Medeea Iancu (RO): SOMETHING - GINSBERG - GOD
GINSBERG is dead. Whitman is dead.
Etc. etc.
My voice is a nuclear weapon. Don't
use that word in
Poetry! Cast down your eyes, you're a
Woman! What
Use does poetry still have in times like
These?
I'm the girl who's increased your
Hatred. (The law was an eclipse).
I chew my poetry and spit out a
Nuclear weapon. I use
Men to cleanse the
Filth. I'm sacred.
I'm the woman's
Menses. Ginsberg is dead.
Whitman is
Dead. Etc.
I chew the Lord’s Word. Ashes.
I spit.
MY LANGUAGE has become
War.
I am afraid,
You are afraid,
They are afraid,
I
Was history, not
Biography.
Power is in our
museums and we
Worship it.
I
Is political because I
was born in
Fear and
Death,
Help me to build
pride, not
Shame.
No body is
Prey:
Help me to build
pride, not
...
SOMETHING is wrong with
Me, I tell myself,
something is
Amiss
At
night when I walk down the alley, when
I
run to the tower block's entrance, when
That
group of lads with caps
Pulled
low on the forehead passes me by,
I
breathe a sigh of relief, I breathe
A
sigh of relief,
He unbuttoned my trousers, something
Was amiss, but all I could see were the tree
Leaves and his lips and his teeth, and
I felt queasy.
I
must go past
This
tower block quicker, I must go past
This
car park quicker, I must
Get
to the streetlamps, I must
Get
to the streetlamps, I must
Breathe,
I must tell myself that
All
is the same as before, all is
The
same as before, I must smile
And
it all
Goes
away.
When I went to the police they asked:
And
the nails? We'll need the
Nails
for a truth
Test.
Something was wrong with me,
How could I know what had
Happened?
Something was wrong with me,
Truth machines don't
Lie.
My eye was Circe's mighty
Eye,
here is the
Proof, I
Said.
But they turned their backs, covered their
Ears,
And
Decided:
(How's
A woman called in
Your country?)
It's not true:
he
Didn't
mean to,
He
loves you,
Perhaps
he's going through a
Rough patch,
It's not true,
You
have no proof.
Did
you drink by any chance?
Why didn't you fight him off?
Why
didn't you cry for help?
Why didn't you run away?
If
you knew him, he wasn't a stranger, he was your
Mate.
Nothing happened to you,
Nothing, nothing, nothing.
If anyone asks,
Say this.
No one needs to
Know.
I
must go past
This
tower block quicker, I must go past
This
car park quicker, I must
Get
to the streetlamps, I must
Get
to the streetlamps, I must
Breathe,
I must tell myself that
All
is the same as before, all is
The
same as before, I must smile
And
it all
Goes
away.
My relationship with
The authorities
Boiled down to this:
There's
nothing,
There's
nothing
We
can
Do,
You
are to
Blame.
And at night when I walk down the alley,
I
hear your name,
Freedom,
When that group of lads
Passes me by
I
hear your name,
Freedom,
When
Blood covers my
Legs
I
whisper
Freedom.
...
Translated by: Daniela Hendea and Leonard Ciocan
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