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V SLOVENŠČINI:

danes je ravno ta moment

vprašala si me,
zakaj ne maram pisati ljubezenskih pesmi.

nič kaj pametnega ti nisem odgovoril,
le stopil sem vase
& razmišljal,
kako sediva sredi mesta,
ljudje hodijo sem
& tja,
pijeva vsak svojo drugo kavo z mlekom.

vsake toliko mi kaj rečeš,
jaz iz svojega drugega obraza
(da ne bi izpadel nevljuden)
odgovarjam,
v sebi pa gorim od ugotovljenega;
jaz - rjavi zajec - ti - bel oblak.

gledam v nebo,
oblakov je na tisoče,
deset tisoče,
po polju pa raste trava,
grmovje
& moje turbo utripajoče srce se podi v rože,
jih trga,
žveči,
žre,
slabo mu je že od vse te lepote.

na nebu še vedno mnogi,
mnogi oblaki.

meni je ostala le majhna zajčja šapa -
obesek za ključe.

božam se s tačico po licih -
nobenega ključa nimam več
za svojo
majhno
zajčjo
pamet.

kar nekaj koncev & komaj ena tretjina začetka

bila si zavita v cigaretni dim,
podobna ličinki,
ki se nikakor ne želi izvaliti
& z barvo mladih kril pobegniti iz sebe.

rahlo kurbirski jazz je igral v ozadju
& spremljal najine poglede.
precej noro so švigale oči,
nikakor nama takrat ni bilo dovolj gledanja.

pregledala sva praktično vse;
slike na stenah,
polne
& prazne pepelnike.
seštevala
& odštevala sva ogorke.
listala stare revije o opremljanju stanovanj.

opazovala tiste,
ki so izstopali
& tiste,
ki so vstopali skozi velika steklena vrata.

& pregledovala sva svoje besede.
prav zares natančno sva jih izbirala.
zraven naju je sramežljivo spremljal
rahlo kurbirski jazz.

zunaj,
za steklenimi vrati je vse padalo -
od listja,
odvečnih glagolov,
sestreljenih golobov
do preluknjanih jader,
napačno seštetih želja
& namagnetenih dotikov.

vse je padalo,
vse
& midva sva sedela pri miru,
se vsake toliko spogledala,
na robu večera preštevala še sebe
& odštevala zapoznele korake,
raztrgane čipke,
mrzle dlani,
trepet.

& na koncu konca je prišel natakar,
nama dal račun.
ti si plačala,
jaz sem ti pomagal obleči plašč
& ti odprl velika steklena vrata.

odšla si ven,
jaz pa sem se spotaknil ob nametano listje,
odvečne glagole,
sestreljene golobe,
preluknjana jadra,
napačno seštete želje,
namagnetene dotike
& padel v kanalizacijo.

klical sem te,
kako glasno sem te klical ...

bila si že daleč -
iskala si naslednji bar
z rahlo kurbirskim
jazzom.

žretje

Ko stojiš na koncu hodnika,
sam,
s strahom vstopiti nazaj v sobo številka deset,
ko stojiš na hodniku,
sam,
z veliko kroglo pritiska na sencih,
ko stojiš na koncu hodnika,
sam,
s tresavico v rokah,
ko stojiš na koncu hodnika,
sam,
z zahajajočim soncem v očeh,
ko stojiš na koncu hodnika,
sam,
na ustnicah sprejeta diagnoza,
ko stojiš na koncu hodnika,
sam,
rezultat ne da več kot dva meseca,
ko stojiš na koncu hodnika,
sam,
& skrivaš prve solze,
trepetaš izoliran med belim kvadratom neznancev
& vpet med spomine preteklosti
& preteklosti osebe v sobi številka deset,
ki spi,
lyrica,
lyrica,
75 mg,
spi,
sklepi omehčani,
veke s težo črnega helikopterja,
trepetaš izoliran med prozornimi besedami vse bo še v redu
& oteženim dihanjem osebe v sobi številka deset,
sam,
sama sta,
vse okrog pa polno težkih korakov
& histerije
& sterilnega vonja
& lateks rokavic,
lyrica,
lyrica,
75 mg,
0 zavesti,
ti sam z osebo v sobi številka deset,
na hodniku polno brez veznega besedičenja,
polnilo bolečine,
v sobi številka deset pa le ti
& oseba iz sobe številka deset,
konec korakov,
v sobi številka deset,
konec besed,
v sobi številka deset,
evtanazija bližine,
iz sobe številka deset,
ko ne moreš več zdržati,
ker je ne prepoznaš,
osebe v sobi številka deset,
nekoč mati
& ti na koncu hodnika sin,
nekoč,
sam si zdaj,
sam zapreš za sabo vrata prazne sobe številka deset.

