GIORDANO BRUNO
"We are already in the skies"
Could we find ourselves in infinity
with no centre, no power
no goose, no egg?
-- we, who haven't risen from the ground
we, who hate the truth
exorcising it like the devil
collectively stoning it
to banish it?
We, who dictate
who will address the public
on how to describe 'reality'
so that we may hear
- at least while we are alive -
only what suits ourselves?
The Sun must turn
the sky must be unreachable
the Earth captive.
He who prescribes God's commandments
will make up man's as well
prohibitions are an indispensable condition
in the Senate, the Altar and the Bed
in Science and Art
regardless of exactitude.
'The Golden Age' or the future
in essence does not interest us
if needs be we'll gather everything progressive
on a stake and burn it
"We shall act moderately and without bloodshed".
The Red Square anyway is red with flowers
The Renaissance is an excuse for the heretics
but it fits into the house rules of the Inquisition
in our officially permitted diabolism
our perversion and sense of Anathema.
Maybe we're small and mortal
maybe we turn endlessly
around ourselves and the Sun
and the world is an unknown Infinito
but at least we have a hell of our own
and we choose whom to kill.
Translated by Ilija Casule and Thomas Shapcott
