Poem
Runa Svetlikova
This Padded White Room
Blind Woman thinks she can see but had ratherbe blind because she believes that looking burns.
Blind Woman takes the well-trodden path, flails both hands
ahead, to demolish impending chances.
By night she lends meaning to every coincidence.
By morning she forgets that she was the one to assign the meaning.
Woman sings naff songs and quotes posh philosophers
in a darkness that she shares with you, a we for want of better
in this time, this head, this body, for life.
© Translation: 2016, Runa Svetlikova
Deze zachte witte kamer
Deze zachte witte kamer
Blinde Vrouw gelooft te kunnen zien maar was lieverblind omdat ze vindt dat kijken brandt.
Blinde Vrouw volgt de evidente weg, drijft twee handen
voor zich uit om dreigende kansen te slopen.
’s Nachts geeft ze elke toevalligheid een betekenis.
’s Ochtends vergeet ze dat de betekenis door haar gegeven is.
Vrouw zingt goedkope liedjes en citeert dure filosofen
in een donker dat ze deelt met jou, een wij bij gebrek aan beter
levenslang in deze tijd, dit hoofd, dit lijf.
© 2014, Runa Svetlikova
From: Deze zachte witte kamer
Publisher: Marmer, Baarn
From: Deze zachte witte kamer
Publisher: Marmer, Baarn
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This Padded White Room
Blind Woman thinks she can see but had ratherbe blind because she believes that looking burns.
Blind Woman takes the well-trodden path, flails both hands
ahead, to demolish impending chances.
By night she lends meaning to every coincidence.
By morning she forgets that she was the one to assign the meaning.
Woman sings naff songs and quotes posh philosophers
in a darkness that she shares with you, a we for want of better
in this time, this head, this body, for life.
© 2016, Runa Svetlikova
From: Deze zachte witte kamer
From: Deze zachte witte kamer
This Padded White Room
Blind Woman thinks she can see but had ratherbe blind because she believes that looking burns.
Blind Woman takes the well-trodden path, flails both hands
ahead, to demolish impending chances.
By night she lends meaning to every coincidence.
By morning she forgets that she was the one to assign the meaning.
Woman sings naff songs and quotes posh philosophers
in a darkness that she shares with you, a we for want of better
in this time, this head, this body, for life.
© 2016, Runa Svetlikova
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