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Tina Kozin
Slovenia, 1975
(foto Damjan Švarc)
She studied comparative literature and literary theory, she got student Prešeren's prize for her thesis. She works at Radio Slovenia for the field of culture, and book editor for edition Stopinje and rubric Proza at Literatura publishing house. Her literary reviews are published in literary magazines, daily newspapers Delo, Dnevnik and Večer - in 2007 she got Stritar's prize. She is member of editorial board of magazine Literatura. She is translating philosophical texts from German language into Slovene.
In 2010 she published her book of poetry Mož s petimi podplati (A man with five soles).
***
beli žerjav razpira krila
ne bom se premaknila
reče gora in
do vznožja poleti
v kosmih strgana
tišina
vesta
kar ni ali se ne zgodi
je brez peres
in zraščeno
le s svojimi sledmi
gora ni gola
namesto skal in redke trave
jo kosmičasto preliva perje
puhast slap otroških las
ki žerjavu belo in prisojno raste
iz oči v peruti da na njej
počasi osivi
vesta
beli žerjav razpre krila
da z njima podpira nebo
ali široko objema
zemljo ko
vzleti
pa razpre krila v nihanja
točkastega dihanja v goro
se zaraste z vsako perutnico
kljunasto usloči
vratno hrbtenico in vreteno
je zglajena trobenta
zraka in negibnega
vesta
vse tudi letenje se spočne
v bokih ne v krilih
širijo se mu v elipsi
gora
pa samo molči
***
v tej sobi je prah
prekril tišino in zazvenel
z vonjem zrelih semen
medi mu oči
v tej sobi je ženska
razgaljena zgodovina
nima njenega telesa
odeto je v veko
ta ženska ima roke
kot sence okamnelcev
naslonjene na sonce rastejo
globoko v osmukano okno
ta ženska nima kože
le trepalnice zaobljene v zrno
cvetnega prahu po vsem telesu
z njimi prestreza roki in
prečesano brezčasje prši
z dlani na konice oči
najdaljše so na hrbtu
tako odprto ga težijo
***
na vrhu hriba
vlažna pokošena
trava
prst
iztegnjen v soj
luči pod njim
mesto ali vas
(v nekaj tone
mrak)
puh megle
pod nogami
prst
na njej se stara
sled divjadi
z gosto temo izgine
vse
nagonsko govori
samo takrat si
ko te najbolj ni
jutro
spet
odpre oči
ČESKY:
***
na vršku kopce
vlhko seká
trávu
pevnina
se roztáhla do žáru
světla pod ní
a město nebo vesnice
(soumrak někam klesal)
závan mlhy
pod nohama pevniny
na ní divoké stezky
stárnou
mizí s hustou temnotou
vše instinktivně říká
existuješ jen
když nejvíce nejsi
ráno
zas
otvírá své oči
Přeložila Irena Šťastná
***
ta prizor je temno siv
in kamnit zvonik
v ospredju horizonta osamela os
med modro morja in modro neba
na gladini plava s konico turna
se zabada v kopast zablodel oblak
ta prizor je tudi moder
in shiran starec
na obali obraz posušene oljke
olesenela zemlja je njegova
koža v morju prst na jeziku
sled besed odvrženih v tišino
še dolg objem morja
in obale čutijo samo zalite skale
***
kakšna pa je šele tale slika
se sprašuje temno toda mehko morje
bonaca že prehaja v sen na še lenem
valu se polega ob oblivano obalo kamna
ne mehča s soljo ampak s toploto sonce
vleče v razšopirjeno obzorje skorje
se je prenajedel soj rumene potopljen
v rdečo in vijolično nebo lovi zaspano
obliko nad oblakom sivo belih skal
globina torej je kot je navzoča
nežna nostalgija ki prekaša kič
ampak obe se uklonita samoti para
starih pancerjev na hrbtu proda
levega je položilo desni pa stoji
in s koncem liže rob narasle vode
***
kamniti kosi letijo
proti zemlji repi
jim žarijo
in robijo nebo
ČESKY:
kousky kamenů letí
směrem k zemi jejich ocasy
září
a brousí oblohu
Přeložila Irena Šťastná
SUOMEKSI:
Valkoinen kurki levittää siipensä
en aio siirtyä tuumaakaan
sanoo vuori ja
Kääntänyt Ville Hytönen
***
tole je čisto taka slika
kot da ne bi bila
na morju plavaš na drugo stran
zaliva včasih te zakriva
voda zgleda topla
rjava
trava te obdaja trava
valovi iz dna
raztresena
sta in plavata
kopno je oddaljeno
bolj kot se zdi z drevesi
se zarašča v vse kar je
obzorje a vidi se
bale sena
na jasno izrisani jasi so
neprodušno
stiskani obrazi
morja in vasi
posušeni in ti
plavaš
veter piha počasi
jambori so za tabo
jadra so zvita in slana
ti pa kar plavaš
in plavaš kot lena riba
čeprav si plastična
motikica
nek otrok pa ima leseni coklici
mamo solze in vse oči
na nasprotni obali
***
Je dih življenja in potop.
