Poetry International Poetry International
Gedicht

Jin Haishu

Rage

rage: at that instant, I was seething with rage,
but rage was pointless
I sat in the car, forced to participate
I was tied up. everything that happened only tied me up tighter
it hurt the way those ropes cut into me
we’re really very soft, I thought to myself,
we’re all just flesh and blood
you can arm yourself with a hard outer shell, but that’s futile, too
rage is futile. everything in the car mirrors looked distorted
everything seemed so frustrating, so bizarre, but such thoughts
didn’t make it any better, my friends, such thoughts
didn’t make it any better
three times I repeated this to myself
and as the car zoomed off,
things really started to get out of hand

RAGE

Jin Haishu

Jin Haishu

(China, 1961)

Landen

Ontdek andere dichters en gedichten uit China

Gedichten Dichters

Talen

Ontdek andere dichters en gedichten in het Chinees

Gedichten Dichters
Close

RAGE

Rage

rage: at that instant, I was seething with rage,
but rage was pointless
I sat in the car, forced to participate
I was tied up. everything that happened only tied me up tighter
it hurt the way those ropes cut into me
we’re really very soft, I thought to myself,
we’re all just flesh and blood
you can arm yourself with a hard outer shell, but that’s futile, too
rage is futile. everything in the car mirrors looked distorted
everything seemed so frustrating, so bizarre, but such thoughts
didn’t make it any better, my friends, such thoughts
didn’t make it any better
three times I repeated this to myself
and as the car zoomed off,
things really started to get out of hand
Sponsors
Gemeente Rotterdam
Nederlands Letterenfonds
Stichting Van Beuningen Peterich-fonds
Prins Bernhard cultuurfonds
Lira fonds
Versopolis
J.E. Jurriaanse
Gefinancierd door de Europese Unie
Elise Mathilde Fonds
Stichting Verzameling van Wijngaarden-Boot
Veerhuis
VDM
Partners
LantarenVenster – Verhalenhuis Belvédère