Netopirjevo mleko

prerivanje se ne ustavlja
v zakoračeno gnitje smo zašli
ni svetlobe

kapljanje
lorcapasoliniginsberg
kapljanje

stresemo opilke z lic
votlimo jabolka
TNT
vsi oblaki zbrani na zahodu

pijavke osedlane
mantramo kapljanje

super pesem
lorcapasoliniginsberg
izstreljuje torpeda

guernica rahlja
pearl harbor kopni
srebrenica razcveta

lorcapasoliniginsberg
piše manifest za prestreljene

kapljanje

kapljanje
privežeš se na raketoplan
preprečiš pok vesolja

galaksija ječi pod težo starih planetov
tisoče hitlerjev
bobni

svetost ihte

druga polovica trza

vsi uspeli poskusi zbrani v škatli pod posteljo
odpiram se
pod reko ihtim
majhna lakota te spremlja po mestu
opomni te ko zmagaš
majhna lakota zaščemi
zastoj srca se meri v letih
nikoli nisem pretekel puščav
nikoli nisem popil neba
luščim kolobarje iz spodnjega telesa
odpiram se
postelja
praznost
belina seka z rdečo težo
tehniki v zelenih haljah
rdeče skandiranje
hrošči letijo skozi tapison
zgornje telo vstane
se razpre
lestenec meče zrkla
raz-um
labodi plavajo
majhna lakota pripeta na močna krila
vedno si predzadnji
enojec brez krmarja
brez smeri
lakota te majhni

konvoj ustavljen

zaposleni se strinjajo popravili bomo napake zaposleni se strinjajo razporedili bomo
bonbone po velikosti od najmanjšega do največjega zaposleni se strinjajo posledica
nevednosti para kite zaposleni se strinjajo preciznost viša kotacijo zaposleni se strinjajo jeklenke potrebno pregledati ponovno polnjenje zaposleni se strinjajo vkopati se moramo varnost vdanost domovina zaposleni se strinjajo drobovja se ne meče stran črevesje dobro nosi tovor zaposleni se strinjajo poslušanje poezije škodi eksplozivnemu ritmu zastavljen cilj ogrožen zaposleni se strinjajo popolnoma jasno gre pri tej izpostavljeni situaciji za prekoračitev pooblastil zaposleni se strinjajo izumetničenost posameznika v službi in še zlasti izven nje kjer koli kadar koli zasluti šibek člen zaposleni se strinjajo moč je v ključnem momentu zaposleni se strinjajo delete je povsem logičen diskurz

izganjanje stopinje

bojim se
srna
praprot šiva zavese po poti
kje sem
srna išče sol
mene vrti obrobljena koža
lizal bi trepet
krotil pokanje žil
vznemirjenost hrešči
obraz te odpira v jasnino
ne razumem
govoriš jezik trzanja
kako ti uspe lomiti kamenje
srna
ližem sol s kože
ližem strah iz maternice
ližem povoje z rok
ližem tebe s tebe
bojim se
vznemirjenost
prosim
odpelji me do vrat
prosim
raznesi me
čez rob

ENGLISH:

TODAY JUST HAPPENS TO BE SUCH A DAY

You asked me
why I don't like writing love poems
I had no smart answer
I went inside myself
and thought about
how we are sitting in the city centre
and people are walking on by
and we are drinking our second latte
and now and then you say something
and I answer with my other face
(not to be impolite)
but inside I burn with the knowledge
of seeing myself as a small brown rabbit
and you as a white cloud.
I look at the sky
and there are thousands of clouds,
tens of thousands,
and in the fields there are grasses
and bushes
and my turbo engine beating rabbit heart runs into the flowers
plucking them
chewing them
gorging on them,
it is sick with all this beauty,
while in the sky there are still many,
many clouds,
I am left only with a tiny rabbit paw
a key pendant
to caress my cheeks with,
I have no key to unlock my small rabbit brain.

