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Älskar poesi speciellt Adrienne Rich och W.B Yeats texter. "North American Time": I When my dreams showed signs of becoming politically correct no unruly images escaping beyond borders when walking in the street I found my themes cut out for me knew what I would not report for fear of enemies’ usage then I began to wonder II Everything we write will be used against us or against those we love. These are the terms, take them or leave them. Poetry never stood a chance of standing outside history. One line typed twenty years ago can be blazed on a wall in spraypaint glorify art as detachment or torture of those we did not love but also did not want to kill We move but our words stand become responsible and this is verbal privilege III Try sitting at a typewriter one calm summer evening at a table by a window in the country, try pretending your time does not exist that you are simply you that the imagination simply strays like a great moth, unintentional try telling yourself you are not accountable to the life of your tribe the breath of your planet IV It doesn’t matter what you think. Words are found responsible all you can do is choose them or choose to remain silent. Or, you never had a choice, which is why the words that do stand are responsible and this is verbal privilege V Suppose you want to write of a woman braiding another woman’s hair– staightdown, or with beads and shells in three-strand plaits or corn-rows– you had better know the thickness the length the pattern why she decides to braid her hair how it is done to her what country it happens in what else happens in that country You have to know these things VI Poet, sister: words– whether we like it or not– stand in a time of their own. no use protesting I wrote that before Kollontai was exiled Rosa Luxembourg, Malcolm, Anna Mae Aquash, murdered, before Treblinka, Birkenau, Hiroshima, before Sharpeville, Biafra, Bangla Desh, Boston, Atlanta, Soweto, Beirut, Assam –those faces, names of places sheared from the almanac of North American time VII I am thinking this in a country where words are stolen out of mouths as bread is stolen out of mouths where poets don’t go to jail for being poets, but for being dark-skinned, female, poor. I am writing this in a time when anything we write can be used against those we love where the context is never given though we try to explain, over and over For the sake of poetry at least I need to know these things VIII Sometimes, gliding at night in a plane over New York City I have felt like some messenger called to enter, called to engage this field of light and darkness. A grandiose idea, born of flying. But underneath the grandiose idea is the thought that what I must engage after the plane has rage onto the tarmac after climbing my old stair, sitting down at my old window is meant to break my heart and reduce me to silence. IX In North America time stumbles on without moving, only releasing a certain North American pain. Julia de Burgos wrote: That my grandfather was a slave is my grief; had he been a master that would have been my shame. A poet’s words, hung over a door in North America, in the year nineteen-eighty-three. The almost-full moon rises timeless speaking of change out of the Bronx, the Harlem River the drowned towns of the Quabbin the pilfered burial mounds the toxic swamps, the testing-grounds and I start to speak again. Adrienne Rich poem from " Your Native Land, Your life Poems (1986) O CLOUD-PALE eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes The poets labouring all their days To build a perfect beauty in rhyme Are overthrown by a woman’s gaze And by the unlabouring brood of the skies: And therefore my heart will bow, when dew Is dropping sleep, until God burn time, Before the unlabouring stars and you. W.B. Yeats (1865–1939). The Wind Among the Reeds. 1899. Blev medlem april 2012 Har skrivit 696 kommentarer. Har fått 2 620 applåder. BokmärkenOmden stora cirkeln jag lovar att titta under din säng Magnolia En andra chans Se alla |