[tabby title="Poem"] Not much, not enough,more of the same and so on,without remorse,a splendid isolationcreeping into the selfhood. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Mitja Lovše is a writer, a performer and a director from Slovenia. He works within the fields of theatre,...

[tabby title="Poem"] Mike Love goes to Germany.‘You, Sauerkraftwerk!’Ralf and Florian look up,the others are shocked. ‘That’s Mike Love in here.’‘Mike Fucking Love,since you stole the melodyfrom one of our songs.’ ‘For Autobahn, Love?’‘Don’t be cute now,you know what this means.’‘We...

[tabby title="Poem"] Get in the way,because this can damage wellthose you fought against.‘Why are you smiling at us?’No reason, no reason, huh … [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Mitja Lovše is a writer, a performer and a director from Slovenia. He works...

[tabby title="Poem"] You didn’t care,you didn’t listen,they have died andyou are on your own. Never noticed,never empathized,they are ghosts andyou will not see them. A glass of wine,a resolute fireplace,they will be found andyou shall be away later on. A...

[tabby title="Poem"] ‘Fuck you, Hüsker Dü!’An old man agingin front of that storehe used to visit. ‘Fuck you, Ramones!’He keeps thinkingthe past shall return,if he wishes well. ‘Fuck you, Radiohead!’He tries to outrunthe sight of the fanboyswith their own keys....