Poem
Mustafa Stitou
ANECDOTES, REVELATIONS
Blazing past a pale-blue wrack of cloudthe angel Gabriel probably
in search of a place to descend
to whisper into someone’s ear. Sokurov
the film director, lazy visionary:
a young, pallid, absent-mindedly peering bodyguard
suddenly catches sight of his Führer
hastily standing up from behind a boulder
has most likely taken a dump
looking round nervously rubs
his hands clean with snow.
The woman who first espied the angel
howled like a lunatic, thus driving off
the angel, unwittingly. The woman froze.
She froze.
But not as punishment.
The astonishment on the pallid face of the boy,
his Führer hastening toward the rest of his company
having a copious picnic further on, against a background
of snow-covered mountain tops, wisps of fog and gorges.
© Translation: 2005, Willem Groenewegen
From: Carapace, no. 53
From: Carapace, no. 53
Anekdoten, openbaringen
Anekdoten, openbaringen
Vlammend langs een vaalblauw zwerkde engel Gabriël waarschijnlijk
op zoek naar een plaats om neer te dalen
iemand om in te fluisteren. De cineast
Sokoerov, luie visionair:
een jonge, bleke, verstrooid turende lijfwacht
krijgt plotseling zijn Führer in het vizier
die zich gehaast van achter een rotsblok opricht
gepoept heeft waarschijnlijk
nerveus om zich heen kijkend zijn handen
schoonwrijft met sneeuw.
De vrouw die als eerste de engel ontwaarde
joelde als een waanzinnige, verjoeg daardoor
de engel, onbedoeld. De vrouw versteende.
Ze versteende.
Maar niet voor straf.
De verbijstering op het bleke gezicht van de jongen
terwijl zijn Führer zich naar de rest van het gezelschap haast
dat uitgebreid aan het picknicken is verderop, tegen een achtergrond
van besneeuwde bergpieken, nevelslierten, afgronden.
© 2003, Mustafa Stitou
From: Varkensroze ansichten
Publisher: De Bezige Bij, Amsterdam
From: Varkensroze ansichten
Publisher: De Bezige Bij, Amsterdam
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ANECDOTES, REVELATIONS
Blazing past a pale-blue wrack of cloudthe angel Gabriel probably
in search of a place to descend
to whisper into someone’s ear. Sokurov
the film director, lazy visionary:
a young, pallid, absent-mindedly peering bodyguard
suddenly catches sight of his Führer
hastily standing up from behind a boulder
has most likely taken a dump
looking round nervously rubs
his hands clean with snow.
The woman who first espied the angel
howled like a lunatic, thus driving off
the angel, unwittingly. The woman froze.
She froze.
But not as punishment.
The astonishment on the pallid face of the boy,
his Führer hastening toward the rest of his company
having a copious picnic further on, against a background
of snow-covered mountain tops, wisps of fog and gorges.
© 2005, Willem Groenewegen
From: Carapace, no. 53
From: Carapace, no. 53
ANECDOTES, REVELATIONS
Blazing past a pale-blue wrack of cloudthe angel Gabriel probably
in search of a place to descend
to whisper into someone’s ear. Sokurov
the film director, lazy visionary:
a young, pallid, absent-mindedly peering bodyguard
suddenly catches sight of his Führer
hastily standing up from behind a boulder
has most likely taken a dump
looking round nervously rubs
his hands clean with snow.
The woman who first espied the angel
howled like a lunatic, thus driving off
the angel, unwittingly. The woman froze.
She froze.
But not as punishment.
The astonishment on the pallid face of the boy,
his Führer hastening toward the rest of his company
having a copious picnic further on, against a background
of snow-covered mountain tops, wisps of fog and gorges.
© 2005, Willem Groenewegen
From: Carapace, no. 53
From: Carapace, no. 53
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