Poem
Øyvind Rimbereid
SOLARIS CORRECTED
Wat vuld aye become
if you kuld kreip from
dein vorld to uss?
SHAMEFUL, aye think ven
you kommen vid yor imago
ovfr our tiim, tecn., airlife,
all yor apocalyptsen
terror-
mare. OR yor beauty draumen!
NAY we are. NAY yor ideo! DER
aye live, in 14.6, wi work
onli vid our nanofingeren
dei are our total novledg, we work
so litl, 30 minuten a day. Aye look at
meiner fingren, part af organic 14.6
but veik dei are as seagrass . . .
SO kuld aye beg yor vorld
beginning, starten uss
up again? Kuld it!
SHAMEFUL aye are. SO
Wat
vuld you become
if we kuld kreip from
uss to you?
(. . .)
BUT ven meiner simpl robots
work on pipe-
systm undr sea, ofts at night
undr moon clear: DEI are total free!
CAN robots be free?
YES, they can.
VEN dei repairat ein problem deep in sludge haf,
nearly ein impossibl problem,
and aye kontrollen dei back to quay
and aye seer dei, square and sludged up af seaen
rising.
THEN dei lucki are!
ONLI, dei know it not . . .
Dei know not wat dei haf in vorlden done,
’cos all intern onli in dei are.
But aye know
AND deirs secret luck shyns in me!
(. . .)
SOMTIIMS ven aye nay sleepdraumen kan
aye draumen ein simpl, silly draum.
SO it is: AYE imago mein self
living inside ein astroide
vid hundred odder humans,
travelling away from Systm Sol,
nay more moons
FOR all tiim
onli travelling out.
VULD the lonliness
in uss den disappear?
NAY point to reach out to,
nay point to go back to.
NAY longing anymore.
AS gods vuld we den live,
the draumening af all
crying ovfr nay.
/
KOMMEN you vid me?
(. . .)
KAN remember:
THAT someone carried me ovfr shoulder,
perhaps father
halft asleep, halft awake
bore me thru tall, swaiing grass
early morning wide white light
and mein arms hung down,
so noticeably heavy
as if grass tugged at dem,
electric
lunged at me, as if all grass would down
me take, have me, steal me
so heavy, so heavy aye was
and aye kuld trust the grass
as aye kuld trust the shoulder
as aye kuld trust all heaviness
and ein old, yellow house stood there up ahead
between trees, a house
vid the warm milk in a glass for me.
(. . .)
Tomorrow, aye think,
go to mother’s earth place,
to mother in the well af soil,
in the soilwell af soilwell.
(. . .)
FISH svummen in taite schools.
DEI svummen vidout anyone
to leda dei.
AND despyt, so logical
dei svummen, ovfr all the globalen seaen,
fish glistening away, vid der
speedy bodies, onli
ein singl body against odder singl body
dis simpl touch,
kan tell wer dei kollectiven must fare
for deir life possibl still kuld be.
GLISTENING in green, blue an red.
GLISTENING, ein place between seagrass
an sun.
© Translation: 2011, May-Brit Akerholt
Publisher: First published on PIW, , 2011
Publisher: First published on PIW, , 2011
SOLARIS GECORRIGEERD
WHAT sou ek wese
as jy kon kruipe fan
din werold @ uns?
BESHAMED, tenk ek, whanneer
jy cum mei dine imagos
oer unse taim, tekn., airlife,
all dine apokaliptiese
schrik-
merries. OFTE dine chillrelaxte drome!
NO wy syn. NO dine ideos! THAAR
ek live, @ 14.6, wy wurke.
onlie mei unse nanofingers,
hun syn unse totaalkennis, wy wurke
so littl, 30 mins pr dei. EK siho
@ mine fingers, part fan organies 14.6,
moar sacht, hun syn as seegrass . . .
SO kon ek frage din werold
beginne, uns oernieuw
opstarte? KON somoar!
BESHAMED ek bin. SO
what
sou jy wese
whanneer wy konde kruipe fan
uns @ di?
(. . .)
