joi, iulie 16, 2015

Ruler



I was born too early and too small
like a ruler
my mom used me to measure the coarse muslin
she embroidered with red flowers,
words.
I was happy walking beneath the table
upright
without having to stoop
at times mom left marks of discipline
when I’d forget to call out
and she couldn’t find me in the house.
at school they forgot about me
in the gym among the balls
since then I’ve rolled along
in a dizzying
game...
I was born too early...
I am small, like a defect-effect of perception
I sneak with ease among objects
and people
like a good joke
I play hide-and-seek with a man
tall as the moon.
when I close my eyes at night
I grow up instantly, seeing myself a child
happy to hang on the carpet-beating bar
with no pain or preparation
it is a good exchange of images with the past
mom drew me on a tiny broken corner
of a book page
she made me as small as two lines on a ruler
so I could fit
I have grown some since then...
I am taller
along with my pile of books, my huge drawings
scattered around the house like a white strip
a cache of memories
where mothers at times nick or scribble
how much you’ve grown
now I'm no longer small,
I processed my image
in Photoshop, so even my height is adequate.
with an air ruler, I measure
the divisions of my life.



translated  by Adrian G Sahlean

miercuri, iulie 08, 2015

Gloria ei strălucea în vitrina unui magazin de carne

Tara Donovan -peace gallery NY - foto credit Julitti
gloria ei strălucea în vitrina unui magazin de carne
se privea în picăturile de sânge ce rămâneau pe tejgheaua de inox
pândea clienții cu străluciri sadice
și în reflexul lamei de cuțit
își etala zâmbetul lăbărțat
ar fi trebuit să fie o grasă, o masă diformă
precum halca pe care o tranșa
dar soarta făcuse să fie femeia visată de el

gloria ei strălucea în vitrina unui magazin de lux
se privea în lacrimile ce rămâneau pe tejgheaua de cristal
pândea iubiții cu străluciri insinuante
și în reflexul irisului negru
își etala zâmbetul firav
ar fi trebuit să fie o nălucă sidefie ,o masă crepusculară precum
steaua pe  care o visa
dar soarta făcuse să fie femeia urâtă de el.


(din vol. Imagine Simplă 1996)




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