Kajetan Kovič.
ko Katja spi
sanjajo tudi vulkani
utripa le ekran
prostora in zastrta
vrata so priprta
ko Katja govori
se izgubijo vsi
pomeni ti in melodija
je kar pleteta dva črna
nohta ampak vrata so zaprta
ko Katja posluša
besede nežno kruši v sliki
je odmaknjena samota
terja vedno dva
in vrata so odprta
ko Katje ni
niti v sobi
ki se sonči v topli luni
so vrata odstrta
in veter v prahu migeta
NEDERLANDSE:
als Katja slaapt
dromen vulkanen ook
alleen het scherm flikkert
in de kamer en achter zijn gordijn
staat de deur op een kier
als Katja praat
gaat elke betekenis verloren
jij en het melodietje
wat blijft is gebreid door twee zwarte
vingernagels maar de deur is dicht
als Katja luistert
beitelt ze zacht stukjes uit de woorden in het beeld
ergens is een verre eenzamheid
die altijd vraagt om twee
en de deur is open
als Katja er niet is
zelfs in de kamer niet
die zich ligt te zonnen in de warme maan
wordt de deur opengetrokken
en de wind rolt rap door het stof
Vertaald door Willem van Toorn
Translations by Špela Drnovšek Zorko:
***
the [a] white crane is spreading its wings
I will not move [move myself]
says the mountain and
to the foot [foot of the mountain] flies
torn [ripped] into shreds [flakes]
silence
you (two) know [they (two) know]
what is not or does not occur [happen]
is without feathers
and grown together [fused]
only with its own tracks [trails, footprints]
the mountain isn't bare [nude]
instead of rocks and sparse [rare] grass
flaked feathers flow over it
a downy [fuzzy] fall [waterfall, flow] of children's hair
which grows white and sloping [as on slope of mountain] on the crane
from the eyes to the wings so that on it
it slowly greys [goes grey]
you (two) know [they (two) know]
the white crane spreads its wings
so that with them it supports the sky [to support the sky]
or widely [broadly, vastly, hugely] embraces
the earth as it
takes off [flies off]
[and] it spreads the [its] wings into a swinging [swaying]
of the staccato [dotted] breathing into the mountain
it grows with each [every] wing
it arches [hunches] beak-like
its spinal column and the vertebra [spindle]
is a smoothed [polished] trumpet
of air and unmoving
you (two) know [they (two) know]
everything [all things] even flying is [are] conceived [begot]
in the hips not the wings
they widen in its [the crane's] ellipses
the mountain [while the mountain]
is only silent
***
in this room the dust
covered [smothered, concealed] the silence and rang out
with the smell of ripe seeds
it honeys his eyes
in this room there is a woman
bared history
does not have her body
it is wrapped in the ages [centuries; also, eyelid]
this woman has hands
like shadows of the turned to stone [the petrified]
leaning on the sun they grow
deep into the scraped [sheared, picked bare] window
this woman has no skin
only eyelashes curved [rounded] into a grain [seed]
of flower pollen on [across] the entire body
with them she intercepts [catches] the [her] hands [arms] and
the combed-over [ransacked] timelessness sprinkles [rains finely]
from the palm to the tips of the eyes
they are the longest on the back [back: body part]
so openly they weigh it down
***
on top of the [a] hill
damp cut
grass
finger [also earth, dirt]
stretched out into the glow [flare]
of light under it
a [the] city or village
(twilight is sinking into
something)
a puff of fog
underneath the feet
earth [dirt, finger]
on [in] it the wildlife tracks [trails]
are ageing
with the thick darkness disappears
everything [all]
it [she, he] instinctively says [tells itself/herself/himself]
you are [exist] only [only then]
when you are most not
[the] morning
again
opens its eyes
***
this scene [sight] is dark grey
and a stone belfry [bell tower]
in front [front part] of the horizon a solitary axis [axle]
between the blue of the sea and the blue of the sky
swims [floats] on the tip of the tower
[it] stabs at the lost puffy [cumulus] cloud [puffy [cumulus] cloud gone astray]
this scene [sight] is also blue
and an emaciated old man
