Стихи и поэмы. Проза. Переводы. Письма. О поэте. Фото и видео.

Переводы

Translated by Hendrik Jackson

In meines Lebens Mitte: wie mit einem Zirkel punktgenau gesetzt. Nachtzug
durch eine Nord-Süd-Wasserscheide, ein herausgelöster Kilometer, langgestreckt,
du hältst ihn für einen Tunnel, fühlst die geschichteten Moleküle ganz dicht, im Flug
hoch hin an einer Baggerschaufel, die dich über aufgeworfenes Erdreich trägt.

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Translated by Wayne Chambliss

A jackal and a crow. Blood neither shed nor shared
between them. The dynamite, nearby, is armed.
They are barely contours, prepared
to escape the kernel of blackness and assume a rudimentary form.

Above them, thought balloons are floating. The cartoon repaginates
the seashore, windy, dry as bone.
When the rain falls, it becomes clear the photographer, buried to his waist,
was welded of bronze and focused on no one.

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Translated by Wayne Chambliss

Flaring in epithelial darkness, as if bitten
by a rabid, magnetic gesture—
all at once—body, converted to hydrogen
all at once—hydrogen under pressure.

Magnetic pressures, within and without,
the bear hibernates in a lush’s cranium.
When the room starts to spin, the bear rushes out
and deposits itself for a glass of uranium.

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Translated by Wayne Chambliss

There are fewer and fewer animals in the capital.
Less and less often
are the torches of bears
raised above the tall
towers of apartments.
More and more often,
they fall down
shrieking
in an eclipse.
Snorting, they lick
the ears of stone sailors on rooftops.

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Translated by Christine Zeytounian-Belous

Chacal et corneille : pas de sang extérieur ni interne
entre eux. Au loin se dessine une dynamite fumante.
Leurs contours, qui ne tiennent qu’à un fil, déjà prêts
à quitter le noyau de noirceur, revêtir un aspect provisoire.

Au-dessus d’eux des bulles de discours qui dérivent, bande dessinée
qu’on feuillète sur la plage piquante et venteuse. Et la grotte moderne est fermée.
Le temps se dégage. On comprend que le photographe enfoui
jusqu’à la ceinture est fait de bronze et ne cadre personne.

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Translated by Григорій Брайнін

Коли я йшов Кам'яним мостом
і грав зіркових воєн маривом,
я несподівано відчув, що простір
став шелестким й багатошарим.

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Translated by Григорий Брайнин

О, друзів моїх сад, де я із торохтілкою
сторчу, про людське око свищу тут навсібіч.
Посріблимо кишки орданською горілкою,
нехай живе нутро, що мерехтить нам ввіч!

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Translated by Eugene Ostashevsky

Maybe you do draw
                seriously,
but not now, alas! Lines
form a grill,
and behind it—lions.

Lions. Their life is a diplomat’s,
they pose on their paws, their heads double.
With celerity of computer chess,
lions occupy cells with each cell.

Translated by Eugene Ostashevsky

since morning the street was lined with
glass towers chiming like salami
dangled from vacuum

from any vantage transpicuous
intersections of buzz and breeze
          (nerves) as
if all’s about these: contacts and contracts
ring and if anything sting

Translated by Eugene Ostashevsky

In a factory where they make chloramphenicol
          cats          loiter

one—gnarled
          like a woodblock: waterlogged, barnacled
another—thin with an elongated tongue—
          a fireman’s hook
and the third—huge like a calm
          in the Persian Gulf

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