HERDSMAN Ah me!
I stand upon the perilous edge of speech.
OEDIPUS And I of hearing, but I still must hear.
Oedipus Rex Sophocles
Showing posts with label Galego poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Galego poetry. Show all posts
Tuesday, 28 January 2014
Todo é silencio
Sunday, 1 July 2012
Moment of possibility
Sometimes in poems a+b=z.
That moment of transition is something that I hunt out.
Here is an example from Peter Bennet that I return to from the end of his poem the Doll (The Glass Swarm 2008):
...And later, when my light stays on
night after night as I grow fatter
and try to feed its canvas face
with doll food from a doll-sized spoon,
I'll teach it that you told me what to do.
Another from Elizabeth Rimmer from her poem Marrying a Selkie (The Eildon tree magazine 2012):
...He does not think he disapproves,
but all the same on moonless nights
he thinks of women knitting, trays
of tea and scones, with rhubarb jame
blood red on flowered saucers,
and the sound of heads, soft-thumping
into baskets, while the needles click.
And finally from Celso Emilio Ferreiro (Eiquí Será):
Quero morrer eiquí (cando me chegue
a hora da viaxe que me aguarda).
Eiquí niste silencio
de pompas arroladas,
niste vento que dorme nos piñeiros
un profondo sono de arelanzas.
I would like to die here (when I arrive
at the journey's hour that I hope for).
Here in this silence
of still doves
in this wind that sleeps in the pines
a deep dream of desire.
You can hear the full poem sung here http://celsoemilioferreiro.org/2012/01/%E2%80%9Ceiqui-sera%E2%80%9D-poema-de-celso-emilio-ferreiro-na-voz-de-m-a-gomez-naharro/
That moment of transition is something that I hunt out.
Here is an example from Peter Bennet that I return to from the end of his poem the Doll (The Glass Swarm 2008):
...And later, when my light stays on
night after night as I grow fatter
and try to feed its canvas face
with doll food from a doll-sized spoon,
I'll teach it that you told me what to do.
Another from Elizabeth Rimmer from her poem Marrying a Selkie (The Eildon tree magazine 2012):
...He does not think he disapproves,
but all the same on moonless nights
he thinks of women knitting, trays
of tea and scones, with rhubarb jame
blood red on flowered saucers,
and the sound of heads, soft-thumping
into baskets, while the needles click.
And finally from Celso Emilio Ferreiro (Eiquí Será):
Quero morrer eiquí (cando me chegue
a hora da viaxe que me aguarda).
Eiquí niste silencio
de pompas arroladas,
niste vento que dorme nos piñeiros
un profondo sono de arelanzas.
I would like to die here (when I arrive
at the journey's hour that I hope for).
Here in this silence
of still doves
in this wind that sleeps in the pines
a deep dream of desire.
You can hear the full poem sung here http://celsoemilioferreiro.org/2012/01/%E2%80%9Ceiqui-sera%E2%80%9D-poema-de-celso-emilio-ferreiro-na-voz-de-m-a-gomez-naharro/
Sunday, 19 June 2011
Chus Pato: muse as machine
an inner voice, we listen to this singular voice; we await orders, await instructions from this inner voice
but an internalized voice is made up of every written text, read by those eyes-voice, made up of all we've spoken of, of all that is not verbal (audible)
we await orders; is this how we write?
we say the poem is inspired
we listen to the inner voice (the poet's)
we await orders, instructions from this incarcerated voice, so inspired, of the poet
we thank the deity for the concordance between symbol and thing, between language and things
from Charenton translated from the Galego by Erín Moure
More on Chus Pato here http://www.shearsman.com/pages/books/authors/patoA.html at Shearsman who also sell a translation of this poem.
but an internalized voice is made up of every written text, read by those eyes-voice, made up of all we've spoken of, of all that is not verbal (audible)
we await orders; is this how we write?
we say the poem is inspired
we listen to the inner voice (the poet's)
we await orders, instructions from this incarcerated voice, so inspired, of the poet
we thank the deity for the concordance between symbol and thing, between language and things
from Charenton translated from the Galego by Erín Moure
More on Chus Pato here http://www.shearsman.com/pages/books/authors/patoA.html at Shearsman who also sell a translation of this poem.
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