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2 Responses to “Assassins: by Edin Suljic”

1. This one harkens to the paranoia of desire which I find in Roberto Bolaño’s fiction. All the lovers past are assassins, spies, secret agents in possession of the facts that could kill you. Or make you whole. Or make you pay. Or simply make you love.

   Stunning work.

   soulies said this on February 24, 2011 at 5:35 am | Reply

2. great last verse

   LENDING A SHOT

   The blow is always there
   On top of the next wave
   Waiting for a surfing foot

   Hope is a slavery anchor
   Ball and chain of the rich
   Desert of a thousand wonders

   Assassins need only a second
   To do the watusi dance
   So far away from the blind tongue
   Just close to the shore of innocence

   gmc said this on February 24, 2011 at 10:48 am | Reply