Showing posts with label Bronwyn Lloyd. Show all posts
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Sunday

The Oceanic Feeling (2021)


Cover image: Katharina Jaeger / Cover & Book design: William Bardebes


(March 7) The Oceanic Feeling. Drawings by Katharina Jaeger. Afterword by Bronwyn Lloyd. ISBN 978-0-473-55801-7. Auckland: Salt & Greyboy Press, 2021. 72 pp.
  1. The Oceanic Feeling (7/1-18/10/17)
  2. Family Plot
  3. Lone pine (14/1-5/12/14)
  4. Family plot (26/6-12/8/15)
  5. When you’re the only one (30/9-19/11/17)
  6. Oh br/other! (6/1/16-13/7/17)
  7. This morning Sylvie (16/1/16-7/5/17)
  8. Zero is lying down today (18/1/16-22/10/17)
  9. What to do till the sentinels come (11-23/4/18)
  10. Rituals (9/1/16-7/5/17)
  11. My Uncle Tommy (15-23/4/18)
  12. 1942 (17/9-4/12/16)
  13. Very superstitious (4/1-21/8/16)
  14. Playing the long game (29/1/16-7/5/17)
  15. Are Kiwi women (30/1-29/10/16)
  16. Rather a shock (15/1/16-7/5/17)
  17. Family skeletons (10/1/16-7/5/17)
  18. Self-analysis (11/1/16-7/5/17)
  19. Checking into Facebook (31/1-5/12/16)
  20. A borrowed life (30/9-2/10/17)
  21. Psych 101 (7/1/16-4/1/17)
  22. What do you want? (8/9-13/10/18)
  23. Ice Road Trucker
  24. Ice Road Trucker (7/2-30/3/15)
  25. Two Fords (17/7-12/8/15)
  26. Stranded Polar Bear (21/11-14/12/19)
  27. Indexing Poetry NZ (5/1-29/8/16)
  28. Turning at the doorstep (21/1/16-19/10/17)
  29. The perils of public art (8/1/16-7/5/17)
  30. Communications committee (14/1-4/12/16)
  31. Oral exam, 1990 (1/1-21/8/16)
  32. Everything ages too fast (27/1/16-7/5/17)
  33. Restructuring (7/1-12/3/20)
  34. Kissing the Blarney Stone (23/4-29/8/16)
  35. Skins, 1981 (22/2-14/4/19)
  36. Snorkelling the Great Barrier Reef (17-19/11/17)
  37. Mark (21/6-12/8/15)
  38. Reindeer games (27/12/17)
  39. The Mysterious Island (18-26/4/15)
  40. Antigone (29/5/14; 18/4-13/6/15)
  41. Shorts:
    1. Birds of Passage (12/11/14-7/2/15)
    2. Auckland Anthem (30/3-15/4/12)
    3. Hunting in Palmerston (after Su Shi) (6/9-17/10/13)
  42. Translations
  43. On Early Trains (after Boris Pasternak) (26/1-7/2/15)
  44. Bangalore 2002 (after Boris Pasternak) (30/12/14-7/2/15)
  45. 1913 (after Apollinaire) (21/6-12/8/15)




For my mother and father





Jack Ross: The Oceanic Feeling (2021)


Blurb:
Jack Ross’s latest collection combines poems about ‘families – and how to survive them’ (in John Cleese’s phrase) with darkly humorous reflections on Academia and various other aspects of modern life. It concludes with some translations from Boris Pasternak and Guillaume Apollinaire.

The book also includes a suite of drawings by Swiss-New Zealand Artist Katharina Jaeger, ably explicated in an Afterword by Art Writer Bronwyn Lloyd.
'… picture yourself on a Gold Coast beach, the wind idly leafing through the pages of a much-annotated copy of Benjamin’s Arcades Project on your lap; as ‘Baudelaire’ flashes by in your peripheral vision, you disinterestedly observe a sleek conferential shark feeding – though far from frenziedly – on a smorgasbord of swimmers, whose names end with unstressed vowels and whose togs are at least a size too small. The water is the colour of an $8 bottle of rosé. I find reading Ross – to borrow his victims’ parlance – kind of like that.'
- Robert McLean, Landfall Review Online







Out there it’s speed and money
in here it’s moana time
the lava-lava
tethered round your hips
the morning climb
up to the laptop
into cyberspace

sometimes a furry cat
curled up
in her new armchair
sometimes skateboarders
outside on a street
void as Open Homes
can make it


(7/1-18/10/17)

Publications:
  • 8 Poems by New Zealand Poets 2019. Designed by Tara McLeod. Auckland: The Pear Tree Press, 2019. [14-15].
  • The Oceanic Feeling. Poems by Jack Ross. Drawings by Katharina Jaeger. Afterword by Bronwyn Lloyd. ISBN 978-0-473-55801-7 (Auckland: Salt & Greyboy Press, 2021): 9.

Notes:
  • 'In a 1927 letter to Sigmund Freud, French writer Romain Rolland coined the term "the oceanic feeling" as a way of referring to that "sensation of ‘eternity’," of "being one with the external world as a whole," which underlies all religious belief (but does not necessarily depend on it). In his reply, Freud described this as a simple characterisation of the feeling an infant has before it learns there are any other people in the world.' - Works & Days: The Oceanic Feeling.




These works of fiction, which seem so full of hostility, are none of them really so badly intended … they still preserve, under a slight disguise, the child’s original affection for his parents. The faithlessness and ingratitude are only apparent.
– Sigmund Freud, ‘Family Romances’ (1909)


Notes:
  • The original quote reads as follows:
    At about the period I have mentioned, then, the child’s imagination becomes engaged in the task of getting free from the parents of whom he now has such a low opinion and of replacing them by others, occupying, as a rule, a higher social station ...

    If anyone is inclined to turn away in horror from this depravity of the childish heart or feels tempted, indeed, to dispute the possibility of such things, he should observe that these works of fiction, which seem so full of hostility, are none of them really so badly intended, and that they still preserve, under a slight disguise, the child’s original affection for his parents. The faithlessness and ingratitude are only apparent ...

    Indeed the whole effort at replacing the real father by a superior one is only an expression of the child’s longing for the happy, vanished days when his father seemed to him the noblest and strongest of men and mother the dearest and loveliest of women. He is turning away from the father whom he knows to-day to the father in whom he believed in the earlier years of his childhood; and his phantasy is no more than the expression of a regret that those happy days have gone. ...
    - Sigmund Freud, Collected Papers 5, ed. James Strachey (New York: Basic Books, 1959), 74-78.







Bronwyn woke me at 6 am
the tree-fellers are coming today

the supermarket foreman James
remembers my father skiting about

his son in the Edinburgh pipe band
we hear James across the fence sometimes

cursing the idle forecourt hands
Bronwyn went across to warn him

the tree-fellers’ truck was far too wide
blocking deliveries in and out

Bronwyn came in to update me
they’re moving in nearer to the fence

a van roared by to prove it could
The chainsaws started up above

my last view as I left for work
was of the tallest of our trees

stripped of its branches    standing bare
just like my father at the end


(14/1-5/12/14)

Publications:







I

I noticed him late last year
as I climbed the back
stairs at work

a beetle
spindly legs upflung
on the first flight down

among the dustbunnies
and detritus
of a busy office

in a while he was joined
by a tiny dead
centipede

now every morning
I say hello
and pass the time of day

illimitable spans of air
above him
his ship of eternity

lofty as the sky

 
II

PETER
d. 1976

SASHA
d. 18.3.86

MISHA
d. 23-2-90

PETYA
LOVED AND
HANDSOME

NIKITA
MUCH LOVED
d. 30.9.93

MITYA
BOLD & BEAUTIFUL
d. 5.4.94

POUPOUSSE
OUR LOVELY FRIEND
d. 31.10.05

written on our back fence

 
III

At North Shore Memorial Park
on Schnapper Rock Rd

in Central Div
Bronze 6

Block B
Row H

Plot 17
beside Grandma’s grave

my sister’s ashes
have been joined

by my father’s wooden
urn

we haven’t yet 
ordered made

the little plaque
wishing him

quiet sleep
and a sweet dream

when the long trick’s over


(26/6-12/8/15)

Publications:
  • Broadcast on Can Poetry Save the Earth? A Public lecture with Prof. Bryan Walpert, Dr. Johanna Emeney & Jack Ross. Massey University podcast (31/5/18): [available at: Our Changing World].
  • "Can Poetry Save the Earth?" Papyri (31/5/18)
  • The Oceanic Feeling. Poems by Jack Ross. Drawings by Katharina Jaeger. Afterword by Bronwyn Lloyd. ISBN 978-0-473-55801-7 (Auckland: Salt & Greyboy Press, 2021): 14.







who still remembers
your father’s anecdotes

my mother’s failing memory
having taken out

the precious boon
of parallel verification

those last few witnesses
are all you have

my father and my uncle 
drilling like tin soldiers

at Takapuna Grammar
(says Kevin Ireland)

my father standing 
in a garden yelling 

damn them all
(my brother Ken)

the schizophrenic boy 
I gave a lift to Milford once 

who knew him as the family GP
and found such comfort

in my father’s words 
it makes you want to run out screaming 

with an axe


(30/9-19/11/17)

Publications:
  • The Oceanic Feeling. Poems by Jack Ross. Drawings by Katharina Jaeger. Afterword by Bronwyn Lloyd. ISBN 978-0-473-55801-7 (Auckland: Salt & Greyboy Press, 2021): 17.







My eldest brother is flying up

to Auckland
for the weekend
to see my mother

Bronwyn is flying down
to see her sister
in Wellington on Friday

coincidence? hardly
Bronwyn’s younger brother
arrives today

last time we stayed with him
I had a tantrum
and wouldn’t sleep another night

under his roof
I read a thesis recently
on placing far less stress

on Oedipus
the br/other was the term
the author coined

for his new theory
Luke, I am your father!
try your brother

then the sparks will fly


(6/1/16-13/7/17)

Publications:
  • The Oceanic Feeling. Poems by Jack Ross. Drawings by Katharina Jaeger. Afterword by Bronwyn Lloyd. ISBN 978-0-473-55801-7 (Auckland: Salt & Greyboy Press, 2021): 18.







brought in a rat
or rather    last night
Bronwyn had her breakfast

on the couch
under which said rat
was hiding

not knowing why
Sylvie kept jumping up
on her

it wasn’t till her sister
came out and saw it
that the truth

became clear
first they ran out
hoping Sylvie would finish

the work she had begun
she didn’t
the primeval horror of the rat

led Bronwyn to open
all the doors
so Signor could make his exit

her sister went around behind
closing them
so Sylvie could earn her keep

finally they decided to drive
from Paekakariki
to Martinborough

where their brother lives
with Celia
Celia

who is fearless
said she would deal with it
if it was still there

driving my mother
in for an MRI
suddenly sounds

a bit like a rest cure


(16/1/16-7/5/17)

Publications:
  • The Oceanic Feeling. Poems by Jack Ross. Drawings by Katharina Jaeger. Afterword by Bronwyn Lloyd. ISBN 978-0-473-55801-7 (Auckland: Salt & Greyboy Press, 2021): 19.







but little specks of blood
on the bedspread
make me think

she may have run into
one of her twin nemeses
last night

Yellow
a big green-collared
glutton

or Brindle
a raccoon-tailed
bully

each of whom
sneaks in the back door
several times a day

to eat her food
she jumps out
hisses at them

but is only a little cat
once or twice we’ve seen
them ganging up on her

unable to help her
unless it’s in plain sight
I suppose that’s it

Zero
is now the thing
we most fear losing

yet cannot safeguard
threaten to crush
with the sheer weight 

of our love


(18/1/16-22/10/17)

Publications:
  • Poetry New Zealand Yearbook 2020 [Issue #54]. Ed. Johanna Emeney. ISBN 978-0-9951229-3-2. Auckland: Massey University Press, 2020: 117-18.
  • The Oceanic Feeling. Poems by Jack Ross. Drawings by Katharina Jaeger. Afterword by Bronwyn Lloyd. ISBN 978-0-473-55801-7 (Auckland: Salt & Greyboy Press, 2021): 21.
  • "Poetry Shelf celebrates new books: Jack Ross reads from The Oceanic Feeling.” [available at: NZ Poetry Shelf: a poetry page with reviews, interviews and other things, ed. Paula Green (20/5/21)].
  • "Zero at the Bone." The Imaginary Museum (23/4/23)
  • "The Zero Suite." Papyri (2/5/23)