on the shore the face of a dry [dried] olive tree
the wooden [lignified] earth is his
skin in the sea [a, the] finger [earth, dirt] on the tongue
the [a] trail of words thrown into [shed into] the silence
then [and furthermore; also] the long embrace of the sea
and the shores feel only the flooded [submerged] rocks
***
and then what is this picture [painting, image] like
asks itself the dark but soft sea
the calm sea [calm surface] is already passing over into sleep [dream] on the still lazy
wave it lies itself down [situates itself] by the rinsed shore the stone
is not softened by the salt but by warmth the sun
pulls [stretches] into an upright [bristled] horizon crust
it ate too much of the glow of the yellow sunk
into red and the purple sky chases [hunts] the sleepy
shape above the cloud of white grey rocks [cliffs]
depth therefore is as it is present
gentle [mild] nostalgia that surpasses kitsch
but both are brought to heel by [bow down before] the solitariness [solitude] of a pair
of old ski boots on the back of the [river gravel]
the left has been lain down while the right remains standing
and with its tip [end] licks the edge of the risen water
***
stone pieces [fragments] fly
toward the earth their tails
are glowing
and edge [serge] the sky
***
this is just the kind [sort] of picture [painting, image]
as if it were not [did not exist]
in the sea [on the seaside] you swim to the other side
of the bay sometimes you are hidden [hidden by]
the water it looks warm
brown
grass surrounds [encloses] you grass
waves from the bottom [deep]
absent-minded [shaken]
you (two) [they (two)] are and you (two) [they (two)] swim
the land is distant [far off]
more than it seems with the trees
it grows into everything that is
the horizon but you can see ['it can be seen']
bales of hay
on the clearly sketched [defined, delineated] clearing [meadow] there are
sealed [airtight]
squeezed [pressed] faces
of the sea and the village
dry [dried out] and you [you: sing.]
swim
the wind blows slowly
the masts are behind you
the sails are rolled and salty
and you just go on swimming [while you just swim; and you just swim]
and you swim like a lazy fish
although you are a plastic
hoe [diminutive – small hoe]
and some [a] child has wooden clogs [small clogs]
a mother tears and all [its?] eyes
on the opposite shore
***
It is the breath of life and the flood.
Kajetan Kovič.
when Katja sleeps
volcanoes also dream
flashing [throbbing, pulsing] is only the screen
of the room and the curtained
door is cracked open [slightly open]
when Katja speaks
all meanings are lost
you and the melody [tune]
there is what is woven [knitted] by two black
fingernails but the door is shut
when Katja listens
she gently chips away at the words in the picture [painting, image]
it is [there is] a removed [distant] solitude
it always demands [demands a cost from] two
and the door is open
when Katja is not there
not even in the room
which is sunning itself by the warm moon
the door is drawn back
and the wind glimmers [pulses, moves rapidly] in the dust
Literary association IA
The 8th Golden Boat Poetry Translation Workshop 2010
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PROGRAMME
Sunday, 12th September
19:00 – Welcome dinner
Monday, 13th September
9:30 – Working session
13:00 – Lunch
19:00 – Dinner
Tuesday, 14th September
9:30 – Working session
13:00 – Lunch
14:30 – Excursion (Škocjan caves)
19:00 – Dinner
Wednesday, 15th September
9:30 – Working session
13:00 – Lunch
15:00 – Walking excursion
19:00 – Dinner
Thursday, 16th September
9:30 – Working session
13:00 – Lunch
18:30 – Dinner
20:00 – The Golden Boat Reading in Škocjan
Friday, 17th September
9:30 – Working session
12:30 – Lunch
14:00 – Departure for Ljubljana
19:00 – The Golden Boat Reading at the Ivan Cankar Cultural Center in Ljubljana
Saturday, 18th September
9:30 – Session on translating poetry
13:00 – Lunch
15:00 – Excursion to Tomaj
20:00 – Dinner
Sunday, 19th September
Departure after breakfast