Change My Mind - Book

Slovenian Punk Poetry

"You are so pure, so obedient,

you are so pliable, so willing.

Leave the iron alone, rather touch me.

Iron can kill, my body is warm."

(Gregor Tomc: "Girl, Don't Die Yet.")

Today these people are grouped differently, but their contempt is still the same, because they have to be so 'damn normal'. Because it's worth it, because it always has been. Even if no one can say what normal is anymore. But we still know exactly what abnormal is. And we try to stay out, fenced in by political correctness and the flags of progress that decapitate us – our empty heads. Formerly to the rhythm of marches, today in the silent despair of consumption. Positive thinking was and is the basic dogma of the glittering society of progress, which quickly spits on everything that is weak.

Punk, our punk, allowed weakness and transformed it into poetry. It was the poetry of children who came from the future to drink to their own end.