Yes, astronaut and cosmonaut – report, indeed! 
Warn, if you can, your half-waking, half-sleeping 
planet! Tell them, if you can … 
– Roy Thomas, Avengers #102


So how was Zero?
oh she was fine
did you have any trouble getting in?
no no

when we got home
Zero’s dish was empty
meat left unopened 
in the fridge 

the thunderstorm 
had driven her outside
to cringe
under the garden shed

she had quite a lot to say 
when Bronwyn ran out
crying and calling out
her name

it’s not that my mother
neglected her task
on purpose
she’d written in her diary

FEED THE CAT!
it’s just that her mind
now fills in blanks
with certainties 

not doubts
there was a slight pause 
before that “fine”
all I know is our cat

left alone
in the storm
my mother alone
in the fog of her brain


(11-23/4/18)

Publications:
  • Broadcast on Can Poetry Save the Earth? A Public lecture with Prof. Bryan Walpert, Dr. Johanna Emeney & Jack Ross. Massey University podcast (31/5/18): [available at: Our Changing World].
  • "Can Poetry Save the Earth?" Papyri (31/5/18)
  • The Oceanic Feeling. Poems by Jack Ross. Drawings by Katharina Jaeger. Afterword by Bronwyn Lloyd. ISBN 978-0-473-55801-7 (Auckland: Salt & Greyboy Press, 2021): 22.
  • "The Zero Suite." Papyri (2/5/23)

Notes:







every Saturday at 12
my mother comes across the road
for lunch

we never go the other way
Tuesdays    fortnightly
she has her Bible group

sometimes she visits Pak-’n’-Save
with Leslie    her tenant
from further up the street

she used to love the movies
now can’t follow
plots with flashbacks

which is all of them
she used to like to go for drives
but now gets tired

still tidies the flat
but honestly
there’s not much to be said

except things can always get worse
she’s not in pain (particularly)
except from arthritis

can move about quite easily
we try to keep it light and cheerful
don’t anticipate trouble

said the specialist
trail along behind
we’re trailing    yes

something like that


(9/1/16-7/5/17)

Publications:
  • The Oceanic Feeling. Poems by Jack Ross. Drawings by Katharina Jaeger. Afterword by Bronwyn Lloyd. ISBN 978-0-473-55801-7 (Auckland: Salt & Greyboy Press, 2021): 23.







“In the end they had to put him
in a home

Tommy had grown too heavy
for Dad to carry

Dad worried about it
till he went to visit

tried to hug him
Tommy didn’t know him

was not aware
of where they were

it was my mother
I was sorry for

she thought she was to blame
for having him

my brother shared a room
with him

all night he’d rock
inside his cot

one winter he got sick 
and never spoke

again
no-one

could visit us
because 

of Tommy”


(15-23/4/18)

Publications:
  • Paula Green: NZ Poetry Shelf [available at: https://nzpoetryshelf.com/2018/05/07/monday-poem-jack-rosss-my-uncle-tommy/] (7/5/18).
  • Broadcast on Can Poetry Save the Earth? A Public lecture with Prof. Bryan Walpert, Dr. Johanna Emeney & Jack Ross. Massey University podcast (31/5/18): [available at: Our Changing World].
  • "Can Poetry Save the Earth?" Papyri (31/5/18)
  • The Oceanic Feeling. Poems by Jack Ross. Drawings by Katharina Jaeger. Afterword by Bronwyn Lloyd. ISBN 978-0-473-55801-7 (Auckland: Salt & Greyboy Press, 2021): 24.







The picture is sepia-toned
like the not-too-far-distant war

the need to stay silent at mealtimes
so her father can hear

every radio news report
the need to pose paramount

in the stiff lines of this schoolgirl
reaching out a tentative hand

to the strangest of beasts
in the latter stages of dementia

my father removed her photos
replacing them with snaps

of his militaria
I don’t think she understands

what we see in this picture
the meekness before authority

the gentleness of the pose
the dark fringe of trees

in a faraway world
where my mother

has just been told
to pretend to feed

a wallaby


(17/9-4/12/16)

Publications:
  • 1942. Poem by Jack Ross. Design by Bronwyn Lloyd. Pania Singles 4. Auckland: Pania Press, 2016.
  • Jack's Christmas Special 2016. Mosehouse Studio (25/12/16).
  • Dianne Firth, Poetry and Place: Catalogue for the Poetry and Place Exhibition, Belconnen Art Centre, 25 August – 17 September 2017 (Canberra: University of Canberra, 2017): 10.
  • Poetry Specials: 2008-2018. Papyri (28/12/2017)
  • Broadcast on Can Poetry Save the Earth? A Public lecture with Prof. Bryan Walpert, Dr. Johanna Emeney & Jack Ross. Massey University podcast (31/5/18): [available at: Our Changing World].
  • "Can Poetry Save the Earth?" Papyri (31/5/18)
  • Paula Green, "Poetry Shelf poets on their own poems: Jack Ross reads and comments on ‘1942’.” [available at: NZ Poetry Shelf: a poetry page with reviews, interviews and other things (5/8/20)].
  • The Oceanic Feeling. Poems by Jack Ross. Drawings by Katharina Jaeger. Afterword by Bronwyn Lloyd. ISBN 978-0-473-55801-7 (Auckland: Salt & Greyboy Press, 2021): 25.

Notes:







Never say anything optimistic
is (of course) the first of them
as (for instance)
it could be worse, it could be raining

touching wood (tap forehead)
count up the integers of any
especially significant number
(date – account number – pin)

to make sure they add up to 7
9 or 3 (4 at a pinch
but not 13)
stormy weather outside

= peace within
it’s generally a good omen
to catch someone on the first ring
(if you have to call back

it’ll take more than two or three tries
and the answer’s bound to be
unsatisfactory)
don’t care too much

for anything you own
lest the destructive impulse
overhear
and swat you casually 

never start off the day
with what you really want to be doing
look bored
conceal activity

with indolence


(4/1-21/8/16)

Publications:
  • The Oceanic Feeling. Poems by Jack Ross. Drawings by Katharina Jaeger. Afterword by Bronwyn Lloyd. ISBN 978-0-473-55801-7 (Auckland: Salt & Greyboy Press, 2021): 26.







I’ve been wanting to do this
since we first met
ten years ago

as we spend the morning
stripping bookcases
in my old office

most striking discoveries
so far
a mummified weta

and a series of pods
where cockroaches
have been breeding

why would anybody ever want
so many books?
it’s quite insane

author after author
all their books
in chronological order

W. H. Auden
Lord (& Robert)
Byron

Angela Carter
travel    fantasy    sci fi
occult

it’ll make a nice guest space
I don’t know that I’ll miss
it much

the cat
is worried though
where will she go?


(29/1/16-7/5/17)

Publications:
  • The Oceanic Feeling. Poems by Jack Ross. Drawings by Katharina Jaeger. Afterword by Bronwyn Lloyd. ISBN 978-0-473-55801-7 (Auckland: Salt & Greyboy Press, 2021): 27.







too controlling?
a question I’ve been asked
a couple of times

I guess it depends
on what you’re
looking for

men are quite useless
really
looking at piles of laundry

and ignoring them
but turning a
blind eye

when you’re on top of
things means
less and less

you need to be on top of
we put up 
masking tape

around the light switches
to prevent
the paint

from spreading everywhere
even so
it has a way

of going where it needs to go


(30/1-29/10/16)

Publications:
  • Poetry New Zealand Yearbook 2020 [Issue #54]. Ed. Johanna Emeney. ISBN 978-0-9951229-3-2. Auckland: Massey University Press, 2020: 169.
  • The Oceanic Feeling. Poems by Jack Ross. Drawings by Katharina Jaeger. Afterword by Bronwyn Lloyd. ISBN 978-0-473-55801-7 (Auckland: Salt & Greyboy Press, 2021): 28.







i.m. Alan Rickman (1947-2016)


to think it’s been 25 years since
Truly Madly Deeply
1991

my sister died
or rather
killed herself

so hungry ghosts
seemed documentary realism
to me

living by Lake Pupuke 
with its gigantic eels
and those students next door

who had to pump up the stereo
to psych themselves
into going out

every evening
1991
an unhappy time

as Rickman said
roles win Oscars
actors don’t

that swing inscribed for 
Alice who used to play here
that makes the other parents

hold onto their kids
so tight
as though death were an infection

they might pick up


(15/1/16-7/5/17)

Publications:
  • Limited edition poster by Bronwyn Lloyd (Auckland: Pania Press, 2017).
  • Jack’s Birthday Book. Mosehouse Studio (5/11/17).
  • Poetry Specials: 2008-2018. Papyri (28/12/2017)
  • The Oceanic Feeling. Poems by Jack Ross. Drawings by Katharina Jaeger. Afterword by Bronwyn Lloyd. ISBN 978-0-473-55801-7 (Auckland: Salt & Greyboy Press, 2021): 29.







My father walked down
to his surgery
beside the house
every evening at 7 pm

which is when my sister
would come down from her room
to tell my mother
how much she wanted to die

when he came back around eight
they’d shift into the dining room
until he went to bed
then go on till the wee hours

one day my sister went out to the back yard
to hang herself
but just as she was throwing
a rope across a branch

she saw some people
watching her
from the parking lot next door
and decided not to

they might have intervened
I’ve often wondered why 
She didn’t go back at night
when nobody could see?

maybe she was scared of the dark
maybe she wasn’t so all-fired keen
on hanging herself    after all
in the end it was pills 

she took


(10/1/16-7/5/17)

Publications:
  • The Oceanic Feeling. Poems by Jack Ross. Drawings by Katharina Jaeger. Afterword by Bronwyn Lloyd. ISBN 978-0-473-55801-7 (Auckland: Salt & Greyboy Press, 2021): 30.







After Freud’s father died
over the next four years
he sank into himself

insight like this
comes once in a lifetime
The result was

The Interpretation of Dreams
It’s been four years now
since my father died

and I’m still trying hard
to understand him
ticking through

his character traits
bonhomie    garrulity
collecting / hoarding

wondering if they came
from his own father’s suicide
when he was 12

his mother’s refusal
to hang    onto anything
it’s not that I’m critical of him

anything but
simply concerned
not to act out

the same marionette dance


(11/1/16-7/5/17)

Publications:
  • The Oceanic Feeling. Poems by Jack Ross. Drawings by Katharina Jaeger. Afterword by Bronwyn Lloyd. ISBN 978-0-473-55801-7 (Auckland: Salt & Greyboy Press, 2021): 31.







this morning
I find the question
what is a spirit?
and one reply what you expel when sneezing
quite apposite to what I was reading last night
Rushdie’s tired fantasy Rushdi children of Abu-Rus
or the character Lili dreamed up by Einar in The Danish Girl
but pre-existent s/he claims Matthew McConaughey
in True Detective takes an opposing view the body is a machine
without a ghost simply the illusion of individuality
he claims to detect in the eyes of each murder victim
a sense of relief what we call ‘Shakespeare’
isn’t Shakespeare the theatrical entrepreneur retiring in mild prosperity
to his home town But is anything (let alone anyone)
more real? by any criteria one has to admit
something more there than a phrase-cranking machine
whether there can be survival the facts of the illusion are so strong
they outweigh self-negation confirm the heavy burden
we lay down


(31/1-5/12/16)

Publications:
  • The Oceanic Feeling. Poems by Jack Ross. Drawings by Katharina Jaeger. Afterword by Bronwyn Lloyd. ISBN 978-0-473-55801-7 (Auckland: Salt & Greyboy Press, 2021): 32.







I almost hit a man
this morning 
with my car

an elderly man
about to walk down
the low level

the original line 
of the road
now only used

by those of us 
with driveways on it
he looked distracted

mildly shocked
most people drive too fast 
myself included

resentful
at having to share
with our dog-walking

coffee-toting
neighbours
alert to dodge 

the crooked edges
of the Art Centre
mosaics

in the asphalt
I missed
of course

but drove most gingerly 
all day
as if my life 

were now on loan
from inquests funerals court
cases loss of licence prison even

killer
not murderer
presumably

who knows?


(30/9-2/10/17)

Publications:
  • The Oceanic Feeling. Poems by Jack Ross. Drawings by Katharina Jaeger. Afterword by Bronwyn Lloyd. ISBN 978-0-473-55801-7 (Auckland: Salt & Greyboy Press, 2021): 34.







