*Special European election-era bonus: contemporary Swedish poetry (in translation).
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"Mastiff
"The sun bladder hangs high and red: the fever scrotum weighs heavy. The trucks roar down below, the mastiff dog gurgles and growls and tugs at its chain, and it seems like the metals of this powerful city are exploding with anxiety. The amphibians suffer burned and flayed in the hangars, and we hear their shrill throat sounds. The substances are fermenting, the throats are corroding and bubbling, things are rumbling and crumbling behind us. Adrian is carrying the blind snake patiently cautiously in the muddy palms of his hands. Out of a slit in the wool, pink flesh is glowing. But we walk dazzlingly toward the still-smoking planet that lies torn and crushed by the wall ruin at the edge of the city. In the harbor, the heavy ships sing and the steel chafes screams. The oil the magma boils slowly in the basins, the cisterns. Adrian carries the blind snake and maybe he smiles. We walk outward and he maybe smiles."
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