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What an Awful Pleasure

November 3, 2009 by · No comments

Roumen Leonidov

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awful pleasure
thinking is.
Even if a person thinks
whether it’s worth thinking.

It’s awful when one reclines in repose
and doesn’t want and cannot
think about one’s brains.

It’s awful that homo sapiens
doesn’t think.
And there comes the homunculus
and there comes the homunculus
and with what an awful pleasure
what an awful pleasure
the thugs march in throngs.

Wow, Jeeeeeeeez!
What an awful pleasure,
what an awful pleasure is
to have somebody think instead of you.

Translated from Bulgarian by Kristin Dimitrova

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