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Elke de Rijcke
FROM THE ROAD TO VÄSTERÅS 18
as to my orientation in time I became more and more lost.fastened to a stretch where the past, present and future
accumulated and transpired.
I had attained my maximum level of integration many years ago.
presently I withdrew drifting.
in space I was soaked to the bone and floundered in the mire.
as to the question of my future, I was incapable of response.
it wasn't clear to me whether the engine of a desired life had shorted,
or whether I should hope an unidentified surge
was building.
I was sick of myself as an organizing instance
and backbone of my days.
my shoulders were not wide enough to bear the weight
as my disorientation and my mutiny were deeper than
I guessed.
© Translation: 2012, Genji Amino
DE LA ROUTE JUSQU\'À VÄSTERÅS 18
DE LA ROUTE JUSQU\'À VÄSTERÅS 18
quant à mon orientation dans le temps j'étais de plus en plus perdue.boutonnée à une section où le passé, le présent et le futur
s'accumulaient et transpiraient.
j'avais atteint la hauteur maximale de mon ancrage il y a bien des années.
à présent je rétrécissais à la dérive.
dans l'espace j'étais trempée jusqu'aux os et je peinais dans la bourbe.
quant à la question de mon devenir, j'étais incapable de répondre.
il ne m'était pas clair si le propulseur d'une vie désirée s'était arrêté,
ou s'il fallait espérer qu'un élan non encore identifié
se développerait.
j'en avais marre de moi comme instance organisatrice
et colonne vertébrale de mes journées.
mes épaules n'étaient pas suffisamment larges pour porter la charge
car ma désorientation et ma mutinerie étaient plus profondes que je ne l'estimais.
© 2012, Elke de Rijcke
From: VÄSTERÅS. DARK PASSAGE. Journal d\'une desémancipation.
Publisher: Le Cormier, Brussels
From: VÄSTERÅS. DARK PASSAGE. Journal d\'une desémancipation.
Publisher: Le Cormier, Brussels
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FROM THE ROAD TO VÄSTERÅS 18
as to my orientation in time I became more and more lost.fastened to a stretch where the past, present and future
accumulated and transpired.
I had attained my maximum level of integration many years ago.
presently I withdrew drifting.
in space I was soaked to the bone and floundered in the mire.
as to the question of my future, I was incapable of response.
it wasn't clear to me whether the engine of a desired life had shorted,
or whether I should hope an unidentified surge
was building.
I was sick of myself as an organizing instance
and backbone of my days.
my shoulders were not wide enough to bear the weight
as my disorientation and my mutiny were deeper than
I guessed.
© 2012, Genji Amino
From: VÄSTERÅS. DARK PASSAGE. Journal d\'une desémancipation.
From: VÄSTERÅS. DARK PASSAGE. Journal d\'une desémancipation.
FROM THE ROAD TO VÄSTERÅS 18
as to my orientation in time I became more and more lost.fastened to a stretch where the past, present and future
accumulated and transpired.
I had attained my maximum level of integration many years ago.
presently I withdrew drifting.
in space I was soaked to the bone and floundered in the mire.
as to the question of my future, I was incapable of response.
it wasn't clear to me whether the engine of a desired life had shorted,
or whether I should hope an unidentified surge
was building.
I was sick of myself as an organizing instance
and backbone of my days.
my shoulders were not wide enough to bear the weight
as my disorientation and my mutiny were deeper than
I guessed.
© 2012, Genji Amino
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