These acts of self-discovery
   that mean so little
working out the person

you thought disliked you
   is in fact
disliked by you

how does that help?
   it makes it more your fault
you don’t get on

might make it
   easier to pretend
you do

looking out on a bleak morning
   grey in the east 
the cat outside

a headless dead rat
   for trophy
sometimes one fails to see

the glory


(7/1/16-4/1/17)

Publications:
  • The Oceanic Feeling. Poems by Jack Ross. Drawings by Katharina Jaeger. Afterword by Bronwyn Lloyd. ISBN 978-0-473-55801-7 (Auckland: Salt & Greyboy Press, 2021): 36.







said the librarian
   in Friendly Feilding
to come in from the cold
   was my reply

we’re closing an hour early
   for a function
the function I’d driven down for
   I walked away

he’s crying
   but he doesn’t know 
why he’s crying
   said my sister

to the primer one teacher 
   who wanted to know why
I guess I do too 
   I guess I do

I was small and afraid 
   of a brand-new place 
so many people
   but what remains 

is kindness
   my sister 
trying to help
   unavailingly


(8/9-13/10/18)

Publications:





Ice Road Trucker


You learn the road really fast… or you end up dead.
– Jack Jessee (2009)


Notes:







The engine cut out
halfway down the off-ramp

just as the lights turned green
ease up onto the shoulder

now put on
your hazard lights

said Bronwyn
we went for help

she left me at the service station
when I got back to the car

a cop was there
a bus had clipped a ute

just down the street
I needed that like a hole in the head

he said
the towie was a wiry older guy

who hoisted up the car
quite effortlessly

as we bounced around
the cockpit of his truck

I thought
now I know how it feels

to drive a big rig
across the ice-fields

my alter ego
CB in hand

can of Jim Beam
between the legs

horizon pewter-grey


(7/2-30/3/15)

Publications:
  • Limited edition poster by Daniel Fyles (Ashhurst: Fyles Web Design, 2015).
  • Ice Road Trucker. nzepc: Six Pack Sound #02. Compiled and edited by Michele Leggott, Tim Page and Brian Flaherty (2/12/15).
  • The Oceanic Feeling. Poems by Jack Ross. Drawings by Katharina Jaeger. Afterword by Bronwyn Lloyd. ISBN 978-0-473-55801-7 (Auckland: Salt & Greyboy Press, 2021): 42.
  • Poetry Specials: 2008-2018. Papyri (28/12/2017)
  • Deborah Walker. “World Poetry Day: Massey University – Johanna Emeney, Bryan Walpert & Jack Ross read.” [available at: YouTubeNZ (21/3/21)].

Notes:
  • The reference is to US / Canadian TV Reality show Ice Road Truckers (2007-2017) [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ice_Road_Truckers].
  • Charles Olsen, " Palabras prestadas #117." Available at: http://libropalabrasprestadas.blogspot.com/2017/05/palabras-prestadas-117.html (5/5/2017).
    Camionero sobre hielo

    El motor se detuvo
    a medio bajada por la rampa de salida

    justo cuando cambió el semáforo a verde
    para con cuidado en el arcén

    y enciende
    la luces de emergencia


    decía Bronwyn
    fuimos a buscar ayuda

    me dejó en la estación de servicio
    cuando llegué al coche

    había un policía
    un autobús había golpeado un vehículo utilitario

    calle abajo
    Necesitaba esto como un tiro en la cabeza

    decía
    el de la grúa era un viejo fibroso

    que levantó el coche
    sin esfuerzo

    mientras dábamos saltos
    en la cabina de su camión

    pensé
    ya sé qué se siente

    al conducir un gran camión
    sobre los campos de hielo


    mi álter ego
    radio frequencia en mano

    abierta la botella de Jim Beam
    entre las piernas

    el horizonte gris de peltre


    - (Traducción del poema "Ice Road Trucker" de Jack Ross – traducido por Charles Olsen)



    Jack Ross ha publicado varios libros de poesía, entre ellos City of Strange Brunettes (1998), Chantal's Book (2002), To Terezín (2007), Celanie (2012) y A Clearer View of the Hinterland (2014), además de cuatro novelas y dos libros de relatos cortos. Es director y editor de la revista Poetry NZ, y ha editado diversas revistas literarias y antologías. Tiene un doctorado en Inglés y Literatura Comparativa de la Universidad de Edimburgo y actualmente es Catedrático en Escritura Creativa en Massey University.

    mairangibay.blogspot.co.nz
    New Zealand Book Council – Jack Ross







When my car-before-last was totalled
I was forced to leave her

my little blue Laser
by the motorway exit

couldn’t get time off
to clean out the cockpit

arrived at the depot
to find all my stuff on the floor

but then came red Piers
PR 9216

till yesterday
when after ten years of service

he was towed away
and even then

cold in the garage
he managed to cough up a spark

after ten minutes of trying
and drive me around the block

just one more time


(17/7-12/8/15)

Publications:
  • Ron Riddell, ed. Forty Years of the Titirangi Poets (Auckland: Printable Reality, 2017): 106.
  • The Oceanic Feeling. Poems by Jack Ross. Drawings by Katharina Jaeger. Afterword by Bronwyn Lloyd. ISBN 978-0-473-55801-7 (Auckland: Salt & Greyboy Press, 2021): 43.







The ripples imply 
a boat’s passed by

or something larger
like a whale

the islet’s small
and artificial

looking
like the bear

enduring exile
Augustus sent 

his family
to islands 

small enough 
to terrify 

even the young
willing to die

until you realise
it’s a fake 

that bear 
was never there

even his shadow
clouds and drift ice

carefully placed 
to make the point 

that lying is okay
when the legend becomes fact

print the legend
said John Ford 

by saying it 
he showed

he didn’t mean it


(21/11-14/12/19)

Publications:

Notes:







Relinquunt Omnia Servare Rem Publicam
[They gave up all to serve the public thing]


It does make you wonder sometimes
what’s the point?
so many names
so many earnest strivers

some who’ve ‘gone on before’
some not
but here they all are
buried in the back issues

of a mad old periodical
speaking truth to power
the titles alone
make you want to look them up

What shall we tell Li Bo?
Oracle Bones
I suppose the truth
of the matter

is in the performance
those eager scrawls
sent off with such trepidation
to whoever happened to be 

in the hot seat that day
and then acceptance
or – that other thing
leafing through to your poem

oh I didn’t notice
you were in the same issue
one can’t help feeling
this isn’t quite it

not that I’m any fan
of ranting on street corners
or bellowing clichés
through megaphones

we are just a couple of islands
in the middle
of the world’s largest ocean
and yet potentially

one likes to imagine a
‘For the Union Dead’
the drained faces of negro schoolchildren
rise like balloons

the ditch is nearer


(5/1-29/8/16)

Publications:
  • The Oceanic Feeling. Poems by Jack Ross. Drawings by Katharina Jaeger. Afterword by Bronwyn Lloyd. ISBN 978-0-473-55801-7 (Auckland: Salt & Greyboy Press, 2021): 46.

Notes:







to add more explanations
to the name-dropping profusion
of the long evening

my best friend
a very good friend
we used to hang out all the time

what is this compulsion
to talk continuously?
not to let a tick pass

without your mouth moving?
can you really imagine
anyone cares?

two hours without drawing a breath
I know I’m doing all the talking
well    if you know

then shut up
ask a question
for once in your life

listen to the silence
hear what it’s got to tell you
things about age

and death


(21/1/16-19/10/17)

Publications:
  • Spin 28 (1997): 42.
  • The Oceanic Feeling. Poems by Jack Ross. Drawings by Katharina Jaeger. Afterword by Bronwyn Lloyd. ISBN 978-0-473-55801-7 (Auckland: Salt & Greyboy Press, 2021): 48.







The piece was sold 
   with every possible precaution
what height to hang it at

what temperature
   not in direct sunlight
solemnly agreed

the next ones in
   saw a bolt of old tapa
stuck to their new wall

they tore it down
   and folded it
and then gave it away

you don’t fold tapa cloth
   perhaps with months or years
of careful restoration

something can be done
   but those plaintive emails
which go around

from time to time
   has anyone seen the Don Peebles?
what about the McCahon?

that old grate belching steam
   the giant chicken wing
do have this virtue

they are quite difficult to steal


(8/1/16-7/5/17)

Publications:
  • Spin 28 (1997): 42.
  • The Oceanic Feeling. Poems by Jack Ross. Drawings by Katharina Jaeger. Afterword by Bronwyn Lloyd. ISBN 978-0-473-55801-7 (Auckland: Salt & Greyboy Press, 2021): 49.







One of the major
   bones of contention
      was what colour

the graduation hood
   should be
      we had a whole range

cerise
   nut-brown
      electric blue

but most had
   alas been preempted
      by other degrees and schools

at length
   after eighteen months
      we got a quote

of ten thousand dollars 
   enough for the bolts of cloth
      to be bought and woven

especially
   (not counting
      the fur trim)

and at that point
   I moved we stick
      to the existing colours

and never discuss the matter again
   once more
      without the sarcasm	

replied the Chair


(14/1-4/12/16)

Publications:
  • Spin 28 (1997): 42.
  • The Oceanic Feeling. Poems by Jack Ross. Drawings by Katharina Jaeger. Afterword by Bronwyn Lloyd. ISBN 978-0-473-55801-7 (Auckland: Salt & Greyboy Press, 2021): 50.







Can a mountain be a character?
   I couldn’t answer then
      nor can I now
		
but think about it still
   sometimes
      can a mountain be
		
a character?
   I suppose it depends
      on how you define a ‘mountain’
		
or a ‘character’
   and the fact 
      that all the numbers
		
add up to nine
   is hardly proof
      I deserved to pass

that day
   What’s the equivalent of
      ‘It’s only dangerous
		
when the drums stop?’
   Those are nice boots 
      Señor
		
perhaps


(1/1-21/8/16)

Publications:
  • Spin 28 (1997): 42.
  • The Oceanic Feeling. Poems by Jack Ross. Drawings by Katharina Jaeger. Afterword by Bronwyn Lloyd. ISBN 978-0-473-55801-7 (Auckland: Salt & Greyboy Press, 2021): 51.







on our campus
the bright red 30 signs
have faded to ochre

the plaster pediments
been kicked to shit
round the base of the Study Centre

and as you breast
the roundabout
you can glimpse the majestic vista

of the rubbish skips
from infancy to senility
without a period of maturity

as some English smart-arse said
of the US of A
Trump Gothic

our ‘Tuscan hilltop village’ design
with the closed off balconies
no-one can jump off

but most of the lights still work
and broken chairs 
are generally collected

after six months or so
and we each have our little bolthole
in the wall


(27/1/16-7/5/17)

Publications:
  • Spin 28 (1997): 42.
  • The Oceanic Feeling. Poems by Jack Ross. Drawings by Katharina Jaeger. Afterword by Bronwyn Lloyd. ISBN 978-0-473-55801-7 (Auckland: Salt & Greyboy Press, 2021): 52.







It seems to have taken them
less than half an hour
to establish a trade route

from the shut front door
to Zero’s plate of food
with three meat chunks left on it

those small brown ants
there must have been
hundreds of them

was it the rain that day?
the forty rainless days
before that?

we sucked them up
with the vacuum
put poison down

the news of redundancies 
relocation fees
tell us what we thought 

we were doing
these twenty years
building a campus

was little more
than pissing in the wind
we might as well

have just stayed home instead


(7/1-12/3/20)

Publications:
  • Spin 28 (1997): 42.
  • The Oceanic Feeling. Poems by Jack Ross. Drawings by Katharina Jaeger. Afterword by Bronwyn Lloyd. ISBN 978-0-473-55801-7 (Auckland: Salt & Greyboy Press, 2021): 53.







for Michael Dean


The excuse was
it was early
we were nearly the first 
into the castle that day

the stone was not yet
glistening with spit
so I thought
why not?

one had to lean back
and kiss it upside down
(an improvement on 
the earlier method

where they hung people
over the battlements
by both feet)
but what I remember

is the eloquence
with which you denounced me
as we drove away
I was all the fools in the world

for mashing my lips
in all those germs 
it seemed in fact
to have had the reverse effect

of shutting me up
and jamming you on send
but I’ve never regretted it since
though perhaps you may?


(23/4-29/8/16)

Publications:
  • Manawatu Writers' Festival 2018: Poetry. Ed. Rachel Doré & Chris Gallavin. Feilding: Manawatu Writers' Festival, 2018. [10].
  • The Oceanic Feeling. Poems by Jack Ross. Drawings by Katharina Jaeger. Afterword by Bronwyn Lloyd. ISBN 978-0-473-55801-7 (Auckland: Salt & Greyboy Press, 2021): 54.







