Klassnik's book of poetry 'Holy Land' is very surrealist, wild, passionately dark and gothic [like early gothic literature or HBO's tv series True Detective [season 1], here are some excerpts, and be sure to read his three poems at Paragraphiti here [2014, Jan.], ie here's the end of 'The Blur':
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It blurs at my face. And blurs my neck. Blurs at fish, blowing round us, in a cold, marble forest.
Other interesting excerpts of his work include:
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I’m on a cloud floating by and I’ve gone mad but madness flows away in a tall shining work of Art and I’m standing in front of a fountain and the world’s ringing down through me and there are no fields of migrants mixing hair and bone into concrete. Trucks lined up and ready. Cups of cold coffee, a Rolex and a crucifix. A girl on a payphone begging.
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Another:
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God breathes in your mouth and licks between your toes till your eyes roll back. Then he takes away the chair and black flowers spike.
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Drifting in the pool with the light shimmering dark all around them these red pods look like spent shotgun shells. You leaned down and bit my chest and you told me I was filled with suffering: “I bow down to it and lick its feet,” you said. My God, it was all so simple
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