Poem
Nils Chr. Moe-Repstad
POISONING 13
The old state is the new state, with white clothson the tables and credit card terminals among the whores
first, the nights in Ukraine, then the days on the Caribbean islands
where money is laundered through children’s parties
like whales swallowing tons of krill
and straining water through the baleen
the laws are Caribbean, they create thin lines
in the sand and disappear
‘can you arrange a position for me in St. Petersburg?’
asks Chekhov
there they talk of the destruction of the forests
and duel over illegitimate children and married women
it’s warm and green in the parks
from Moscow Station the trains reach so far to the northeast
that one recalls the uprising and slaughter
concrete ruins and wooden palaces by the Black Sea
the whales fill their lungs with air
that forms plasma in the deep
the lines of nobility are straight, but the nobility is political
and has the lungs of whales
so deep in the system that dueling over the purity
of the bastard economy becomes legitimate
plasmatic lawsuits and murders by poisons
numbered in the periodic table of elements
they are inhumane in the eastern republics
in the fossil fuels and the northern seas
‘they love their fathers so much that my brain softens
and I sell my body’s reserves of methane gas’*
and the duels?
too steep for the Odessa steps
too open for the Balkan plains
too hot in St. Petersburg, St. Tropez
gas princess, plasma and paradise
protest, flag and frost
dictators entering through portholes
* Following an injury received in a theater in Moscow, October 26, 2002, the body’s processes began to slow. This results in an increase of methane gas that is off the charts.
13e VERGIFTIGING
De oude staat is de nieuwe staat, met witte tafelkledenop de tafels en pinautomaten bij de hoeren
eerst de nachten in Oekraïne, dan de dagen op de Caribische eilanden
waar geld door kinderpartijen wordt gezeefd
zoals walvissen tonnen krill opslokken
en water door de baleinen zeven
de wetten zijn Caribisch, ze produceren dunne lijnen
in het zand en verdwijnen
‘kun je een betrekking voor me regelen in Sint Petersburg?’
vraagt Tsjechov
daar praten ze over de uitroeiing van de bossen
en duelleren ze om bastaardkinderen en getrouwde vrouwen
het is warm en groen in de parken
vanaf het Moskovski-station gaan de treinen zo ver naar het noordoosten
dat men zich het oproer en de afslachting herinnert
betonnen ruïnes en de houten paleizen aan de zwarte zee
de walvissen vullen hun longen met lucht
die plasma wordt in de diepte
de lijnen van de adel zijn recht, maar de adel is politiek
en heeft walvislongen
zo diep in de systemen dat het juist wordt
om te duelleren over de zuiverheid van de bastaardeconomie
de plasmatische rechtszaken en gifmoorden
met nummers in het periodieke systeem
ze zijn onmenselijk in de oostelijke republieken
in het fossiele en in alle noordelijke zeeën
‘ze houden zoveel van hun vaders dat mijn hersenen verweken
en ik verkoop de methaangasreserves van mijn lichaam’*
en de duellen?
te steil op de trappen in Odessa
te open op de vlaktes op de Balkan
te warm in Sint Petersburg, Saint Tropez
het is de gasprinses, plasma en paradijs
het is protest, vlag en vorst
dictators via patrijspoorten naar binnen
* Na een verwonding in een theater in Moskou op 26 oktober 2002 zijn de processen van het lichaam in een trage modus geraakt. Hierdoor ontstaat een ophoping van methaangas die veel hoger is dan normaal.
© Vertaling: 2017, Liesbeth Huijer
From: 19 vergiftigingen
Publisher: 2017, Azul Press, Maastricht, Amsterdam
From: 19 vergiftigingen
Publisher: 2017, Azul Press, Maastricht, Amsterdam
13. FORGIFTNING
Den gamle staten er den nye staten, med hvite dukerpå bordene og kortterminal blant horene
først nettene i Ukraina, så dagene på de karibiske øyene
hvor pengene siles gjennom barneselskaper
som hvalene sluker tonn av krill
og siler vannet gjennom bardene
lovene er karibiske, de produserer tynne linjer
i sanden og blir borte
«kan du ordne en posisjon for meg i St. Petersburg?»