MOAR whanneer mine simple robots
wurke @ pipe-
systm undr see, vaak @ nite
undr heldre moon: HUN syn totaal free!
KENNE robots free wese?
JA, hun kenne!
WHANNEER hun hebbe repareert un probleem deep yn den slyk,
byna un impossibl probleem
ende ek gulei hun trug noar den kade
ende ek siho hun, fierkant en forslymt out den see
styge.
THAN hun luckie syn.
OONLIE, hun wete ut no . . .
HUN no wete what hun hebbe yn den werold getan,
whant all yn hun is oonlie intern.
Moar ek weet!
EN hun misterie luck yn my skynt.
(. . .)
SUMTAIMS whanneer ek nie sloapdrome ken
ek droom un simpl, sillywilly droom.
SO is die: EK imago myself
leve binne un astroide
mei hundred andre humans,
reise weg fan Systm Sun,
no meer mane.
FOR all taim
oonlie weggoan.
SAL ut eensame
yn uns dan verdwyn?
NO point fan goal,
no point fan return.
NO forlange meer.
AS gode sulle wy dan leve,
dromend oer alles
huilie-huilie oer nuffing.
/
CUM jy mei my?
(. . .)
KEN riemembere:
THAT ieman my oer den schoudr droeg,
machgescien vader
half slapie, half wakie,
droeg my doorheen hoog, golvend grass
un vroege morgun, by white light
ende mine arms honge noar benee
merkte hun so swoar
asof grass aan hun trok,
electriek
greep noar my, asof al het grass my noar
benee wilde trekke, my hebbe, my stele
so swoar, so swoar werd ek
ende ek kon vertrouwe op ut grass
soas ek vertrouwe kon op den schoudr
woarop ek mei alle kraft leune kon
en un old, geel hoes stond doar
tuske bome, un home
mei den warme melk yn glass die ek sou kry.
(. . .)
Morgun, ek tenk,
goa ek noar moeders grondplace
noar moeder yn de bron fan grond,
yn den grondbron fan den grondbron.
(. . .)
FISH swemme yn digte groepe.
HUN swemme sonder ieman
om hun te leie.
EN toch, so logical
hun swemme, oer den haile weroldsee,
fish glansend weg, mei hun
spiedie bodies, oonlie
un enkl liif tege un other enkl liif,
dese simpl touch,
ken fortelle whar hun as kollektief fare moet
so hun life machgescien forts ken wese.
GLANSEND yn green, blue en red.
GLANSEND, un place tuske seegrass
en sun.
© Vertaling: 2011, Roald van Elswijk
SOLARIS KORRIGERT
WAT vul aig bli
om du ku kreip fra
din vorld til uss?
SKEIMFULL, aig trur, ven
du kommen vid diner imago
ovfr oren tiim, tecn., airlife,
all diner apocalyptsen
skreik-
mare. OR din beauti draumen!
NE wi er. NE diner ideo! DER
aig lefr, i 14.6, wi arbeiden.
onli vid oren nanofingren,
dei er oren total novledg, wi arbeiden
so litl, 30 minutes a dag. AIG seer an
miner fingren, part af organic 14.6
men veike, dei er som seagrass . . .
SO ku aig begg din vorld
begynning, starten uss
up igen? KU det!
SKEIMFULL aig er. SO
wat
vul du bli
om wi ku kreip fra
uss til deg?
(. . .)
MEN ven miner simpl robots
arbeiden an pipe-
systm undr sea, ofts om natt
undr moon klar: DEI er total fri!
KAN robots fri vera?
JA, dei kan.
VEN dei repairat ein problem dept i slam haf,
nearli ein impossibl problem,
og aig kontrollen dei back til kai
og aig seer dei, firkanta og forslamma up af seaen
stiga.
DA dei lucki er.
ONLI, dei veit det ne . . .
DEI veit ne wat dei haf i vorlden gerat,
fordi all intern onli i dei er.
Men aig veit.
OG deirs hemlig luck i meg skinn!
(. . .)
SOMTIIMS ven aig ne svefndraumen kan
aig draumen ein simpl, silly draum.
