“I Had Raised Dust” by Daniil Kharms translated by Neil Cornwell I had raised dust. Children were running after, me, tearing their clothing. Old men and old women fell from roofs. I whistled, I roared, my teeth chattered and I clattered like an iron bar. Lacerated children raced after me and, falling behind, broke their… Continue reading “I Had Raised Dust,” a short vision from Daniil Kharms→