From the cave to the cave
climbing down underground
to sit among the barrels 

of the bar
somewhere below the void
of Queen’s Arcade

owing a beer
to the older
Post Office employee 

who finally vetoed
further talk
of paying it back

asking the cute older woman
out for ice-cream
getting upset when 

initial agreement turned
into a weary brush-off
forgetting the name

of my last year’s workmate
Christine
for Pauline

Tony!
a sun-burnt streak of biltong 
full of rabidly expressed 

opinions
where is he?
where’s the goat? 

seeing him last 
at my farewell do
what are you doing here?
 
we came to see you
I went there to see them 
I guess

or not so much
to process second mortgages
in the Post Office Savings Bank

workers stroll around 
the debris
dust rises

something has gone wrong


(22/2-14/4/19)

Publications:
  • Spin 28 (1997): 42.
  • The Oceanic Feeling. Poems by Jack Ross. Drawings by Katharina Jaeger. Afterword by Bronwyn Lloyd. ISBN 978-0-473-55801-7 (Auckland: Salt & Greyboy Press, 2021): 55.







It soon became apparent
that trying to reach the boat

through a cloud of flailing kids
bumping into each other

would be futile
in the extreme

so I turned boldly
having spat in my facemask

as advised
to face the terrors of the deep

which mainly consisted
of lumps of coral 

and multi-coloured fish
drifting around

with inexplicable calm
considering all that racket

the climax came later
back on board

when my newly purchased straw hat
blew into the drink 

and was promptly rescued
by some sun-bronzed he-men

in a zodiac


(17-19/11/17)

Publications:
  • Spin 28 (1997): 42.
  • The Oceanic Feeling. Poems by Jack Ross. Drawings by Katharina Jaeger. Afterword by Bronwyn Lloyd. ISBN 978-0-473-55801-7 (Auckland: Salt & Greyboy Press, 2021): 57.







a large ungainly teenager
used to treat me to drinks

at the cinema bar
he liked to show off

said he’d almost cried
when he saw the new

state-of-the-art seats
at the Botany Park Hoyts

I went there so often
that all of them knew me

the manager too
one day

he was chatting with us
when he noticed

that Mark hadn’t charged me
don’t ever do that again

he said
as he walked away


(21/6-12/8/15)

Publications:
  • Spin 28 (1997): 42.
  • The Oceanic Feeling. Poems by Jack Ross. Drawings by Katharina Jaeger. Afterword by Bronwyn Lloyd. ISBN 978-0-473-55801-7 (Auckland: Salt & Greyboy Press, 2021): 58.







Your animal totem	            Tonight our homestay student 
   is the snake	                       was followed by 2 men
      like him you have the power         in a white van 

to captivate with your	            they said some sexual things
   mysterious gaze	                to her
      you are a part	                   she ran away

of the great mysteries of life	   later another Asian
   mystical consumed	               with clear English 
      by passion curious 	             approached her

hardheaded courageous	            from behind 
   enigmatic talented at	          and said crude things 
      cultivating secrecy 	             she crossed the street 

sensual though not carnal 	     this happened around 9pm tonight


(27/12/17)

Publications:
  • Spin 28 (1997): 42.
  • The Oceanic Feeling. Poems by Jack Ross. Drawings by Katharina Jaeger. Afterword by Bronwyn Lloyd. ISBN 978-0-473-55801-7 (Auckland: Salt & Greyboy Press, 2021): 59.







The sign saying                      had an epiphany
   GRASS C3                            ‘I didn’t know places
      presumably                           like this

distinguishes it                     even existed!’
   from                                 well
      GRASS B3                           they don’t

on the other side                    just before being
   of the runway                         electrocuted
      nice to know                          by a live mike

if we forget                         the murderer might as well
   it’s there                            have been labelled
      mist                                   ‘M’

flocks off                           so is that
   the mountaintops                     the distinction?
      or should I say                      Nominalism

‘clouds’                             and Realism?
   ‘drift off’                           things that fall into
      ‘the hills’?                        their names

in Murder                            and those that veer
   She Wrote                             away from them?
      for instance                          like the rock-well

the scruffy rocker                   in L’île mystérieuse
   ending up in                          Nemo
      Cabot Cove                            and Nautilus

                                     lurking underneath?


(18-26/4/15)

Publications:
  • Percutio 9 (2015): 68.
  • The Oceanic Feeling. Poems by Jack Ross. Drawings by Katharina Jaeger. Afterword by Bronwyn Lloyd. ISBN 978-0-473-55801-7 (Auckland: Salt & Greyboy Press, 2021): 60.

Notes:







Tomb, bridal-chamber, eternal prison in the caverned rock, whither go to find mine own? 
– R. C. Jebb


When I woke up in
the melancholy city
everything was the colour of rain
all of the garish primaries of the previous evening
obscured by the pitter-patter of dread
The books I was reading dissolved into pulp those volumes of
lapidary thoughts intangible as fog as that happiness
oh so elusive what’s new you say
Once in Tasmania at an old colonial prison I walked into one of the cells
there was no-one around so I closed the door just to feel what it was like
I lasted two seconds people go mad they say
Imagine a room a white room no doors
no chairs too narrow to sit down
too low to stand up
my marriage bed


(29/5/14; 18/4-13/6/15)

Publications:
  • Percutio 9 (2015): 69.
  • special edition. Mosehouse Studio (21/12/2015)
  • Antigone. Poem by Jack Ross. Design by Bronwyn Lloyd. Pania Singles 3. Auckland: Pania Press, 2015.
  • The Oceanic Feeling. Poems by Jack Ross. Drawings by Katharina Jaeger. Afterword by Bronwyn Lloyd. ISBN 978-0-473-55801-7 (Auckland: Salt & Greyboy Press, 2021): 61.
  • Poetry Specials: 2008-2018. Papyri (28/12/2017)

Notes:
  • The quotation is from R. C. Jebb’s 1888 English prose translation of Sophocles' Antigone.





Shorts:







Stuck in a wheelchair
   the i-phone
      makes you equal

Sparrows in the departure lounge
   girl yawns
      into her screen


(12/11/14-7/2/15)

Publications:
  • The Oceanic Feeling. Poems by Jack Ross. Drawings by Katharina Jaeger. Afterword by Bronwyn Lloyd. ISBN 978-0-473-55801-7 (Auckland: Salt & Greyboy Press, 2021): 63.







lackadaisical
Asian girl
blocks you

as you hurry to
the traffic lights


(30/3-15/4/12)

Publications:
  • The Oceanic Feeling. Poems by Jack Ross. Drawings by Katharina Jaeger. Afterword by Bronwyn Lloyd. ISBN 978-0-473-55801-7 (Auckland: Salt & Greyboy Press, 2021): 63.







after Su Shi


The tiger leaps at movement in
the bed	                 or anywhere else
for that matter 	 Where’s your
effing Tiger? 	         at the

Contact Course		 Vituperation
in a good cause		 no doubt
or just to sound big?
I hope	                 sincerely meant


(6/9-17/10/13)

Publications:
  • The Oceanic Feeling. Poems by Jack Ross. Drawings by Katharina Jaeger. Afterword by Bronwyn Lloyd. ISBN 978-0-473-55801-7 (Auckland: Salt & Greyboy Press, 2021): 63.

Notes:
  • This poem is indebted to the rhymed translation of Su Shi's "Hunting at Mizhou" (with facing Chinese original) provided by Xu Yuan Zhong in his Golden Treasury of Chinese Lyrics (Beijing: Peking University Press, 1990), 193.





Translations


What has never been properly recognized is the absolute value of the margin itself. … When shall that true poet arise who, disdaining the trivialities of text, shall give the world a book of verse consisting entirely of margin?
– Kenneth Grahame, “Marginalia” (1892)


Notes:
  • Quoted from Kenneth Grahame. Pagan Papers. 1893 (London: John Lane The Bodley Head Limited, 1898), 81.







after Boris Pasternak


Fields fade to mauve in the heat
through the window villagers
stroll what is there to kiss
everything you see melts to soft wax

you dream not asleep dreaming
of being asleep there is someone
sleeping here two black suns
scorching their lashes through their eyelids

sun-beams catch iridescent insects
the glass of dragon-flies the second-
class carriage full of comings
and goings like a clockmaker’s kit 

you seem to be sleeping
in a vice of numbers
high above in amber the hands
of a clock dividing the air

noting fluctuations in heat
get up from your seat adjust
the clock lean out scatter the shadows
pierce the fug of the day

register yourself on its blue dome 
your home your happiness sinking
down past the wreck of your dreams
happy people never help the clock

these two slept in its beams


(26/1-7/2/15)

Publications:

Notes:
  • Based on Dmitri Obolensky's literal version of Boris Pasternak's "In the Wood" (1917), from The Penguin Book of Russian Verse: With Plain Prose translations of Each Poem. Ed. Dmitri Obolensky. 1962. Rev. ed. 1965. The Penguin Poets, D57. Ed. J. M. Cohen (Harmondsworth: Penguin, 1967): 332-33.







after Boris Pasternak


Wonderful that road to the open
horizon wide as the sea
importunate beggars traffic snarls
mosquitoes floating by

skyscrapers line up with clouds
fade to black like a volcano
the street has grown damp
you sway drift stub your toe

the crowd choppy like waves
James Dean punks jostle us
you sway drift stub your toe
wonderful to walk the streets like this

isn’t that our mall in the distance?
how can you tell? isn’t that the theatre?
getting there yes found it at last
crowds and people and drama all here

and the Milky Way slants towards Chennai
like a cow-wallow and if you look 
behind the mall it will astonish you
lying bare naked in the dark

Meera is fluent in English
loves Wodehouse and Wilde
raised a theosophist
proud and dignified

the youngsters jostle her
and she stops and withers them
with a look all India
in her tiny grandeur then

and up we go treading
on the universe
when did the stars descend
midnight sink through the mirror glass?

let the city arbitrate
and night judge between us
When did the mosquitoes stop whining
cars brushing off the beggars?

close your eyes you’ll go blind
in the beginning we fell
Meera is blazing in the darkness
like a parachute    terrible beautiful


(30/12/14-7/2/15)

Publications:

Notes:
  • Based on Dmitri Obolensky's literal version of Boris Pasternak's "The Steppe" (1917), from The Penguin Book of Russian Verse: With Plain Prose translations of Each Poem. Ed. Dmitri Obolensky. 1962. Rev. ed. 1965. The Penguin Poets, D57. Ed. J. M. Cohen (Harmondsworth: Penguin, 1967): 330-32.







after Apollinaire


Sea’s edge
		summer’s end
gulls fly
		waves leave behind
glass blobs
		of jellyfish
ships pass
		on the horizon
wind dies in the pines

sun sinks
		behind the islands
foam
		bruises the sand
the sea
		darkens to purple
you fool
		naked 	alone
shout your fear into the storm


(21/6-12/8/15)

Publications:

Notes:
  • Adapted from Guillaume Apollinaire's "Je suis au bord de l’océan sur une plage" (1913), Oeuvres poétiques. Ed. Marcel Adéma & Michel Décaudin. 1956. Bibliothèque de la Pléiade, 121 (Paris: Éditions Gallimard, 1966): 734.








Monday

Celanie (2012)


Cover image: Emma Smith / Cover design: Ellen Portch



(November 5) Celanie: Poems & Drawings after Paul Celan. Poems by Jack Ross, Drawings by Emma Smith, with an Afterword by Bronwyn Lloyd. ISBN 978-0-473-22484-4. Pania Samplers, 3. Auckland: Pania Press, 2012. 168 pp.