spør Tsjekhov
der snakker de om utryddelsen av skogene
og duellerer over løsunger og gifte kvinner
det er varmt og grønt i parkene
fra Moskovskij-stasjonen går togene så langt nordøst
at man husker opprøret og nedslaktingen
betongruiner og trepalassene ved det svarte havet
hvalene fyller lungene med luft
som danner plasma i dypet
adelslinjene er rette, men adelen er politisk
og har hvallunger
så dypt i systemene at det blir riktig
å duellere over bastardøkonomiens renhet
de plasmatiske rettssakene og giftmord
med nummer i grunnstofftabellen
de er umenneskelige i de østlige republikkene
i det fossile og alle nordlige hav
«de elsker sine fedre så høyt at hjernen min mykner
og jeg selger kroppens reserver av metangass»*
og duellene?
for bratt i trappene i Odessa
for åpent på de balkanske slettene
for varmt i St. Petersburg, St. Tropez
det er gassprinsessen, plasma og paradis
det er protest, flagg og frost
diktatorer inn gjennom koøyer
*Etter en skade fra et teater i Moskva 26.10.2002 er kroppens prosesser gått inn i en treghetsmodus. Dette resulterer i en opphopning av metangass soms sprenger alle skalaer.
© 2014, Nils Chr. Moe-Repstad
From: 19 forgiftninger
Publisher: Flamme Forlag, Oslo
From: 19 forgiftninger
Publisher: Flamme Forlag, Oslo
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POISONING 13
The old state is the new state, with white clothson the tables and credit card terminals among the whores
first, the nights in Ukraine, then the days on the Caribbean islands
where money is laundered through children’s parties
like whales swallowing tons of krill
and straining water through the baleen
the laws are Caribbean, they create thin lines
in the sand and disappear
‘can you arrange a position for me in St. Petersburg?’
asks Chekhov
there they talk of the destruction of the forests
and duel over illegitimate children and married women
it’s warm and green in the parks
from Moscow Station the trains reach so far to the northeast
that one recalls the uprising and slaughter
concrete ruins and wooden palaces by the Black Sea
the whales fill their lungs with air
that forms plasma in the deep
the lines of nobility are straight, but the nobility is political
and has the lungs of whales
so deep in the system that dueling over the purity
of the bastard economy becomes legitimate
plasmatic lawsuits and murders by poisons
numbered in the periodic table of elements
they are inhumane in the eastern republics
in the fossil fuels and the northern seas
‘they love their fathers so much that my brain softens
and I sell my body’s reserves of methane gas’*
and the duels?
too steep for the Odessa steps
too open for the Balkan plains
too hot in St. Petersburg, St. Tropez
gas princess, plasma and paradise
protest, flag and frost
dictators entering through portholes
* Following an injury received in a theater in Moscow, October 26, 2002, the body’s processes began to slow. This results in an increase of methane gas that is off the charts.
From: 19 forgiftninger
POISONING 13
The old state is the new state, with white clothson the tables and credit card terminals among the whores
first, the nights in Ukraine, then the days on the Caribbean islands
where money is laundered through children’s parties
like whales swallowing tons of krill
and straining water through the baleen
the laws are Caribbean, they create thin lines
in the sand and disappear
‘can you arrange a position for me in St. Petersburg?’
asks Chekhov
there they talk of the destruction of the forests
and duel over illegitimate children and married women
it’s warm and green in the parks
from Moscow Station the trains reach so far to the northeast
that one recalls the uprising and slaughter
concrete ruins and wooden palaces by the Black Sea
the whales fill their lungs with air
that forms plasma in the deep
the lines of nobility are straight, but the nobility is political
and has the lungs of whales
so deep in the system that dueling over the purity
of the bastard economy becomes legitimate
plasmatic lawsuits and murders by poisons
numbered in the periodic table of elements
they are inhumane in the eastern republics
in the fossil fuels and the northern seas
‘they love their fathers so much that my brain softens
and I sell my body’s reserves of methane gas’*
and the duels?
too steep for the Odessa steps
too open for the Balkan plains
too hot in St. Petersburg, St. Tropez
gas princess, plasma and paradise
protest, flag and frost
dictators entering through portholes
* Following an injury received in a theater in Moscow, October 26, 2002, the body’s processes began to slow. This results in an increase of methane gas that is off the charts.
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