still another little box

The little box of the little box
Also fell in love with herself
And conceived
Still another little box

And so it went on forever

The world from the little box
Ought to be inside
The last box of the little box

But not one of the little boxes
Inside the little box in love with herself
Is the last one

Let's see if you can find the world now.


He said, "I think that is about girls' selfishness."

I said, "I think it is about the fear and subsequent demonization of female sexuality, and the idolization of purity. About how women were subverted and honored in their submissiveness and inevitable backlash against those ideas. About the reclamation by the female sex of the power they always deserved and always had, which is such a feared and fought notion. About how we go on producing more and more people who think this way and 'Let's see you (men) find the (your) world now.' "

He said, "But there is something to be said for woman as a dangerous temptress. I know a lot of men who have been taken advantage of because women have sexual power. Really."

I am a selfish little box, in love with myself. And you are a victim, prisoner of all us little boxes. And yes, I think about planes crashing everyday. Vertigo B, all the time. I know how worried you must be... for god's sake, don't let the little box out of your sight! She might just DO something. MAKE something. She might just bite the leg of eternity. Who knows what these selfish little boxes are capable of....


-RM
At your service

Welcome to: Nothing is Embarassing, the blog extension of the Kirkdify university

I meant "universe" but I wrote "university" which was an accident, but was no mistake.

There will be repeats here.

There always are, though.

The point IS that nothing is embarrassing. This shall be proven, since I can assure you that absolutely no one here is embarrassed. I'm assuming you aren't going to be either, but I could be wrong.... even so, I wouldn't be embarrassed to be wrong. Again, proving the point.

What's the point?


-R.M.