Key:
[...] = original date of composition
[#] = Number of letter in Paul Celan & Gisèle Celan-Lestrange. Correspondance (1951-1970), avec un choix de letters de Paul Celan à son fils Eric. I – Lettres. Ed. Bertrand Badiou & Eric Celan. La Librairie du XXIe siècle. Paris: Éditions du Seuil, 2001.
(...) = date of translation

    I: STEHEN [1952-1965]:

  1. Maïa [7/1/52] [5] (9/3-11/4/10)
  2. The Sun’s [1952] [22] (9/3-29/4/10)
  3. I heard [Autumn 1952] [23] (9/3-2/11/10)
  4. Already [30/3/54] [37] (9/3-11/4/10)
  5. Islandward [22/6/54] [42] (5/3-11/4/10)
  6. The Beach at Toulinget [Autumn ’54] [43] (9/3-25/4/10)
  7. You [20/11/54] [44] (5/3-10/4/10)
  8. So [7/4/55] [58] (9/3-29/4/10)
  9. Matter of Britain [13/8/57] [83] (9/3-29/4/10)
  10. The word [5/3/59 – 21/11/65] [106 / 302] (9/3-29/4/10)
  11. Heart (for René Char) [6/1/60] [114] (9/3-11/4/10)
  12. Hard [15/12/60] [130] (27/3-23/5/10)
  13. A Thieves’ and Beggars’ Ballad [2/61] [133] (27/1-7/8/11)
  14. The bright [5/11/61] [138] (5/3-9/6/10)
  15. The buzzard’s [21/10/62 – 19/3/63] [153 / 175] (9/3/10-27/1-6/8/11)
  16. This [3/11/62] [158] (5/3/10-7/8/11)
  17. Thinking [24/10/63] [176] (27/1-9/8/11)
  18. Hourglass [4/6/64] [184] (5/3/10-27/1-9/8/11)
  19. Those [January 1965] [212] (27/1-12/8/11)
  20. & our son [6/5/65] [221] (27/1-12/8/11)
  21. A roar [7/5/65] [222] (27/1-12/8/11)
  22. Souvenir of D. [10/5/65] [231] (27/1-14/8/11)
  23. Give the Word [14/5/65] [236] (5/3/10-27/1-14/8/11)
  24. Bowls [9/5/65] [236] (9/3/10-27/1-14/8/11)
  25. Banners [4/8/65] [253] (27/1-14/8/11)
  26. Rest [18/8/65] [264] (27/1-17/8/11)
  27. Come [7/9/65] [275] (25/9/11)
  28. Chance [24/9/65] [282] (27/1-17/8/11)
  29. The ounce [25/10/65] [296] (5/3/10-27/1-17/8/11)
  30. Noisy [26/10/65] [300] (27/1-23/8/11)

  31. II: IMMER [1966]:

  32. Depths [25/2-2/3/66] [359] (5/3/10-27/1-23/8/11)
  33. Molten gold [28/2/66] [359] (27/1-23/8/11)
  34. Hewed stone [17/3/66] [373] (5/3/10-27/1-6/10/11)
  35. Suffocating [20/3/66] [376] (27/1-24/8/11)
  36. Spiky [21/3/66] [379] (27/1-24/8/11)
  37. Underrun [26/3/66] [382] (27/1-26/8/11)
  38. Shame [26/3/66] [383] (17/1/10-27/1-26/8/11)
  39. Above our heads [28/3/66] [386] (5/3-25/4/10)
  40. Are [28/3/66] [386] (5/3-25/4/10)
  41. Dauntless [29/3/66] [388] (5/3/10-28/1-26/8/11)
  42. After abandoning [30/3/66] [389] (28/1-31/8/11)
  43. Irruption [31/3/66] [391] (28/1-31/8/11)
  44. True as a scar [26/3/66] [396] (5/3/10-28/1-31/8/11)
  45. Thoughtless [4/4/66] [398] (28/1-31/8/11)
  46. Rope [6/4 – 17/4/66] [401 / 408] (28/1-1/9/11)
  47. By ice fire [7/4/66] [402] (28/1-4/9/11)
  48. Forced to come down [7/4/66] [403] (4/5/10-28/1-4/9/11)
  49. & if [8/4/66] [404] (28/1-4/9/11)
  50. Torchsong [9/4/66] [405] (28/1-6/9/11)
  51. Mit uns [16/4/66] [409] (28/1-6/9/11)
  52. Wilderness [22/4/66] [412] (5/3/10-28/1-7/9/11)
  53. I’m writing down [23/4/66] [415] (5/3-25/4/10)
  54. Sacrificial troughs [27/4/66] [421] (28/1-9/9/11)
  55. Devastations? [1/5/66] [424] (11-3/10-28/1-9/9/11)
  56. Whistled up [2/5/66] [428] (11/3/10-28/1-10/9/11)
  57. My Dear [2/5/66] [429] (28/1-10/9/11)
  58. Bouts of sleep [13/6/66] [455] (28/1-10/9/11)

  59. III: LE PONT DES ANNÉES [1967-1969]:

  60. Arrow-sister [24/5/67] [508] (28/1-12/9/11)
  61. Paired, by the Brâncuşi [4/8/67] [540] (28/1-12/9/11)
  62. Tow-barge [3/12/67] [595] (28/1-13/9/11)
  63. Lilac air [23/12/67] [595] (28/1-13/9/11)
  64. Gravediggers [25/12/67] [595] (28/1-13/9/11)
  65. Year opening [2/1/68] [595] (28/1-13/9/11)
  66. This world’s [5/1/68] [595] (28/1-13/9/11)
  67. What’s stitched [10/1/68] [597] (28/1-14/9/11)
  68. [Black Toll]:
  69. [i] Relics of hearing [9/6/67] [599] (27/3/10-28/1-16/9/11)
  70. [ii] Night rode him [9-10-11/6-10/9/67] [599] (27/3/10-28/1-16/9/11)
  71. [iii] Shoals of mussels [14/6/67] [599] (27/3/10-28/1-17/9/11)
  72. [iv] Weighed [15/6/67] [599] (27/3/10-28/1-17/9/11)
  73. [v] Studded [16/6/67] [599] (11/3/10-28/1-18/9/11)
  74. [vi] Gone [20/6/67] [599] (11/3/10-28/1-18/9/11)
  75. [vii] Already we lay [24/6/67] [599] (11/3/10-28/1-18/9/11)
  76. [viii] Mines [27-28/6/67] [599] (11/3/10-28/1-18/9/11)
  77. [ix] Who [1/7/67] [599] (11/3-11/4/10)
  78. [x] Loaded [5/7/67] [599] (11/3/10-28/1-18/9/11)
  79. [xi] Green light [8/7/67] [599] (11/3/10-28/1-19/9/11)
  80. [xii] Beacon- [8/7/67] [599] (11/3/10-28/1-19/9/11)
  81. [xiii] Adjusted [17/7/67] [599] (11/3/10-28/1-19/9/11)
  82. [xiv] That [17/7/67] [599] (11/3/10-28/1-19/9/11)
  83. Creeping weed [25/2/69] [639] (11/3/10-28/1-20/9/11)
  84. Hateful moons [21/3/69] [642] (11/3/10-1/2-20/9/11)
  85. In [29/3/69] [643] (11/3-25/4/10)
  86. Kew Gardens [6/4/69] [648] (11/3-25/4/10)
  87. Gold [12/4/69] [649] (27/3/10-28/1-20/9/11)
  88. The world [21/4/69] [651] (11/3/10-28/1-19/9/11)
  89. I see you [4-5/5/69] [653] (11/3-25/4/10)
  90. Above [9/5/69] [654] (11/3-25/4/10)
  91. There [13/12/69] [670] (11/3-11/4/10)

  92. Poser [1967]:

  93. Leave [676] (8/2-25/4/10)

  94. Textual Notes




i.m. Michael Henry Heim
(21/1/1943-29/9/2012)
doyen of translators





Jack Ross: Celanie (2012)


Blurb:
The word

goes deep
we read it
the yearswords since
Still that

You knowthat space is infinite
you knowyou don't have to fly
you knowwhat's written in your eye
goes deep enough for me

When artist Emma Smith and poet Jack Ross came up with the idea for this book: an amalgam of images and poems, “translated” from their understanding of the work of German poet Paul Celan (1920-1970), it was the word Celanie, the description Celan himself used for the little set of Parisian streets and suburbs which constituted the heart of his world-in-exile, that inspired them.

Ross’s choice of texts has its origins in the correspondence between Celan and his wife, French artist Gisèle Celan-Lestrange, and – specifically – in the poems, often enriched with glossaries and occasionally even complete dual-text versions, which he so frequently included in his letters to her.

The decisions that lie behind the choice of subject-matter for Emma Smith’s pictures are expounded further in Bronwyn Lloyd’s Afterword, “A Figure of Polished Desolation,” especially written for this volume.







I

Stehen

[1952-1965]



I accept

_________

I resist

_________

I refuse



– Paul Celan (8/6/1961)







I have the impression
coming towards you
of leaving a world
behind
hearing doors slam
door after door
doors of misunderstanding
    false clarity
mischance

Perhaps there are far more doors
to come
perhaps I haven’t yet crossed
this field of signs
    that baffle me
but I am coming
can’t you hear me?

The beat picks up
the lights go out
    one after another
the lying mouths
choke on their bile
no more words
        no sound
but the pad of my feet

I’ll be there soon
be there with you
in the moment
that begins
all time


[7/1/52]


(9/3-11/4/10)

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Notes:
  • Maïa, mon amour, je voudrais savoir te dire … [7/1/52] / Paul Celan & Gisèle Celan-Lestrange. Correspondance (1951-1970). I – Lettres (Paris: Éditions du Seuil, 2001): 5 (p.16) / French by Paul Celan.
    Further details may be found under Textual Notes [1] below.







not always
written on your forehead
awakening the rose
from the waste
ground

Sometimes you see
across the sand
the soul
who sees your sea


[Paris, 1952]


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of a stone and a cross
in the water
and over the cross a word
circling the stone

I saw my poplar tree go down into the water
I saw how its branches gripped the bank
I saw how its roots reached up to beg for night

I did not go in after them
I collected these crumbs
    like bloody eyes
I fastened these words around your neck
and set the table where the crumbs now lie

I did not see my tree again


[Paris, Autumn 1952]


(9/3-25/4/10)

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I have returned a little
one more long week
and I’ll be there
here I’m already
there
    with you

Now say my name
    out loud
and I’ll say yours


[30/3/54]


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among the dead
bonded to your outrigger
arms tanned black
soul turned to stone

friends and strangers
tundra-folk
row through bell buoys
skirt sharkblue surf

row row row
dead swimmers follow
piercing their threadbare nets
tomorrow the sea

will turn to dust


[22/6/54]


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What we saw is coming now
to say goodbye to you and me
the sea		which tossed our nights together
the sand	which blew them back
again		the rust-red heather
under us


[Autumn 1954]


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would be light and a swimmer
in the dark, the drunken sea
so give him this drop to drink
the mirror of your dreams
the wine of the soul in your eyes

Darker your sea now, drunken
teeming with dolphins and sharks
Light would you be and a bird
There’s nothing above that’s not here.


[Paris, 20/11/54]


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I turn myself
like stone
to you above

Two creases
on my forehead
hollowed out

by driven sand
inside me
dark

criss-crossed
by blows
the place of the eye

behind
on the wall
the theatre

of memory
a voice
a drunken voice

looms up 
behind us
masked by night


[7/4/55]


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Gorselight, yellow, slopes
against the sky			Thorn
disinfects your wounds		Ring
out, it’s evening		Nothing
crosses the sea to pray
The bloodred sheet sets sail for you

Arid, dried-out, bed
behind you		Scar-
invaded			Star-
embossed	milky inlets
in the vase		Date
stones underneath, furred blue
tufts of forgetfulness
your memory
(Do you know me hands? I went by the forked route you showed me, my mouth spat pebbles, I walked through snowdrifts, shadow – do you know me?)
Hands, the thorn- burnt wound rings out Hands, nothing, the sea Hands, in the gorse-light the bloody sheet sets sail for you You you teach your teach your hands you teach your hands, you teach you teach your hands to sleep [13/8/57]


(9/3-29/4/10)

Publications:
  • “Celanie: 5 Versions from Paul Celan.” brief 41 (2010): 54-59.
  • Celanie: Poems (2010-12).” Papyri (2/1/12). [Available at http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2012/02/celanie-poems-2010-12.html].
  • “Channeling Paul Celan.” Rabbit 5: The RARE Issue (Winter 2012): 118-31.
  • Celanie Launch Sunday 25th November.” The Imaginary Museum (31/10/2012).
  • Celanie: Poems & Drawings after Paul Celan. ISBN 978-0-473-22484-4. Pania Samplers, 3 (Auckland: Pania Press, 2012): 228.
  • Broadcast on Can Poetry Save the Earth? A Public lecture with Prof. Bryan Walpert, Dr. Johanna Emeney & Jack Ross. Massey University podcast (31/5/18): [available at: Our Changing World].
  • "Can Poetry Save the Earth?" Papyri (31/5/18)

Notes:







goes deep
we read it
the years		words since
still that

you know	that space is infinite
you know	you don’t have to fly
you know	what’s written in your eye
goes deep enough for me