Translated by Veronika Dintinjana (2011)

MORE THAN A DOZEN ENDINGS AND ONLY ONE THIRD OF A BEGINNING

Enveloped in cigarette smoke
you resembled a butterfly larva
that refuses to metamorphose
and with its colourful wings escape itself.
A slightly slutty jazz played in the background,
as we were watching,
the eyes moved like mad,
we couldn't get enough of looking
we examined everything
pictures on walls
full and empty ash trays in the bar
we summed up all the extinct cigarettes
and flipped through old interior design magazines
watched those who entered through the big glass door
and those who left
and we carefully watched our words
we picked them with such precision
and all this time the slightly slutty jazz played in the background,
outside
behind the glass windows
everything was falling
from leaves
to redundant verbs
and shot down pigeons
to ripped sails
erroneously summed up desires
and electrified touches
all was falling down
all
and we sat still
and from time to time looked at each other
and ended by adding up ourselves to the equation
subtracting belated steps
ruffled lace
cold hands
the trembling
and at the end of it all came the waiter
and handed us the bill
you paid
and I helped you with your coat
and opened the big glass door for you
you stepped out
but I tripped over
the redundant verbs
shutdown pigeons
ripped sails
miscalculated desires
and electrified touches
and fell into the sewer.
I called for you,
how loudly I called for you,
but you were already far away,
looking for another bar with slightly slutty jazz.

Translated by Veronika Dintinjana (2011)

EATEN AWAY

As you stand at the end of the hallway
alone
fearing to enter the room No. 10
as you stand in the hallway
alone
a giant sphere pressing down your temples
as you stand at the end of the hallway
alone
with tremor in both hands
as you stand at the end of the hallway
alone
sun setting behind your eyes
as you stand at the end of the hallway
alone
the acknowledged diagnosis on the lips
as you stand at the end of the hallway
alone
it adds up to no more than two months
as you stand at the end of the hallway
alone
hiding tears, trembling
isolated in a white square of strangers
bound by memories of your past
and the past of the person in the room No. 10
sleeping
Lyrica
Lyrica
75mg
asleep
joints lax
eyelids with a weight of a black helicopter
trembling, separated from a see-through »it will be all right«
and dyspnoea of the person in the room No. 10
alone
surrounded by heavy steps
hysteria
smell of disinfectants
and latex gloves
Lyrica
Lyrica
75mg
zero consciousness
You and the person in the room No. 10
a load of meaningless chatter,
with a filling of pain, in the hallway,
in the room just you and the person
from the room No. 10
no more steps
no more closeness
euthanasia of touches
you can no longer take it
you no longer recognize her
the person from the room No. 10
once your mother
and you at end of the hallway
once a son.
Now you are alone.
You close the door of the empty room No. 10 behind you.

Translated by Veronika Dintinjana (2011)

BAT MILK

the jostling never stops
we are knee deep in putrefaction
there is no light
trickling
lorcapasoliniginsberg
trickling
we brush filings off our cheeks
we hollow out apples
TNT
all clouds gathered at the western front
leeches saddled up
we chant trickling
super poem
lorcapasoliniginsberg
is launching its torpedoes
Guernica softens
Pearl Harbour glistens
Srebrenica blooms
lorcapasoliniginsberg
write a manifesto for the bullet ridden
trickling
trickling
you tie yourself to the space shuttle
and stop the universe
from exploding
the galaxy groans under the weight of old planets
a thousand Hitlers
resounding
in the sanctified rage

Translated by Veronika Dintinjana (2011)

THE SECOND HALF OF SPASM

all successful attempts gathered in a box under the bed
I am opening up
I sob beneath the river
a small hunger accompanies my walk about town
it reminds you when you win
the small hunger
tickles
a heart arrest is measured in years
I've never run across the desert
I've never drunk the sky
I peel rings off my lower body
I am opening up
bed
emptiness
whiteness punches with its red weight
orderlies in their green scrubs
red steps
their trail
bugs flee through the carpet
the upper body rises
unfolds
the chandelier throws eyeballs
re-a-son
the swans swim
small hunger clipped to strong wings
you are always one before last
single scull with no skipper
no direction
the hunger makes you small

Translated by Veronika Dintinjana (2011)

THE CONVOY STOPPED

the employees agree we will fix the errors the employees agree we will arrange the candy according to
its size from the smallest to the largest the employees agree the consequence of ignorance tearing of
tendons the employees agree precision adds to value the employees agree the gas tanks need to be
checked refilled the employees agree we need to dig ourselves in security loyalty homeland the
employees agree entrails should not be wasted guts are good for carrying loads the employees agree
listening to poetry is bad for the explosive tempo the set goals are endangered the employees agree it is
completely clear that in this delicate situation we are dealing with overstepping of authority the deficit
the employees agree the artificiality of the individual within work environment and even beyond it
anywhere everywhere the weak link the employees agree the power is in knowing the right moment the
employees agree
delete is a completely logical discourse

