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IAP 23 ~ Amir Chasson

“Important artist Amir Chasson says that the only apology necessary to be adduced, in extenuation of any errors in the following collection of poems, is that he had not yet completed his fiftieth year by the time he wrote them.”
— Amir Chasson

The Art works are considered nsfw

 
 

 My Father has died.

He was my hero in my early years yet

ever since his death,

he became a target

of all my hate

and contempt.

Fundamentally flawed,

Fundamentally mad,

Fundamentally sinful yet he was my dad.

In sleepless nights he reappears

Keep away! No! don’t come near!

O, how I long for those early year.

 

What is vacuum?

Vacuum is when you are born

with all your fingers and toes

But without a family.

without a country

without a language.

without a culture

without a social class.

without something
without nothing.

This is vacuum.

 
 

On the day of my 11th birthday

I was already the full person I could ever become.

There was absolutely no good reason to go on living.

So when I realised that,

I consulted my parents.

They immediately agreed.

They confessed that they too felt

the same about me ever since I was 10.

But they did not know what to do.

Killing your own child was still illegal at the time.

So I was forced to go on living.

And I am still alive today.

So unfair!

 

The best cure for the fear of death
is the denial of self-preservation.

The best cure for self-preservation

is to wear your summer clothes in winter and your winter clothes in summer.

My father lived by this rule and
barely made it to 40.

 
 

You know damn well that

I carried death in my soul

since the day I could crawl.

Today I finally died,

So don’t act surprised.

 

A song of social insignificance
I dreamed I saw

Jack Kevorkian last night
Alive as you or me.
But Jack, I said, you’re 10 years dead

I never died, said he.
I never died, said he.
But the liver cancer killed you Jack,
and so did hepatitis C!
It takes more than death to kill a man,

I did not die, said he
I never died, said he.
But they sold off your 68 VW Type 2
and iconic blue sweater too, is it not?

My legacy can never be sold

And your rights can never be bought.

But, I asked, what if I fail?
Will they put me in Jail?

What’s the difference? Jack said,

You’re as good as dead
and already living in hell.
And standing there, as big as life,
smiling as he speaks

The truth from your children,

you must not hide

One day they too will seek

assisted suicide.
So where are you? I ask.

All over the world, completing my task.

From Nunavut to Ushuaia,
in every mine and mill,
Where working folks

defend their right to kill
themselves and with some luck,
You too will find our Jack!

 
 

*

True friendship is

the ability to allow oneself

to profit oh so much from a best friend's death

by being named in their will.

 

But best friends tend
to live for a very a long time.

Still, this does not mean you can harm

or wish them ill.

True friendship means

one must be patient.
and wait.

But waiting is hard.

One’s patience can quickly ran out

and good intentions can be easily corrupted;

For example, one can find oneself in

some unexpected financial difficulties

or in an urgent need for

a 4K 3D diamond-encrusted plasma screen TV.

This is when true friendship is

compromised.

 
 

*

The famous phrase

‘From cradle to coffin’

applies to everyone including you,

but not for me

because I’m a Jew.

 
 

*

The worst thing that can happen to a woman

or a man

is to be born.

But even worse than that is to die

before your parents

and to leave it to them to decide

on the general look and feel

of your headstone.

Bless them; they did try their best to

pay homage to what they believed

was my high capacity

for realism and ornate adornment,

which only further emphasised

the horrors of my death

and eternal torture in hell!


 

amir Chasson is an artist based in berlin and more of his work can be found here