[5/3/59]


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(for René Char)

The times are against us
we who dare to act alive
the antihuman
        shadows us
dead – living / living – dead
no sky above
the sacred earth
        uncomforting
no consolation
nothing to say
our thoughts are teeth
one word alone
        inscribes itself


[6/1/60]


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heavy   schwer
like your years
of being here
with me

schwer  my love  hard

difficult as this
then outside
in the dark
another test

three times
once  twice    again
three times

hard harder hardest

You
never put
on a mask
with me

written in Paris, 15/12/60 transcribed in Montana, 23rd December on the “Bridge of Years”, waiting for you and your white lilies


(27/3-23/5/10)

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sung in 1961 by Paul Celan
“If your heels are nimble and light You can get there by candlelight”
Once when beggars grew on trees that was a reason to look up the wind has torn my beard away my yellow star my bushy beard crooked was the way I went crooked because I walked so straight O and they said my nose was crooked too but we were off to Babylon how many miles how many miles to the gallows tree? the almond tree the tree of alms almshouse armband the juniper the tree of bones the Mandelstam the Mandelbaum sleep tight tonight by candlelight [February 1961]


(27/1-7/8/11)

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stones go up in the air
clear, white, light-
shards

They don’t want 
to fall back, touch,
hit
    They go up
blossoming
like wild flowers
then, closing, fall
on you
my light
my truth

I look at you
you take them from my hands
you put them back into
the light, which no-one needs
to own or name


[5/11/61]


(5/3-9/6/10)

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wing at
twelve o’clock
in the Jura
at Larchstone
from the ununeasiness
where we walked
the hollow
beamed its nothing
through us


[21/10/62 / 19/3/63]


(9/3/10-27/1-6/8/11)

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is the moment
when the werewolves
stick to the horizon

No
gallowglasses
left

Alone and naked
Man
walks upright
among men


[3/11/62]


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drove me out
out of the world
                but you were there
discreet and open
    and
you welcomed us

Who
says that it all dies
when we close our eyes?
Wake up
       Start again

Two souls
can quell
a burning sun 
by standing in its way

Your lap
opened and a sigh
rose in the ether
and, through the haze, wasn’t that
something like a face?
wasn’t that something like
    a name
for us?


[24/10/63]


For you, my love, / this poem, / which, in its own way, / still helps us /  to resist
                                            Paul
    Paris, 26.4.1965


(27/1-9/8/11)

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buried deep
in the shade of the peonies

when thoughts descend
like Pentecost
your kingdom falls 
hope stills your drifting sands


[4/6/64]


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who stole most
called him the thief
those who aped him
called him the plagiarist

Those who owed him their spark
found him too passive
those whom he’d touched (and not just with words)
called him the undead

Publicity hounds
testified to their own modesty
and his hubris

Traitor assassins
called him a criminal
those who’d betrayed him
called him distrustful
those who’d insulted him
called him "too sensitive"

When he made an appeal
to solidarity
people commiserated
clapped him on the back
Those who’d orchestrated the campaign
upheld him
“as a hanged man his rope”

Those whom he’d helped climb
helped him to descend

He was cut up
and parcelled round
There were not a few friends
among the beneficiaries

One
wanted to go into bat for him –
he straddled the steps
of a certain Academy
the very same one
which gave out prizes
to those who had slandered and betrayed him
(Many others had attained
such yawning heights.)

Veterans of the Hitler Youth
helped strip him of his history
and pin it on one
who had never experienced it
and who, complacently,
acquiesced in the plans
of these old enemies.
Under their auspices she became’
the paragon of Jewishness.
They christened her Queen – whence
the red in her purple?
It’s possible, she proclaimed
That the destiny of my people
shines out from me.
Possible, yes.
                But does it?
As for the light
that shone from her already
they put it out.

Who and what
drove Nelly Sachs to madness?
Who
pushed her
to such megalomaniac delusions?

In Stockholm, I heard her say
The people in Auschwitz
Didn’t suffer what I do.
Others heard that, too
(Lenke Rohmann among them).
Who was guilty of that?
                        What shame
must hang around that head?
…


[January 1965]


(27/1-12/8/11)

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Eric
lives with us
happy
growing strong
while we work
hard    are there
for him


[6/5/65]


(27/1-12/8/11)

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it’s 
Truth itself
come among mankind
in a storm of metaphor


[7/5/65]


For you, my love,
   For you Alix-Marie-Gisèle
      Antschel, née de Lestrange, 
For you, my noble one
   For you the mother
      of my only son


(27/1-12/8/11)

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Lichtenberg’s dozen serviettes
hand-me-down with a tablecloth – a
planetary greeting to
the speech-frieze round our
death-hushed zone
of signs

His
no heaven no
earth memory
of both wiped
from the last blue
bird of happi … his
comet-tail detected
by the city wall

A throat-vent meant
to keep him
in the All

The lost red thread-
end  of
a thought
Cries crescendo
up above  / down
below – whose?
so loud

So
don’t ask me where
I’m almost
can’t say where
again


[10/5/65]


(27/1-14/8/11)

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Darkling, you give the skull cloven
in half? three-quarters? these passwords:
“Tartar darts”
               “Art-boiled”
                            “Breath”

Here they all come – male and female
Siphets and Probyls and the Lord knows what

Here comes a man

World-apple-big the tears beside you
run through / cut through
with answers
answers
answers
iced through – by whom?

Pass, you say
pass
pass, friend, pass

the leprous liplock bursts from your palate
and fans your tongue with light, alight


[14/5/65]


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of madness rotten
deep

were I ash
I’d know how
  to swallow
so much bitter
grey
how to re-
chalk the circle
  round
such sights


[9/5/65]


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of fog of stencil rise
redder than red
as the glaciers
thrust
ice-bosses south-
wards past the seal people

The trace
you witness here
was hammered in
redder than red

trepanning from your skull
buried October

minting gold
from sterile moonscapes

unfurling banners

It posts the glass-heart flyer
on the news-red bollard
spewed from the earth
by stepsons
of the pole


[4/8/65]


(27/1-14/8/11)

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on your wounds
gulp through them
    gapped with silences

small spheres of pith
from the lookniche
it descends
    unstaunched
by handkerchiefs

pearl
– you’ve made it
    heavy –
conquering the salt-bush
the double sea

Lightless it rolls, colour-
less – transfixed by your
    ivory needles
Who doesn’t know,
that the tiger stone that stung

gave up the ghost to bruise you?
and so
    where did it fall?
Let it run upstream in time
With ten halfmoons in tow

into the snakepit on
    the yellow tide qua-
    si stellar


[18/8/65]


(27/1-17/8/11)

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Notes:







out Sun
Watch your children
Stay at home
Wrap up warm


[7/9/65]


(25/9/11)

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dovetailed
           blows away the sign
dovetailed by chance
           windblown by signs

    Love
besieged by shades    beset by calculus
    Truth
besieged by shades    beset by calculus
    Man
besieged by shades    beset by calculus

you can be free
with a little help
                  from above
from truth and love

Eric you’re growing up
healthy and strong


[24/9/65]


(27/1-17/8/11)

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of truth deep in our craziness

that overturns
the state of things
as they babble
past each other

My son, much-hissed-at Justice
battling whole-heartedly
will always win


[25/10/65]


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like where we started
in the ravine
where you fell down
– it was a ravine –
I wind the musicbox again
you know?
the invisible
in
audible


[26/10/65]


(27/1-23/8/11)

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II

Immer

[1966]



We two - now & forever


– Paul Celan, under the poem "The Word"
in Die Niemandsrose (1963)







in front of your face
depths grey and blue
voices singing together
more tuneful than you

the bottomless abyss
cracks itself open
at first you’re after short-cuts
at last you just run on

those vultures’ beaks that gutted you
are trying to set you free
chained up in the Caucasus
in the great monotony


[25/2-2/3/66]


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in the earth’s wounds
outsides and insides
swapped to stop you
coining puns and memes
the rebel too chews
up his forebears
darkling buds
of May


[28/2/66]


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grey-green    freed
by strictnesss

unbridled ember
moons        lighting up
one part of the cosmos

you do that
too

in the gaps of your memory
proud candles brand
their words of power


[17/3/66]


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doubts
out on that meadow
by the glacier

tomorrow-man
laid bare
by his boss of stone

wells dug deep
through banks of clay

croaking after
names and voices
a hand in need
a star indeed

your gaze imperturbable

one more death than you
I’ve died
Yes
    one


[20/3/66]


(27/1-24/8/11)

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close-
mouthed clan
spied through clear wood
crawling through
the royal dust

we don’t live here
anymore

besieged
by the unmissable
great and unsilenceable
You

Heard you must be
Seen you must be
Said you must be


[21/3/66]


(27/1-24/8/11)

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by conduits of sorrow
soul
bitter

listening for a word
sturdy
free

good vibrations heard
again

among us?


[26/3/66]


(27/1-26/8/11)

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despair disgust
helps you shape-
shift

speechless comes
the unearthly
folding
back onto itself

by that earthling
feathering himself
a new nest
in the elm-roots
freed from dreams

once and for all?


[26/3/66]


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hissed off
the sign
swollen by dreams
of the place

they named

Now
make the sand-born leaf
your sign
till the sky burns


[28/3/66]


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you dropping
the tagged
anchor-stone?

Nothing holds me here

not the night of the living
nor the night of the proud
nor the night of many hands

Help me roll the doorstone
back across the empty tomb


[28/3/66]


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three times 
graced with gifts
clear from afar

the Elm-root
looses lovers
from the thicket

heavy-tongued sayings
old & fatal sound out
again    come closer
dazzling

over the table
float double-handled
golden grails
             None
of those who fought so wildly
ever came so close
to dauntless


[29/3/66]


(5/3/10-28/1-26/8/11)

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  • Celanie: Poems & Drawings after Paul Celan. ISBN 978-0-473-22484-4. Pania Samplers, 3 (Auckland: Pania Press, 2012): 86.

Notes:







light
the messenger-
bright day

brings louder
and louder blessings
to the bloody ear


[30/3/66]


(28/1-31/8/11)

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of the undivided
in your speech
night-bright

countercharm, contra-
dictory

To the alien high-
water mark scoured
of this
life


[31/3/66]

for you Gisele, today & always


(28/1-31/8/11)

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traced on the outer
skin    in-
expungeable

The dance was over
some time ago
the cash-fat
wait in the driveway
where it all happens

again
at long-last
bloodily


[26/3/66]


(5/3/10-28/1-31/8/11)

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fearless
the lamp lets its light
fall on us

many-tongued flame
seeks out cold iron
from a hairsbreadth
hears it hiss

found
lost

So heavily
for minutes at a time
we read
the crushing
clauses


[4/4/66]


(28/1-31/8/11)

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strung between two
highborn heads
reach with your hands
for the Ever-Outer

the rope
should sing    it sings

the sound
shatters the seals
you break


[6/4–17/4//66]


(28/1-1/9/11)

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light you crash
into the moving
backdrop

brake brake – straight through

you know the sound
of crying know
that you’d be crying too

you can’t do more
the game goes on

rolls
through letter gaps
unstoppable

booms out inaudibly
winners and losers
 
 
[7/4/66]


(28/1-4/9/11)

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from the tightrope
you tot up
what can be counted on
with such rich gifts

the chalk-white face
of the ringmaster

scratches with bright nails
your name in lights

At the same time
(humanly)
mixes in darkness

you know it

even through
the mask of these
stubborn games


[7/4/66]


(4/5/10-28/1-4/9/11)

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Notes:







the Turkish lilac
comes with questions
something more than scent
will be your reward


[8/4/66]


(28/1-4/9/11)

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of feelings
born of pain

it doesn’t
bring up
many names

harsh
unmistakable
looming
out of the bush
to take you on

spiny

a whiff of death
with it
        as well


[9/4/66]


(28/1-6/9/11)

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With us
there have been certain
speedbumps
yet we’re still
intact
unstoppable
despite oncoming
roadblocks


[16/4/66]

for Eric, with a kiss from his father


(28/1-6/9/11)

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threaded through our days

again and again
scudding alone
beyond the lifeguard towers
the sturdy wing
of a black-backed
gull


[22/4/66]


(5/3/10-28/1-7/9/11)

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a few lines here from a world
our world, just ours:
Don’t lose yourself between the worlds trust your tears & learn to live
[23/4/66]


(5/3-25/4/10)

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on offer to the night
from hands
deep-glazed with clay

under the strobe lights
forevermore uprisen
that scintillating
Ungod
some part of you
will bow to
in the gap


[27/4/66]


(28/1-9/9/11)

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No
much less than that
much more

Some things are omitted
by the babbling pigeons
on their perches

eye and eyed soldered
together climb the vantage
point above the far
allotments of the shire 

A language
gives birth to itself
by means of poems
ground out by automatons
each individual
cog


[1/5/66]


(11-3/10-28/1-9/9/11)

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by courtesy
of the wind-whipped marram grass
when you spin the wheel of fortune
under heaven
I will not be there
the wheel that straddles the sky
whose hub
far-off
unthinkably
I hold on to
a loner
writing


[2/5/66]


(11/3/10-28/1-10/9/11)

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Four lines, here, tonight, on the lime
leaves that made me faint, keeping that,
all that, for those falling headlong upwards,
is a psalm, in a screech of metal.

