Projected Background by Laszlo Aranyi (Frater Azmon)
Dracula spitting blood. Billions of people are starving.
(Our conscience is hunger.)
And the awful, polluted muddy water,
that the animals wouldn’t drink. That’s what every second
earthling drinks (And the creatures of “consumer society”
wash their cars with drinking water.) This the Tantalusian thirst of our guilt…
Like a floating Golem, the masses marching by mimicking
they are our law-abiding citizens. The manifested
and massive sense of satiation gives rise to perpetual nausea,
and finally regular vomiting
becomes the only source of pleasure.
A Sybaritic mongrel charms makeshift, cheap junk and
forms a sentence from his distorted, gelded and fragmented tongue.
This is how his days go by:
90 percent ‘must’, ‘need to’, ‘must have’. The ideal man of our time is the slave,
their superfluousness and irreplaceability
become a life-course model.
(The irreversibly degenerating soul reduces us to an empty cardboard box.)
And the orgasm turns to a satisfactory throw up.
(Translated by Gabor Gyukics)