SO er den: AIG imago meg self
lefa innside i ein astroide
vid hundre odder humans,
reisen vekk fra Systm Sol,
ne meir moons.
FOR all tiim
onli fara out.
VUL det einsamme
i uss da fersvinna?
NE point ou naa out til,
ne point ou gaa back til.
NE lengt meir.
SOM guder vul wi da lefa,
draumande om all
crying ovfr ne.
/
KOMMEN du vid meg?
(. . .)
KAN hugs:
AT nokon bar meg ovfr skuldr,
kan henda far
halft i svefn, halft vakn
bar meg gennom hoy, bolgjande grass
tidli morgning vid vitt ljus
og miner armr hengd ned,
merkat dei so tunge
som om grass trakk i dei,
electric
greip eftr meg, som om all grass vul ned
meg taka, hafa meg, stela meg
so tung, so tung aig var
og aig ku stola an grasset
som aig ku stola an skuldr
som aig ku stola an all af tyngd
og ein old, gul hus stod der fram
millom trer, ein hus
vid den varm melken i glass aig sku faa.
( . . .)
I morgen, aig trur,
gaa til mors jordplace,
til mor i brunnen af jord,
i jordbrunnen af jordbrunn.
(. . .)
FISH svummen i taite stimar.
DEI svummen vidout nokon
til ou leda dei.
OG trots det, so logical
dei svummen, ovfr heila den globalen seaen,
fish glinsande afgarde, vid siner
speedy kroppar, onli
ein enkl kropp mot odder enkl kropp,
denna simpl touch,
kan fortella wat dei kollectiven fara must
for deir life possibl forts ku vera.
GLINSANDE i green, blue og red.
GLINSANDE, ein place millom seagrass
og sol.
© 2004, Øyvind Rimbereid
From: Solaris korrigert
Publisher: Gyldendal Forlag, Oslo
From: Solaris korrigert
Publisher: Gyldendal Forlag, Oslo
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SOLARIS CORRECTED
Wat vuld aye become
if you kuld kreip from
dein vorld to uss?
SHAMEFUL, aye think ven
you kommen vid yor imago
ovfr our tiim, tecn., airlife,
all yor apocalyptsen
terror-
mare. OR yor beauty draumen!
NAY we are. NAY yor ideo! DER
aye live, in 14.6, wi work
onli vid our nanofingeren
dei are our total novledg, we work
so litl, 30 minuten a day. Aye look at
meiner fingren, part af organic 14.6
but veik dei are as seagrass . . .
SO kuld aye beg yor vorld
beginning, starten uss
up again? Kuld it!
SHAMEFUL aye are. SO
Wat
vuld you become
if we kuld kreip from
uss to you?
(. . .)
BUT ven meiner simpl robots
work on pipe-
systm undr sea, ofts at night
undr moon clear: DEI are total free!
CAN robots be free?
YES, they can.
VEN dei repairat ein problem deep in sludge haf,
nearly ein impossibl problem,
and aye kontrollen dei back to quay
and aye seer dei, square and sludged up af seaen
rising.
THEN dei lucki are!
ONLI, dei know it not . . .
Dei know not wat dei haf in vorlden done,
’cos all intern onli in dei are.
But aye know
AND deirs secret luck shyns in me!
(. . .)
SOMTIIMS ven aye nay sleepdraumen kan
aye draumen ein simpl, silly draum.
SO it is: AYE imago mein self
living inside ein astroide
vid hundred odder humans,
travelling away from Systm Sol,
nay more moons
FOR all tiim
onli travelling out.
VULD the lonliness
in uss den disappear?
NAY point to reach out to,
nay point to go back to.
NAY longing anymore.
AS gods vuld we den live,
the draumening af all
crying ovfr nay.
/
KOMMEN you vid me?
(. . .)
KAN remember:
THAT someone carried me ovfr shoulder,
perhaps father
halft asleep, halft awake
bore me thru tall, swaiing grass
early morning wide white light
and mein arms hung down,
so noticeably heavy
as if grass tugged at dem,
electric
lunged at me, as if all grass would down
me take, have me, steal me
so heavy, so heavy aye was
and aye kuld trust the grass
as aye kuld trust the shoulder
as aye kuld trust all heaviness
and ein old, yellow house stood there up ahead
between trees, a house
vid the warm milk in a glass for me.