One must be courageous to accept such short poems.
                                I kiss you

                                                Paul

                              Hug our son.

Don’t forget, for Thursday: two light shirts, some summer pyjamas, 
Uniprix slippers.

lime-leaved faint
for the upfallen
clattering
psalm


[2/5/66]


(28/1/11-10/9/11)

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corners
deep in the nowhere
we stay the same
ambient
starlight
blesses us both


[13/6/66]


(28/1-10/9/11)

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III

Le Pont des Années

[1967-1969]



To Gisèle,
on the Bridge of the years



– Paul Celan, Dedication in Atemswende (Ist September, 1967)







the barn swallow’s
at its zenith

as the clock strikes
One rushes to meet
the hour hand

the shark spits out
the Inca live

(this was in colonial times
in Human-land)

what goes around
comes around
like us

unplugged


[24/5/67]


(28/1-12/9/11)

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If one of these stones could
let us know 
what keeps it silent
here
near the old man’s Zimmer-frame
it would open like a wound
into which one dives
alone
far from my voice
from all our redrafts
white


[4/8/67]


(28/1-12/9/11)

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timetables
half-changelings haul
one of our worlds

lean years turned inward
speak from the bowed heads
along the bank

Dead-quit
God-quit


[3/12/67]


(28/1-13/9/11)

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with flecks of yellow windows

the stars of Jacob’s staff
  above the stump
of Anhalt Station

fireworks-time
  still nothing
ecunemical

from the Existential bar
  to the
Snow bar


[23/12/67]


(28/1-13/9/11)

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in the wind

One’s playing the viola arms akimbo in the jug
One’s standing on his head in the word Enough
One’s hanging in the doorway by the windlass

This year’s
not galloping by
it’s switched December for November
it’s picking at scabs
it’s gaping before you 
young
gravediggers
twelvemouthed


[25/12/67]


(28/1-13/9/11)

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with the rotten crusts
of mad-bread

Drink
from my mouth


[2/1/68]


(28/1-13/9/11)

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unreadable
everything double

hoarse    the almighty clock
approves the hour’s
stroke

trapped in the depths
of your voice
you rise from you
forever


[5/1/68]


(28/1-13/9/11)

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into that voice?
What’s it
sewing
this way
that way?

The precipice swears
by white alone
vomits up
the snow-needle

swallow it

you order the world
that counts as much
as reciting nine names
on your knees

Tumuli Tumuli
you
heap those mounds up
come alive
in a kiss

in the distance
a fin
lights up the bay
cast anchor
your shadow’s
lost in the undergrowth

arrival
survival

a beetle spots you
you face
each other
silk-worms
cocoon you

the great
globe
will let you pass

soon 
a leaf transfuses you
sparks 
piped through
before you choke

you have the right to one tree
to one day
it notes down your number

a word with all its green
burrows in to plant itself

follow it


[10/1/68]


(28/1-14/9/11)

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Notes:





Black Toll

[i-xiv]







what’s left of sight
in Dormitory 1001

daily all night
the bears polka

they’ll school you

again you’ll become
He


[9/6/67]


(27/3/10-28/1-16/9/11)

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and he came to
the orphan’s rag his flag

no shortcuts
the nightmare straight

as if as if
    caught in a thicket of oranges
hag-ridden, he had nothing on
except his
first
birthmark-mottled se-
cret-stained
skin


[9-10-11/6-10/9/67]


(27/3/10-28/1-16/9/11)

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with my stone club
I break inside
casting upstream
to the homeland of the
melting ice
    to him
carved
with what totem?
fire-flint
in the dwarf-birch whistle

lemmings multiply

nothing later

no
urn-cupula 	no
incised disc	no
starfoot-fibula

unappeased    untrammelled
artless
the all-changing
come grating in
behind


[14/6/67]


(27/3/10-28/1-17/9/11)

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with the ash-ladle
in the trough of being
    soapy
second time round
one to each other

incomprehensibly fed
now far away from us
already – why?
raised to be divided

then (on the third
try?) blown
behind the horn
standing in front of
the sector of tears
once twice    three times

the odd number does it
from the budding
split
flagged
lung


[15/6/67]


(27/3/10-28/1-17/9/11)

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with microliths
gift-giving    taking
hands

A conversation 
shuttling from side to side
singed by shimmering
gusts of fire

One sign
crams it together
in answer to this
brooding rock-art


[16/6/67]


(11/3/10-28/1-18/9/11)

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into the night
helpful
star-permeable
leaf as mouth

it’s still
something to waste wildly
treefully


[20/6/67]


(11/3/10-28/1-18/9/11)

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deep in the scrub
when you came crawling up

We couldn’t 
overshadow you
due to
the limits of light


[24/6/67]


(11/3/10-28/1-18/9/11)

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on your leftover moons
Saturn

sealed with shrapnel
orbiting the rings
outside

This must be the moment
for a true
rebirth


[27-28/6/67]


(11/3/10-28/1-18/9/11)

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came to be with you?
the skylark stone
in the crease

No sound
only sharp light
can help
to carry it

Heights swirl
above
sheerer
than you


[1/7/67]


(11/3-11/4/10)

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with reflections
with sky beetles
in the mountain

that death
that you still owe me
I’m bringing it 
up


[5/7/67]


(11/3/10-28/1-18/9/11)

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on yet another
start

front wheel distorts
with Coriolis force

darkness answers
to the steering-wheel
your outlined veins
knit themselves up

what you are now subsides sideways
you gain
height


[8/7/67]


(11/3/10-28/1-19/9/11)

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collector
towards night
your sack full
beams of light
at your fingertips
for the winged
messenger
the word
herd


[8/7/67]


(11/3/10-28/1-19/9/11)

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to your mask
lost wax
cast

the eye-
lid opposite’s
identical
in length

line and line
smudged grey at last
death-like


[17/7/67]


(11/3/10-28/1-19/9/11)

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which threw
us together
breaks us apart

world-stone
far from the sun
you hum


[17/7/67]


(11/3/10-28/1-19/9/11)

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convolvulus
you snare
one style of speech

the quisling Aster
buddies up with you

when he who
broke his Lyre
starts speaking to the Staff
he
    everyone else
need not fear
blindness


[25/2/69]


(11/3/10-28/1-20/9/11)

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lie drooling
behind nothing

the clever hopes
half-hopes
expire

blue light now
blue light in bushels

misery flares
in cobbled gutters

a game of pitch and toss
saves face

you stow your altars
inside time


[21/3/69]


(11/3/10-1/2-20/9/11)

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the time-heave
that puzzles out
our worlds

the seagull suspends
    itself
the crab transforms

the ice below us
creaks through
all our names


[Dover – London
29/3/69]


(11/3-25/4/10)

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Here, where
you put yourself back
in my hands
at the ebb tide of the year

where the fears resolve
dissolve in blue
alone


[6/4/69]


(11/3-25/4/10)

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which grows over
the back of the black hand
the way
the footpath towards you
over the bevelled stone
through a time of lost dream

two sand hills
gnawed away by the wind
stand by you

a bog infested with stars
spreads round the pine

the chorus
of planetree stumps
bows to the prayers
against prayer

from treering
segments
I try to build names
you stake them
on wheels of rain

locusts will swarm
out from my beard

in front of the beehive cells
there’s just one
tear


[12/4/69]


(27/3/10-28/1-20/9/11)

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fingers you
question how
rough it is

by the barbed-wire almond
can you feel sure
you’re coming to?

sense the touch of light
on your skin


[21/4/69]


(11/3/10-1/2-19/9/11)

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in the wrinkled
forehead
of the diving whale

you see me
sky
impales itself

the starfish couches
in the foam

someone who’s seen it
all whispers aloud
a mouthful of nothing

cradling nothing


[4-5/5/69]


(11/3-25/4/10)

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and beyond you
lies your destiny

white-eyed refugee
from a song
            something
sticks to it that helps
you free
         your tongue
even at noon
out there


[9/5/69]


(11/3-25/4/10)

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will be something later
that fills itself
              with you

From my shattered
mind
I watch my hand
    inscribe
around us both
a circle


[13/12/69]


(11/3-11/4/10)

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IV

Poser

[1967]




Dear Paul,

those tulips, their red, their life, this morning, at 6
a.m., after so few hours of sleep. they were still with me.
Your poem keeps me company too.
...
Thank you, thank you again.
Have a wonderful time in Germany.



– Gisèle Celan-Lestrange's last letter to Paul Celan
(Paris, 20 March 1970)










the maid’s key on the
  chest-of drawers!
Pack the big tartan suitcase
  and the big brown suitcase
Leave the coffee and pastries for Harriet
  in the kitchen
  cigarettes
  a bottle of grape juice
Fix the typewriter!
Pack a ream of paper +
  1 lined notebook
  1 packet of carbon-paper
  1 plain notebook
_______________

My Basque beret
My summer gloves
  – please return –

the list of people
  who’ve telephoned

Pack:
  my leather briefcase
  my summer scarf
_______________

If you’re going to Moisville, could you please bring back all the 
Emily Dickinson collections (especially the French translations) 
and the big selection of poems by Supervielle?
                             Thanks
                                    P.


[24/6/67]


(8/2-25/4/10)

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Key:
mode of composition:
PC: Fr =French by Paul Celan [4 in 89 poems]
PC: lit. trans =Literal translation by Paul Celan [29/89]
PC: n = Explanatory notes by Paul Celan [30/89]
PC: var =Variant versions [4/89]
PC: vocab =Vocabulary notes by Paul Celan [17/89]
source of text:
Celan, Paul, and Gisèle Celan-Lestrange. Correspondance (1951-1970), avec un choix de letters de Paul Celan à son fils Eric. I – Lettres. Ed. Bertrand Badiou and Eric Celan. La Librairie du XXIe siècle. Paris: Éditions du Seuil, 2001. [C1]

Celan, Paul, and Gisèle Celan-Lestrange. Correspondance (1951-1970), avec un choix de letters de Paul Celan à son fils Eric. II – Commentaires et Illustrations. Ed. Bertrand Badiou and Eric Celan. La Librairie du XXIe siècle. Paris: Éditions du Seuil, 2001. [C2]

Celan, Paul. Die Gedichte: Kommentierte Gesamtausgabe in einem Band. Ed. Barbara Weidemann. Frankfurt am Main: Suhrkamp, 2003. [BW]
  • Von Schwelle zu Schwelle (1955) [VS]
  • Sprachgitter (1959) [SG]
  • Die Niemandsrose (1963) [DN]
  • Atemwende (1967) [AW]
  • Fadensonnen (1968) [FS]
  • Eingedunkelt (1968) [ED]
  • Lichtzwang (1970) [LZ]
  • Schneepart (1971) [SP]
  • Zeitgehöft (1976) [ZG]
  • Die Gedichte aus dem Nachlass (1997) [AN]

Paul Celan – Die Goll-Affäre. Dokumente zu eine „Infamie“, zusammengestellt, herausgegeben und kommentiert von Barbara Weidemann. Frankfurt am Main: Suhrkamp, 2000. [GA]




    Title
    [date of composition]
    [letter no.] / page no.
    (mode of composition)
    source of text

