SJ Fowler

click here for a German translation with some concrete touches

HELLO. DON’T TURN AROUND. IM DEFORMED. LEAVE ME ALONE. IM THE POET TROLL IN THE CORNER.

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THANKS FOR THE MONEY QUEEN MARY. I NEED IT.

 

UH OH. I BETTER BE NICE. I SIGNED A CONTRACT SAYING I WOULDN’T BE OFFENSIVE. DON’T BE DISTRACTED. CONCENTRATE.

 

TONIGHT, LADIES & GENTLEMEN, I WILL BE USING MY PROFESSIONAL SUCCESS AS AN EXCUSE TO DO SOME OVERWRITING.

 

LETS GET READY. NERVOUS MOMENTS.

 

THE MEANING OF LIFE

IS THAT IT ENDS

FRANZ KAFKA

 

THE GREY MATTER THAT

DOES NOT CONNECT

TO THE CONSCIOUSNESS

IS WHAT PERCIEVES THE COLD.

 

AS FAR AS I CAN DISCERN

NO ONE,

SHRIVELLED OR OTHERWISE,

WILL ESCAPE

ALIVE.

 

FOAM. RABBIT

KNOWS FROM WHICH WARREN

ITS BREAD IS BUTTERED.

 

BUTTER, WITH ITS COLOUR

UNFORTUNATEY

CLOSE TO THAT OF URINE

 

CANCER

SYMBOLISED AS A CRAB

IS

AN

EQUAL

OPPORTUNITY

 

NOT PERCEPTIBLE

THE DARK MATTER

 

NOT AS FAR AS I CAN DISCERN

IS THERE

ANYTHING WRONG

WITH THE LIGHT

 

THE BEAR INSISTS

THE STONE SUFFERS

BUT WILL NOT

OFFER ITS

TRANSLATION

 

LIGHTS. THIS IS IT.

 

IT IS DIFFICULT TO WRITE A GOOD CONCRETE POEM, LET ALONE TRANSLATE IT.

 

KEEP THE SHAPE, KEEP THE SHELL

WHERE SQUARE 1

LIVES.

 

EVERY WURD. EVERY FRASE. EVERY NUWANCE. EVERY METEFERR.

 

WHAT IS IT

WHEN ITS

A PHYSICALITY?

 

SOMEONE ON THE TRAIN

SAID

PERHAPS ITS AN EQUIVALENT

 

JUDGE BY A CASE BY CASE BASIS

ON WHETHER

TO SPEAK TO EVERYONE ON TRAINS

TRUST YOUR INSTINCTS.

 

2ND TRANSLATION OF THE FILM.

 

A FISSURE THAT PULPS

THE PULSE OF THE HUMAN BRAIN

IS A SPACE

LIKE ALTSHEIMERS.

 

 

I AM

FIRST APOLOGETI

FOR LOCKING

YOU IN THE DARK

BUT IT WAS YOU

WHO FORCED ME

TOO

DOO

SOO

 

 

 

FOR MARY

WHOSE WORDS I STRANGLED

INEXTRICABLY AMONG MY OWN

DAUGHTER

 

FOAM & THE DIRTY

RABBIT

TOOTHLESS, AND DEAD

AND GRACEFUL

 

THAT I PUT THINGS

OUT OF THEIR

MISERY

IS A BURDEN

TO MY DARKER

AFTERNOONS

 

COOK

THEM THOROUGHLY

BEFORE

EATING

 

THERE ARE STRONG CELLS

AND WEAK

THOSE WHICH FAIL YOU

AND THOSE WILL

NOT

IN THIS, CELLS ARE LIKE

PEOPLE

 

THE STONE WILL STILL

NOT

GIVE UP

ITS SECRETS

NO MATTER HOW OFTEN

THE BEAR

BASHES IT UPON

ITSELF

 

A PROTO SPUN

WAS NOT A PLANET

BUT A ROCK.

A SCENT WAS NOT A ROCK

BUT A CELL.

 

THE RAYS OF THE SUN

BLEED INTO THE FOOTWEAR

OF THE FIFTH ELEMENT

PRESENTED

1 – DISEASE

2 – LOVE

3 – CIRCLES

4 – TEXT

5 ALCOHOL

 

IRON HANDS, FERRUS MANUS. THE WARLORD OF THE PAST, THE FRIEND OF THE EARTH, THE NEAREST WEAPON TO THE BLOOD. THE PRESENCE OF DEATH IS IMPLIED IN BLOOD, AND IN IRON. BUT IS THE LANGUAGE OF IRON POSSIBLE ANYMORE?

 

TURGUS. THE SKIN OF A COW. UNAWARE OF ITS OWN EXISTENCE, SO FAR AS WE KNOW, THE COW GIVES ITS VERY HIDE FOR OUR TRANSLATION. FOR HHUMANS REQUIRE LEATHER FOR CRICKET.

