{"id":139,"date":"2020-06-11T14:44:47","date_gmt":"2020-06-11T14:44:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/aliserik.com\/?p=139"},"modified":"2020-12-09T14:30:29","modified_gmt":"2020-12-09T12:30:29","slug":"gedichten-van-ali-serik-zijn-vertaald-in-het-engels","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/aliserik.com\/?p=139","title":{"rendered":"Gedichten van Ali \u015eerik zijn vertaald in het Engels"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

English translation by Paul Mercken<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

THE VOICE THAT GIVES BIRTH<\/strong> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

THE MAN WHO IS COMFORTING HIS LEG<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the middle of the marketplace a man hits
with a stone his upper leg. Passengers gather
around him, to see how his jeans
split and the skin bursts open. A thin jet of blood
runs into the cobblestones, next they see how
the muscles are torn. The man goes on hitting,
the stone now minces his bone. Speechless, fascinated ever more mortals keep on looking.
The man sits down, to stand is no more possible.
He goes on hitting with the stone which now is completely blood stained. An animal lust arises by this stone, deep into the flesh of the onlookers,
at the sight of a lapidation or when someone
is hung from a crane. Laughing and
gnashing-biting from the pain, the man keeps on banging the bone. An onlooker gets a hard-on,
puts his hand in his trousers and begins to masturbate.
Finally, the man pulverizes his bone. Now he hits
the last bit of flesh that is still attached, in the end
the man succeeds in separating his leg
from his body. Excited the women fondle
their breasts and vaginas, looking at the man
who takes the leg in his arms and comforts it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

FISH FLY OVER THE DAM<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The river steams to where it must
\nSeagulls are flying through the air
\nFish fly over the dam
\nDeserts float under the clouds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Silence is only present when perceived
\nif someone lets it stagger from sound.
\nSound is silence as well
\nthe silence the storm before the sound.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Finally nothing remains.
\nAsh becomes ash,
\ndust becomes dust.
\nThe frogs disappear into the bill of the heron.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Finally the mountain dies.
\nGrass sings the seamen\u2019s song.
\nIn the dawn of dryness a praying falcon.
\nA child draws on the wall of the city.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nothing remains
\nEven the sun will perish,
\nif it gets dark
\nI shall kiss you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

THE CONFUSED NEIGHBOUR<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The neighbour is a confused man. He puts his finger
\non the sore spot. Sells all his belongings,
\nto help refugees.
\nFinds himself again in the street, does not know to
\nwhere he must go. Tells everybody
\nthat he has been kidnapped by aliens.
\nHe torches himself or wants to blow himself up,
\nin dark days of unhappiness.
\nSmirches the curb with pig\u2019s blood.
\nWhen the icebox is empty runs to the shop
\neats his groceries in front of the shelves,
\nstands in front of the till without money. He thinks
\nhe will get visitors from the hereafter,
\nspeaks with the dead who come to tea.
\nWhen he wakes up at night he goes naked
\nto the neighbours, asks them whether they have one Hhavanna for him. He is not bothered by his psychoses, he says. The neighbour is a confused man.
\nTells me whether I could act a bit normal.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

English translation by Paul Mercken THE VOICE THAT GIVES BIRTH THE MAN WHO IS COMFORTING HIS LEG In the middle of the marketplace a man hits with a stone his upper leg. Passengers gather around him, to see how his jeans split and the skin bursts open. A thin jet of blood runs into the […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[9],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/aliserik.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/139"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/aliserik.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/aliserik.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/aliserik.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/aliserik.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=139"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/aliserik.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/139\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":829,"href":"https:\/\/aliserik.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/139\/revisions\/829"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/aliserik.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=139"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/aliserik.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=139"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/aliserik.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=139"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}