The Outsider Laszlo Aranyi (Frater Azmon)

The Outsider Laszlo Aranyi (Frater Azmon)


László Aranyi (Frater Azmon)




The evening of staggering drunks, he is after hangdog,
Weasel-faced streetwalkers.
Whom he points his carved stick at,


or whom he stigmatises with his finger on the bare skin,
they will not be disgusted ever again by the touch of his rigor mortis,
but in the following days,
horrendous leprosy-like blotches will cover the entire body it will rot,
through the thinned bones,
skull the size of a bird’s head will be handed over untouched by the furnace of the incinerator.
Wherever he appears—in a black mask, wrapped in a shabby cloak; children disappear without a trace.


The outsider is the satyr of abandoned playgrounds “all he needs now is a scythe in his hands”
Now next to the graveyard he carves mysterious
figures in the sacred decay of parched mud.


Flower heads, heavy as stone, are tied up with rusty wire,
its heads still touching the earth; yellow, ropy leaves scattered on the soaked earth, trampled pathway like varicose veins.
Abandoned playgrounds famished satyr,
following through the unusual strength of the light of the moon,
he is after the staggering drunks, weasel-faced streetwalkers.


The deep green waters part the surface,
soon the islands drift together: patches of mould
fluorescent its green colour,
soon to become scale like core, solid filthy—hgreen samara.
A mysterious print, in the drying up mud of the graveyard.


(Translated by Johanna Semsei)



Bio: Laszlo Aranyi (Frater Azmon) poet, anarchist, occultist from Hungary. Earlier books: (szellem)válaszok, A Nap ás Holderők egyensúlya . New: Kiterített rókabőr. Known as a spiritualist medium who explores the relationship between magic and art.

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