But something would then suck up Tomaz Salamun, possibly the head. Possibly he should be pressed between glass, his photo should be taken. He should be put in formaldehyde, so children would look at him as they do fetuses, protei, and mermaids. Next year, he ll probably be in Hawaii or in Ljubljana. Doorkeepers will scalp tickets.
People walk barefoot to the university there.
The waves can be a hundred feet high. The city is fantastic, shot through with people on the make, the wind is mild. This is Tomaz Salamun, he went to the store with his wife Marushka to buy some milk. He will drink it and this is history. The poetry of Tomaz Salamun is characterized by a whimsical playfulness, often tinged with the absurd, but steeped with a sense of compassion.