Translated by Veronika Dintinjana (2011)

LOOSING TRACK

I am afraid
doe
the ferns close the curtain of the path
where
am I
the deer is looking for salt
my worn out skin is spinning me round
I would lick the trembling
domesticate the bursting vessels
the excitement that blares
the face unlocks the clarity in you
I don't understand
as you speak
the tongue
the twitching
how you can break the stone barriers
doe
licking salt from your skin
licking fear
from you womb
licking dressings from your hands
licking you off you
afraid
exultation
please
take me to the door
please
carry me over
the edge

Translated by: Veronika Dintinjana

The 10th Golden Boat Poetry Translation Workshop 2012

Bogdan Macarol: Kosovel postaja svetovni pesnik (Primorske novice, 1. 9. 2012)

The 10th International Golden Boat Translation Workshop 2012

This year's traditional The 10th Golden Boat International Poetry Translation Workshop 2012 will be held from 26th August to 2nd September at Škocjan in the Karst and Ljubljana. This year's guests come from 10 countries: Darija Žilić (Croatia), Will Root (USA), Emilio Coco (Italy), Takako Arai (Japan), Paddy Bushe (Ireland), Martin Warmuz (Poland), Tatjana Jamnik, Gašper Torkar, Gašper Malej, Dejan Koban, Lenka and Matej Kranjc (all Slovenia), Jan Gavura, Miroslava Gavurová (Slovakia), and Henning H. Bergsvig (Norway).
The workshop will be led by Iztok Osojnik. Like every year, in addition to mutual translation, the workshop shall be dedicated to the conservation of live contacts in the Western European, Central European and Slavic triangle, linking small and large European and world literatures in the East and West, co-organizing festivals, symposia, meetings, workshops, dissemination of a modern literary hub in Škocjan and international recognition of poetry in the originals and translations in Slovenia and abroad. Following the successful implementation of Kosovel in the UK and the USA this year, followed by a new monograph of Kosovel in Polish language (KUD Police Dubová and Instytut Mikołowski) and international recognition of Slovenian new wave classics (Gregor Strniša, Jure Detela). Participants of the Golden Boat shall present their work at two literary readings: 30th August, 20:00, in Škocjan in the Karst and 31th August, 19:00 in Trubar's House of Literature in Ljubljana, and on website www.ia-zlaticoln.org. All programs are public. No entrance fee.

The Golden Boat Workshop is organized by the Literary Association of IA in collaboration with Cultural-Artistic Association of Polica Dubova, Tourist Association Škocjan, Cultural Association Vilenica, Monitor ZSA, KUD France Prešeren, Regional Community Alps-Adriatic and journals / publishing houses Društvo Apokalipsa and Monitor.

The workshop is supported by Slovenian Book Agency, Krka, d. d., Škocjan Caves Park, Meiji University (Japan), FILI (Finland), Pri Vncku Inn,  Pulse / Cuisle Festival Limerick (Ireland), SKD Sežana, Trubar House of Literature, Okarina, d. o. o., Triglav-Rysy Association (Poland), Sampark Publishing House (New Delhi-London).

PROGRAMME

Sunday, 26th August - arrivals
19:00 – Welcome dinner

Monday, 27th August
9:30 – Working session
13:00 – Lunch
19:00 – Dinner

Tuesday, 28th August
9:30 – Working session
13:00 – Lunch
14:30 – Excursion (Škocjan Caves)
19:00 – Dinner

Wednesday, 29th  August
9:30 – Working session
13:00 – Lunch
15:00 – Walking excursion
19:00 – Dinner

Thursday, 30th August
9:30 – Working session
13:00 – Lunch
18:30 – Dinner
20:00 – The Golden Boat reading Škocjan

Friday, 31st August
9:30 – Working session
12:30 – Lunch
14:00 – Departure for Ljubljana
19:30 – The Golden Boat Reading at the
 Trubarjeva hiša literature (Trubar’s House of Literature) in Ljubljana

Saturday, 1st September
9:30 – Session on translating poetry
13:00 – Lunch
15:00 – Excursion to Tomaj
20:00 – Farewell Dinner

Sunday, 2th September
Departure after breakfast