Tightening of the landscape
It is becoming ever more urgent to stockpile summers.
Details are getting sharper every day,
And they’re growing in numbers,
And they’re getting armed,
While the memory is starting to collect words such as
And even if you don’t want to,
It grows you up.
To take the long route
Means to carefully observe
What makes up things, words and concepts,
And distinguish between insignificant distinctions,
Two different silences,
One of which goes with things
Leaving no mark
And the other goes with all those others
Or between what it means
To dissolve in ruin or dissolve in love,
Or how you are completely unable to
Negotiate a better deal with death.
To go straight
Means to stockpile summers,
When some of them overdo it
With mariachis on busses,
And with saxophonists on the roofs of houses in the morning,
Some of them take care of you
As good housewives
Take care of stray cats
And some of them deliberately
Keep you far away from home.
Again and again say something distinct about the landscape
Even though, or precisely because
It’s getting tighter.
© translated by Jasmin B. Frelih