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18 10 2009

Cadaveres

Daily Tally

 

Greeks 

Dead:                53

Wounded:      12

Missing:             4

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Total:                 69

 

 Trojans

 Dead:                64

Wounded:        26

Missing:               2

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Total:                 92

 

Walk among the dead, count the young bodies

piled on the ground. Stinking.

 

Who has the heart for it? This is one day’s work.

Tomorrow, there’ll be more,

 

so many that it’s hard to tell one body from

another. Here are parts of what they were:

 

arms, legs, a dirty foot, someone’s helmet, a spear.

 

Arrange them carefully, hands at their sides,

military fashion. Burn the Greeks together,

 

according to the rites, watch the smoke rise

-mingling with that of the Trojan dead-

 

and drift in the air.

 

AUTHOR: Anne Simpson

POSTED BY: Charles Ryder on Le Blogué.

*Podríamos decir que de todos los poemas de Usual Devices que he publicado, este es el más interesante. No sólo el título intriga respecto a la trama, sino que incluso es totalmente bizarro y poco usual, la estructura usada en el poema, a su inicio. Los cuerpos de guerra, son la suma de todas las partes encontradas. Ser el buscador de sobrevivientes, es uno de los trabajos más arduos de la guerra, y uno que se hace de mala gana. Además, ¿de qué sirve que sean de diferentes bandos, si al final, siendo quemados en cenizas, éstas se combinan en el cielo, haciendo otra suma?

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13 10 2009

Hecuba & Priam

The Greeks have come. The Trojan Queen watches

the rumour become a line of ships, lowering

 

their sails. It begins: measured in years, each

minute marked in blood. Hekuba sees it all before

 

it happens. She’s brought up her children to honour

their family: so they will die, wrapped in shrouds,

 

one beside the other, all for glory, which is nothing

but a dead hand passed through a living body.

 

Who’ll remember any one of them? They’ll end up

the same, eventually, stretched out on a beach,

 

hacked and torn, wounds marking their chests in red:

 

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

The rowers ship their oars, jump into the water

and bring the boats to land. Hekuba closes the shutters,

 

stands with her back against them. She knows the way it goes:

war is that trick we practise on each other to see

 

who can last longest without taking a breath.

AUTHOR: Anne Simpson

POSTED BY: Charles Ryder on Le Blogué

*Bueno lectores, he aquí el 3er poema del set Uusal Devices de Anne Simpson. Dénles una leída, son bastante interesantes, y los títulos tienen mucho que ver con lo que dicen (sí, ya sé que los títulos son puros signos de ortografía, pero verán por qué). Tendrán que leerlos todos para disfrutarlos. No os caería mal un poco de cultura, eh… no se pierdan!





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8 10 2009

Menelaus & Helen

The servant girl, in a hurry to break the news gasps

as she races along the path, nearly falling on a tree root:

 

The queen has gone, sir.

 

Later, she lies in Menelau’s bed (after he talks, weeps,

lays his head in a willing lap) curled small as a comma

 

against his back, a hook that catches on something recalled:

the flicker of Helen’s skirt seen from a window, at night,

 

a man’s hand, dark against white cloth, on her hip.

.~.~.

Situated in the pause between one thing

and the next. The particulars of absence:

 

Gone, gone, gone, gone. Menelaus wakes, bitterly

gazing at a girl who is not Helen. No other woman

 

could be Helen, with her golden sheen, loose hair,

limbs like water. How could she take a lover,

 

leave? She belonged to him, paid in full (oxen and horses,

not to mention slaves) to her father. He’d been the one

to win her. Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.

Comma’s sharp point sinks into the place between words,

 

deep in that flesh; nothing moves forward without pain.

 

AUTHOR: Anne Simpson

POSTED: By Charles Ryder on Le Blogué.





Usual Devices: >

2 10 2009

Bueno Bloguérs, va iniciando Octubre (primer post de este mes por cierto), y los muertos ya se sienten. Llega una buena etapa de conciertos (Depeche Mode carajo!!!) y la siempre frágil estación de otoño. Medio semestre en la carrera… en fin, cosas de la vida. Un buen mes, espero. Pero vamos al grano, y no sigamos con mi cursilería. Nada más entré a la facultad, los demás miembros de Le Blogué me sugirieron en su momento, que publicara luego temas y cosas que tuvieran con ver con la “erudición” de mi mundo. Este post, sirve para rendir honor y complacer a eso.

Anne Simpson, tiene un interesante set de poemas que tienen que ver con La Ilíada y en definitiva, me encantó la forma en la que está escritos. Es algo muy original, en un tema generalmente hablado por hombres (sin ofender a cualquier lectora de este medio, al contrario, las queremos mucho), y que no es muy común a la hora de hacer poesía. Pues bien Usual Devices es una serie de escritos, bastante buenos, y que publicaré poco a poco, con todo el respeto de la artista (no son fáciles de conseguir en Internet, por cierto), así que a disfrutar un poco de buena lectura y dejen ya atrás el chisme y medio por favor. Conocerán datos de la hermosa historia de Homero (sí, es hermosa), y probablemente, encuentre ironía y un ingenio tremendo. Este primero, habla de la “Manzana de la Discordia” y de la pelea de las 3 diosas y su acuerdo con Paris. Esto originó la guerra. Algo interesante es el tipo de títulos que utiliza, vayan checando eso. Pero ahora, a darle… no se pierdan!

Apple Of Discord

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Aphrodite > Hera and Athena.

 

Paris is only a boy,

chossing between them. What he really wants

 

is the apple shining in his hand, but they won’t let him

keep it. Anyway, it’s all based on first impressions.

 

Hera has power and Athena’s got brains. But who sees

these things? Aphrodite has perfect legs,

 

gilded hair, and blue eyes that open and shut

just like a mortal. He considers, marks each one-

Hera 

smiled

tricked

brought

gave

desired

took

turned

decided

Aphrodite 

is all warm smiles

and small tricks

bringing her little myths

of love, she gives kisses

like petals, desiring

him, taking whatever

is needed to turn the tables

and decide the outcome

Athena 

will smile

will trick

will bring

will give

will desire

will take

will turn

will decide

-and declares Aphrodite the winner. She laughs,

disappears. The other two pause, gazing at him.

 

It begins with an apple: heaven’s usual device.

*AUTHOR: Anne Simpson