Konstantin Udalov
Author about himself
"I smeared the weekday's map at once,
spilling paint from a glass:
I showed on a plate of aspic
the slanting cheekbones of the ocean.
On the tin scales of a fish
I read the calls of new lips.
And you—
could you play
a nocturne
on a drainpipe flute?"
V. V. Mayakovsky
