Sudoku

nine fields times nine rows is nine columns.

nine fields times nine little squares is a big square.

In the nine fields you have to write nine fingers nine times.

at the moment it is more important

to weave this useless mat

than meet you.

 

at the moment let’s be content with the fabric.

it is the most realistic ting we possess,

although it says little about us,

just like when you say land snails turn your stomach,

bloodless tongue licking everything it comes across,

you would rather eat their sea twins, dye murexes,

but you do not know they cling to drowned men

(there were some on ivan when they took him out.

my father was among those that found him;

since then he can never have enough of land).

 

what is in your fabric, written in invisible fields,

what dissent does it use to defy the regime of the body,

and what is behind the fabric what you use it for,

i don’t really care.

at this moment and in the future,

no matter how hard we try,

dye murexes will never become ivan. even if you eat them,

he will not be more dead.

 

fabrics do not add up, they perhaps multiply.

i mean,

sudoku is the meaning of life.

© translated by Iskra Pavlović

Sudoku

devet polja puta devet redova je devet stupova.

devet polja puta devet malih kvadrata je veliki kvadrat.

u devet polja treba devet puta upisati devet znamenki.

u ovom trenutku važnije je

istkati taj beskorisni tabletić

nego upoznati te.

                           

u ovom trenutku zadovoljimo se tkivom.

ono je najstvarnije što posjedujemo, 

premda malo govori o nama,

kao kad kažeš da ti se gade kopneni puževi,

beskrvni jezik koji liže sve na što naiđe,

radije bi jeo njihove morske dvojnike, volke,

ali ne znaš da se volci hvataju za utopljenike

(bilo ih je na ivanu kad su ga izvukli.

moj se otac našao među nalaznicima;

od tada se ne može najesti kopna).

 

što je u tvom tkivu, upisano u nevidljiva polja,

kakvim buntom prkosi režimu tijela,

i što je iza tkiva, za što ga koristiš,

zapravo me ne zanima.

u ovom trenutku i ubuduće,

koliko god nastojali,

volci neće nikada postati ivan. ako ih i pojedeš,

on neće biti ništa mrtviji.

                          

tkiva se ne zbrajaju, eventualno množe.

hoću reći,

sudoku je smisao života.

© Martina Vidaić