(. . .)
Tomorrow, aye think,
go to mother’s earth place,
to mother in the well af soil,
in the soilwell af soilwell.
(. . .)
FISH svummen in taite schools.
DEI svummen vidout anyone
to leda dei.
AND despyt, so logical
dei svummen, ovfr all the globalen seaen,
fish glistening away, vid der
speedy bodies, onli
ein singl body against odder singl body
dis simpl touch,
kan tell wer dei kollectiven must fare
for deir life possibl still kuld be.
GLISTENING in green, blue an red.
GLISTENING, ein place between seagrass
an sun.
© 2011, May-Brit Akerholt
From: Solaris korrigert
Publisher: 2011, First published on PIW, Oslo
From: Solaris korrigert
Publisher: 2011, First published on PIW, Oslo
SOLARIS CORRECTED
Wat vuld aye become
if you kuld kreip from
dein vorld to uss?
SHAMEFUL, aye think ven
you kommen vid yor imago
ovfr our tiim, tecn., airlife,
all yor apocalyptsen
terror-
mare. OR yor beauty draumen!
NAY we are. NAY yor ideo! DER
aye live, in 14.6, wi work
onli vid our nanofingeren
dei are our total novledg, we work
so litl, 30 minuten a day. Aye look at
meiner fingren, part af organic 14.6
but veik dei are as seagrass . . .
SO kuld aye beg yor vorld
beginning, starten uss
up again? Kuld it!
SHAMEFUL aye are. SO
Wat
vuld you become
if we kuld kreip from
uss to you?
(. . .)
BUT ven meiner simpl robots
work on pipe-
systm undr sea, ofts at night
undr moon clear: DEI are total free!
CAN robots be free?
YES, they can.
VEN dei repairat ein problem deep in sludge haf,
nearly ein impossibl problem,
and aye kontrollen dei back to quay
and aye seer dei, square and sludged up af seaen
rising.
THEN dei lucki are!
ONLI, dei know it not . . .
Dei know not wat dei haf in vorlden done,
’cos all intern onli in dei are.
But aye know
AND deirs secret luck shyns in me!
(. . .)
SOMTIIMS ven aye nay sleepdraumen kan
aye draumen ein simpl, silly draum.
SO it is: AYE imago mein self
living inside ein astroide
vid hundred odder humans,
travelling away from Systm Sol,
nay more moons
FOR all tiim
onli travelling out.
VULD the lonliness
in uss den disappear?
NAY point to reach out to,
nay point to go back to.
NAY longing anymore.
AS gods vuld we den live,
the draumening af all
crying ovfr nay.
/
KOMMEN you vid me?
(. . .)
KAN remember:
THAT someone carried me ovfr shoulder,
perhaps father
halft asleep, halft awake
bore me thru tall, swaiing grass
early morning wide white light
and mein arms hung down,
so noticeably heavy
as if grass tugged at dem,
electric
lunged at me, as if all grass would down
me take, have me, steal me
so heavy, so heavy aye was
and aye kuld trust the grass
as aye kuld trust the shoulder
as aye kuld trust all heaviness
and ein old, yellow house stood there up ahead
between trees, a house
vid the warm milk in a glass for me.
(. . .)
Tomorrow, aye think,
go to mother’s earth place,
to mother in the well af soil,
in the soilwell af soilwell.
(. . .)
FISH svummen in taite schools.
DEI svummen vidout anyone
to leda dei.
AND despyt, so logical
dei svummen, ovfr all the globalen seaen,
fish glistening away, vid der
speedy bodies, onli
ein singl body against odder singl body
dis simpl touch,
kan tell wer dei kollectiven must fare
for deir life possibl still kuld be.
GLISTENING in green, blue an red.
GLISTENING, ein place between seagrass
an sun.
© 2011, May-Brit Akerholt
Publisher: 2011, First published on PIW,
Publisher: 2011, First published on PIW,
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