1.
Stagger, sway only into the last haul.
Jagged feet of my own that realize
such a haunting dread of displacement.
The self subsumed by currents, by the Bleak.
A path through the dense green thickness
and now an opening with branches like tendrils
tendons tickling scraping the face gently.
This, the first limping leg of the journey.
2.
And then, a gap, the [...]
Yesterday I made a viral video reading of Samuel Beckett’s poem “Neither.”
It is silent. I had originally recorded myself reading the poem and layered it over the top of the video, but decided against inserting it into the video. Watching it silently after reading the poem left an interesting resonance, which hopefully you will appreciate. [...]
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The Cold: To Be Taken Together or Separately
Struggle until I
Seemingly reach the darkness
This, my immersion
As the stalk blows in the field
Cold wind embrace, gone
Overcome by this
Catastrophic renewal
My mind blinking black
An obscure conversation
A multitude of voices
Someone looks at me
From across desolation
I hear the train stop
It is a pity that I
May never see her again
I bought “Zero, Zero, Zero” on a trip to Osaka, Japan in the summer of 2001. I think that these translations, although amateur (i.e. unpublished), capture the sense that Mori wishes to express. Enjoy.
Mariko Mori: Zero, Zero, Zero
I look at the clouds as they suddenly tear away from each other.
Somewhere, someone is calling [...]
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Posted in Japanese Translations
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