 

CEDARWOOD IS FLEXIBLE AND BUOYANT AND IS USED TO CLEANSE THE BLOOD OF NATIVE PEOPLES. I AM A REFERENCE, SAYS CEDARWOOD, UPON THE STAGE, AS SAM LEANS UPON THE LECTURN, MADE OF OAK.

 

ORANGE IS THE COLOUR OF PROTESTANTISM. IMPORTANT. WILLIAM OF ORANGE WAS IMPORTED INTO THE UK BECAUSE OF THE NAVAL POWER OF THE DUTCH, AND THE REFORMATIONS OF THEIR BANKING SYSTEM.

 

THE DRUG OF HISTORY IS EPIC. AS IS THE RUSH OF BLOOD WELL SLICING IRON THROUGH THE SKIN OF THE COW TO MAKE LEATHER. SO ALL IS A CIRCLE, ALL IS A DIRTY UNDERGROUND. ALL IS CIRCULAR, LIKE THE SUN. AND ALL BURNS US, EVENTUALLY.

 

THE NEEDLE THAT BOWS THE MUSCLES BEFORE IT PIERCES.

 

THE POPPY IS WORN UPON THE BREAST.

 

THE BREAST IS RED. THE MEMORY OF BLOOD.

 

THE EVIL GOD OF PLEASURE, SLAANEESH, WATCHES OVER THE PARADOX OF DEATH EMERGING FROM THE INDESCRIBABLE PLEASURE OF THE POPPY’S MILK.

 

TRUST US. THE SNIFF DISKS ARE NOT FOUL SMELLING. THEY SMELL OF YOUR CHILDHOOD. IF IT WAS GOOD. OTHERWISE YOUR ADULTHOOD.

 

THE DISC IS A WORD BORROWED

THE FIELD OF SOUND

IS PERFUMERY

 

SCENT AND SOUND ARE TRYING

BUT FAILING

TO ESCAPE.

 

BRING ME NO DISCCC.

I AM WITHOUT A SENSE OF SMELL

I LOST IT IN A

BOATING

ACCIDENT.

 

REDUCE THE SUN

MAKE IT A DISC

MAKE IT DUSK

IMPRESS THE PEOPLE

THEY NEED A LEADER

& they will find one

At the centre of the circle

 

The walker

Is the writer OF THE CITY

 

DAMN THE WALKERS

THE PACE MADE BY

A CONSORTIUM OF MINDS

A SINGLE FOOTFALL

A NOTE

NO SIR, NOTHING

IS COMING

YOUR WAY

NO RECORDING OF THE WIRES

NO NIGHTFALL

NO PLUG, NO BURNED IN

HAPPINESS

JUST MORE ROADS AND STREETS

MORE PEOPLE LOOKING

DOWN OR AWAY

OR READYING TO SUE YOU.

 

YEARN FOR THE BILINGUAL

YEARN

FOR ADDITIONAL STAFF

YOU CANNOT BE ASKED TO MOVE

BUT YOU SHOULD OFFER

I WILL NOT DENY YOU

FOR ILLUSIONARY

PERIPHERARY

 

THE LIBRARIAN COMES

TO YOU

 

ANY EAR SHALL HEAR

AS THE SLOW PASSING

SWITCHES ON

 

7 MINUTES OF LENGTH

IS LOOPED

CUT

LIKE FILM

 

LET US LISTEN TO THE CITY

 

A GOOD ROLL

AN AGREEMENT

BETWEEN PEOPLE

PRETENDING TO BE FRIENDS

 

THOUGH THE CIGARETTE

WILL SHORTEN HER LIFE

HER LIFE WILL BE SHORT

ENOUGH

ANYWAY

 

A TRAIN

TO PARIS

FOR

THOSE WHO DESERVE

A BREAK

 

THE CROWD SOUNDS

THE DOVETAILS

THE HALF NICE

THE PIANO THEY’VE INSTALLED

IN ST PANCRAS

MAKES THINGS

WORSE

 

DOES THERE COME A TIME

TO LEAVE LONDON?

IS POPULATION EXPANSION

THE GRAVEST THREAT

OF THE TRAIN STATION?

IS HAPPINESS

QUANTIFIABLE?

WELL I THINK A WAR IS KIND OF SPECIAL

IT MAINTAINS

ITS SPECIAL NOISES. OUTSIDE

THAT’S MINE

INSIDE THE TRAIN

BELONGS TO THE OTHER PEOPLE

TO THEIR CONVERSATION

 

AN URGENT NOISE IS RECOGNISED,

IT IS THE SOUND

OF PEOPLE

LAUGHING

AT ME…

 

IF A TRAIN DRIVER

HAS TO WITNESS

THREE SUICIDES

HE GETS TO RETIRE.

 

MY BROTHER DRIVES TRAINS.

 

TWO DOWN

ONE TO Go