Peter Sellers Is Pissed by Mitja Lovše

[tabby title="Poem"] Peter Sellers is pissedas he spends his credibilityon a movie directed by a guythat made neorealism quite real. They don’t do that now,they’re shooting a comedythat does include the Holliesnot playing their best material. Sellers plays the Fox,not...

Die fetten Katzen (nicht eine Punkband aus Düsseldorf) by Mitja Lovše

[tabby title="Poem"] You are fed up,yet another crisis,right after the current,which almost killed you? You are pissed,the people who madeall this chaos happen againspeak about the sacrifices now? You are armed,they should fear you,you shouldn’t be afraid,they dwell in their...

Long Time Ago by Mitja Lovše

[tabby title="Poem"] You did believethey wished the best for you andnow you are upsettheir words don’t mean a thing?One torch only? Make that three. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Mitja Lovše is a writer, a performer and a director from Slovenia. He...

Do You Come Here Often? by Mitja Lovše

[tabby title="Poem"] You can danceas Ferry would say,in these discothequesyou sold to be the richest. You failed at thisas your situation shows,a collection of maggots eatswhat remains of your colleagues. You bet poorlyand you lost the race,you managed to be...

Listening To An Eurodance-Like Croatian Schlager Song, While The World Is Burning by Mitja Lovše

[tabby title="Poem"] Well, didn’t you knowthey discarded youthe moment they mademore cash than ever. They plan some trips now,some won’t be sovereignand some won’t be all well,they were paid in full, yes. ‘You’re just jealous again,they became powerful,while you screed...