January 29, 2012

Darkness is whole



When people say that poetry is a luxury, or an option, or for the educated middle classes, or that it shouldn't be read at school because it is irrelevant, or any of the strange and stupid things that are said about poetry and its place in our lives, I suspect people doing the saying have had things pretty easy. A tough life needs a tough language- and that is what poetry is. That is what literature offers- a language powerful enough to say how it is.
It isn't a hiding place. It is a finding place.


Jeanette Winterson


Võikaid varje kerkib hulgi
kohe taeva tuhmjat seina.
Kes küll poetas kaarnasulgi
ruugesse mu ristikheina.

Kes küll pühkis kullapuru
punetavalt pilvepangalt,
nühkis õiemustrid muru
hõberoheliselt kangalt?

Ära küsi. Pimedas ju
helkimas näed aknaruutu.
Koju nüüd. Sest öös on asju,
mille külge tark ei puutu.

Heiti Talvik



Veniv ja lühike aeg saab täis
Kus terve tänav pidi sammuma
Läbi mu sisimate paikade
et keegi tuleks mulle vastu.

Éluard



Mu tuum on kvandid gudrooni,
Styxi veed ümber tsaaritrooni.
Glamuurselt praen nuudleid oma tares.
Olen vares, mu sõber, olen vares.

P.I. Filimonov

pildid: Dan Hillier

2 comments:

  1. Esimese paragraafiga seoses: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KFDm11vOb9Y

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  2. :D
    Nad on lõbusad.
    Oskad veel midagi soovitada?

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