This is where my thoughts pool as a reservoir of miscellany and peculiarity. It's actually not my brain that's dripping -- it's my soul that's leaking.
It's really no big deal.
"The Monkey" gives me goosebumps. Those are "before"; here is an "after" poem. Not my favorite of his, but it is definitely unique:Vladislav KhodasevichVladislav KhodasevichAutomobile1921We make our way in somber silence. The empty dark, the row night.And suddenly – with singing summons – Automobile arrives in sight.While shone with facets of his glassesAnd a black varnish of side screens,‘He’ stretches in the nightly darkness,Like Angel, two ‘His’ whiting wings.And buildings were at once mutatedInto the walls of festive halls, And there, a passer-by, belated, Run through the wings, ‘He’ wildly holds.The light had splashed and get off farther, Swinging in rain’s transparent sea…But hark to me: now another,Another Car arrives to me. ‘He’ runs to us in light of dawns‘He’ runs to us on sunny daysAnd on ‘His’ sides two wings like those,But they are black – the wings, ‘He’ spreads.And all that only could be found Under the black shaft of ‘His’ rays,Without any trace flew outFrom my remembrance far away.I do forget, I loose forever My Psyche, my untainted soul, I stretch my arms of a sightless beggar,And could not recognize that all:There was the world here, simple and whole,But from the time as ‘He’ appeared,The blanks gape in the world and soul, As from the acids which were spilled.Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, December, 2000
To me, "Automobile" has a kind of Emily Dickinson quality to it. I need to read it some more, to let its essence further spill into my head.
The translation is a little scratchy, but you get some of the structure of the original.