AUDIO OF THE DAY: Robert Ankers HOMESICK FOR THE DARK (trans. Paul Vincent) bit.ly/ZEA9kK HOMESICK FOR THE DARK The dark stumbled on words and then pushed me down it was my friend after all now turning against me I had an intention I wished to move upwards for mother a basket of rags that was dreaming I knew it well from mending worn trousers the dark stumbled on words and began on a story it was not only homeless and headless figures that under its fur – the smudgers! not whispering but listening breathing hear them weep softly far off after straying the dark stumbled on words to me screaming to here in my outermost ear but it wanted a dawning of joy when I clotted with fear: I am here rampant with life and with captive power never closer than now to the dark my friend. © Translation: 2006, Paul Vincent
Posted on: Mon, 03 Nov 2014 11:00:46 +0000
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