  1. Maïa, mon amour, je voudrais savoir te dire
    [7/1/52]
    [5] / C1, 16
    (PC: Fr)
    (-)
  2. Nicht immer
    [1952]
    [22] / C1, 38-39
    (PC: vocab)
    (-)
  3. Ich hörte sagen, es sei
    [automne 1952] [23] / C1, 39-40 (PC: vocab) BW, 63 (VS)
  4. Déjà, je suis un peu rentré
    [30/3/54]
    [37] / C1, 55
    (PC: Fr)
    (-)
  5. INSELHIN
    [22/6/54]
    [42] / C1, 60-61
    (PC: lit. trans)
    BW, 88 (VS)
  6. Plage du Toulinget
    [automne 1954]
    [43] / C1, 61-62
    (PC: lit. trans / vocab)
    BW, 69 [“Bretonischer Strand”] (VS)
  7. Leicht willst du sein und ein Schwimmer
    [20/11/54]
    [44] / C1, 62-63
    (PC: vocab)
    BW, 447-48 [“Auf der Klippe”] (VS)
  8. So rag ich, steinern
    [7/4/55]
    [58] / C1, 73-74
    (PC: lit. trans)
    BW, 95 [“Heute und Morgen”] (SG)
  9. MATIÈRE DE BRETAGNE
    [13/8/57]
    [83] / C1, 92-94
    (PC: vocab)
    BW, 102 (SG)
  10. Das Wort vom Zur-Tiefe-Gehn
    [5/3/59]
    [106] / C1, 106
    (PC: n)
    Das Wort vom Zur-Tiefe-Gehn
    [21/11/65]
    [302] / C1, 320-21
    (PC: n / var)
    BW, 125 (DN)
  11. Le temps s’acharne contre ceux qui osent
    [6/1/60]
    [114] / C2: 130
    (PC: Fr)
    (-)
  12. Und schwer.
    [15/12/60]
    [130] / C1, 126-27
    (PC: n)
    BW, 458 (AN)
  13. Ein Gauner- und Ganovenweise, im Februar 1961 gesungen von Paul Celan
    [2/61]
    [133] / C1, 130-31
    BW, 135-36 (DN)
  14. Die hellen
    [5/11/61]
    [138] / C1, 133-35
    BW, 147 (DN)
  15. Eine Stunde hinter
    [21/10/62]
    [153] / C1, 154
    Eine Handstunde hinter
    [19/3/63]
    [175] / C1, 172-73
    (PC: var)
    BW, 465 (AN)
  16. Dies ist der Augenblick, da
    [3/11/62]
    [158] / C1, 159
    BW, 473 (AN)
  17. Mit allen Gedanken ging ich
    [24/10/63]
    [176] / C1, 174-75
    (PC: n)
    BW, 130 (DN)
  18. Das Stundenglas, tief
    [4/6/64]
    [184] / C1, 181-82
    (PC: var )
    BW, 188 (AW)
  19. Die ihn bestohlen hatten
    [January 1965]
    [212] / C1, 223-28
    GA, no. 288
  20. Und unser Sohn Eric
    [6/5/65]
    [221] / C1, 233-34
    (PC: n)
    (-)
  21. Ein Dröhnen: es ist
    [7/5/65]
    [222] / C1, 235
    (PC: n)
    BW, 206 (AW)
  22. Erinnerung an D.
    [10/5/65]
    [231] / C1, 241-43
    BW, 207 [“Lichtenbergs zwölf”] (AW)
  23. Give the Word
    [14/5/65]
    [236] / C1, 246-48
    BW, 208 (AW)
  24. Irrenäpfe, vergammelte
    [9/5/65]
    [236] / C1, 248
    BW, 207 (AW)
  25. DUNSTBÄNDER-, SPRUCHBÄNDER-AUFSTAND
    [4/8/65]
    [253] / C1, 274-76
    (PC: vocab)
    BW, 212 (AW)
  26. RUH AUS IN DEINEN WUNDEN
    [18/8/65]
    [264] / C1, 289-91
    (PC: vocab)
    BW, 213 (AW)
  27. Komm o Sonne!
    [7/9/65]
    [275] / C1, 303 (-)
  28. Gezinkt der Zufall, und zreweht die Zeichen
    [24/9/65]
    BW, 222 (FS)
    [282] / C1, 308-9
  29. Die Unze Wahrheit tief im Wahn
    [25/10/65]
    [296] / C1, 316-17
    BW, 227 (FS)
  30. In den Geräuschen, wie unser Anfang
    [26/10/65]
    [300] / C1, 319
    (PC: n / vocab)
    BW, 228 (FS)
  31. Um dein Gesicht die Tiefen
    [25/2-2/3/66]
    [359] / C1, 376-77
    BW, 486 (AN)
  32. Flüssiges Gold, in den Erdwunden erkennbar
    [28/2/66]
    BW, 486 (AN)
    [359] / C1, 377-78
  33. ANGEFOCHTENER Stein
    [17/3/66]
    [373] / C1, 390-91
    BW, 267 (ED)
  34. Die Atemlosigkeiten des Denkens
    [20/3/66]
    [376] / C1, 393-94
    (PC: n)
    BW, 486 (AN)
  35. KANTIGE, schief-
    [21/3/66]
    [379] / C1, 396-97
    (PC: n / vocab)
    BW, 487 (AN)
  36. Unterhöhlt
    [26/3/66]
    [382] / C1, 400-1
    (PC: n)
    BW, 487 (AN)
  37. Vor Scham, vor Verzweiflung
    [26/3/66]
    [383] / C1, 401-2
    BW, 488 (AN)
  38. ÜBER DIE KÖPFE
    [28/3/66]
    [386] / C1, 403-4
    (PC: n)
    BW, 266 (ED)
  39. WIRFST du den beschrifteten
    [28/3/66]
    [386] / C1, 404
    (PC: n)
    BW, 266 (ED)
  40. Der Ungebändigte, dreimal
    [29/3/66]
    [388] / C1, 406-7
    (PC: n)
    BW, 265 (ED) [“Deutlich”]
  41. NACH DEM LICHTVERZICHT
    [30/3/66]
    [389] / C1, 408
    (PC: n)
    BW, 265 (ED)
  42. Einbruch des Ungeschiedenen
    [31/3/66]
    [391] / C1, 409-10
    (PC: n)
    BW, 268 (ED)
  43. Das Narbenwahre, verhakt
    [26/3/66]
    [396-7] / C1, 414-16
    (PC: n / vocab)
    BW, 488 (AN)
  44. Bedenkenlos
    [4/4/66]
    [398-9] / C1, 416-18
    (PC: n / vocab)
    BW, 265 (ED)
  45. Das Seil, zwischen zwei hoch-
    [6/4/66]
    [401] / C1, 420-21
    (PC: n / vocab)
    Das Seil, zwischen zwei
    [17/4/66]
    [408] / C1, 429-30
    BW, 489 (AN)
  46. Mit dem rotierenden
    [7/4/66]
    [402] / C1, 422-23
    BW, 489 (AN)
  47. Vom Hochseil herab-
    [7/4/66]
    [403] / C1, 423-24
    (PC: n / vocab)
    BW, 266 (ED)
  48. ... Oder es kommt
    [8/4/66]
    [404] / C1, 425
    (PC: lit. trans / n)
    BW, 490 (AN)
  49. Notgesang der Gedanken
    [9/4/66]
    [405] / C1, 425-27
    (PC: n / vocab)
    BW, 490 (AN)
  50. Mit uns
    [16/4/66]
    [409] / C1, 430-31
    (PC: lit. trans)
    BW, 268 (ED)
  51. Wildnisse, den Tagen um uns einverwoben
    [22/4/66]
    [412] / C1, 435
    (PC: n)
    BW, 492 (AN)
  52. Schreib dich nicht
    [Paris: 23/4/66]
    [415] / C1, 438
    (PC: n)
    BW, 493 (AN)
  53. Weihgüsse, zur Nacht
    [27/4/66]
    [421] / C1, 442-43
    (PC: n / vocab)
    BW, 493 (AN)
  54. Die Zerstörungen? – Nein, weniger
    [1/5/66]
    [424] / C1, 446-47
    (PC: n)
    BW, 494 (AN)
  55. Herbeigewehte mit dem voll
    [2/5/66]
    [428] / C1, 450-51
    (PC: n)
    BW, 494 (AN)
  56. Lindenblättige Ohnmacht, der
    [2/5/66]
    [429] / C1, 451-52
    (PC: lit. trans / n)
    BW, 494 (AN)
  57. Schlafbrocken, Keile
    [13/6/66]
    [455] / C1, 478-79
    (PC: n)
    BW, 231 (FS)
  58. DIE RAUCHSCHWALBE STAND IM ZENITH, DIE PFEIL-
    [24/5/67]
    BW, 258 (FS)
    [508] / C1, 529-30
    (PC: n)
  59. BEI BRÂNCUŞI, ZU ZWEIT
    [4/8/67]
    [540] / C1, 554-55
    BW, 280 (LZ)
  60. TRECKSCHUTENZEIT
    [3/12/67]
    [595] / C1, 603-4
    (PC: n)
    BW, 304 (LZ)
  61. LILA LUFT mit gelben Fensterflecken
    [23/12/67]
    [595] / C1, 604
    (PC: vocab)
    BW, 316 (SP)
  62. BRUNNENGRÄBER im Wind
    [25/12/67]
    [595] / C1, 605
    BW, 316 (SP)
  63. DAS ANGEBROCHENE JAHR
    [2/1/68]
    [595] / C1, 606
    (PC: vocab)
    BW, 317 (SP)
  64. UNLESBARKEIT dieser
    [5/1/68]
    [595] / C1, 606-7
    BW, 317 (SP)
  65. WAS NÄHT
    [10/1/68]
    [597] / C1, 608-11
    (PC: n)
    BW, 317 (SP)
  66. [Schwarzmaut]:
  67. [i] HÖRRESTE, SEHRESTE im
    [9/6/67]
    [599] / C1, 612-13
    (PC: lit. trans)
    BW, 275 (LZ)
  68. [ii] IHN RITT DIE NACHT, er war zu sich gekommen
    [9-10-11/6-10/9/67] [599] / C1, 613-14 (PC: lit. trans) BW, 275 (LZ)
  69. [iii] MUSCHELHAUFEN: mit
    [14/6/67]
    [599] / C1, 614-15
    (PC: lit. trans)
    BW, 275-76 (LZ)
  70. [iv] MIT DER ASCHENKELLE GESCHÖPFT
    [15/6/67]
    [599] / C1, 615-17
    (PC: lit. trans)
    BW, 276-77 (LZ)
  71. [v] MIT MIKROLITHEN GESPICKTE
    [16/6/67]
    [599] / C1, 617-18
    (PC: lit. trans)
    BW, 277 (LZ)
  72. [vi] IN DIE NACHT GEGANGEN, helferisch
    [20/6/67]
    [599] / C1, 618
    (PC: lit. trans)
    BW, 277 (LZ)
  73. [vii] WIR LAGEN schon tief in der Macchia, als du
    [24/6/67]
    [599] / C1, 618-19
    (PC: lit. trans)
    BW, 277 (LZ)
  74. [viii] TRETMINEN auf deinen linken
    [27-28/6/67]
    [599] / C1, 619
    (PC: lit. trans)
    BW, 278 (LZ)
  75. [ix] WER SCHLUG SICH ZU DIR?
    [1/7/67]
    [599] / C1, 619-20
    (PC: lit. trans)
    BW, 278 (LZ)
  76. [x] ABGLANZBELADEN, bei den
    [5/7/67]
    [599] / C1, 620-21
    (PC: lit. trans)
    BW, 278 (LZ)
  77. [xi] FREIGEGEBEN auch dieser
    [8/7/67]
    [599] / C1, 621-22
    (PC: lit. trans)
    BW, 278-79 (LZ)
  78. [xii] BAKEN-
    [8/7/67]
    [599] / C1, 622
    (PC: lit. trans)
    BW, 279 (LZ)
  79. [xiii] AUS VERLORNEM Gegossene du
    [17/7/67]
    [599] / C1, 622-23
    (PC: lit. trans)
    BW, 279 (LZ)
  80. [xiv] WAS UNS ZUSAMMENWARF
    [17/7/67]
    [599] / C1, 623
    (PC: lit. trans)
    BW, 279 (LZ)
  81. Wanderstaude, du fängst dir
    [25/2/69]
    [639] / C1, 658
    (PC: lit. trans)
    BW, 349 (ZG)
  82. Gehässige Monde
    [21/3/69]
    [642] / C1, 660-61
    (PC: lit. trans)
    BW, 349 (ZG)
  83. Im Zeithub
    [29/3/69]
    [643] / C1, 661-62
    (PC: lit. trans)
    BW, 549 (AN)
  84. Kew Gardens
    [6/4/69]
    [648] / C1, 667-68
    (PC: lit. trans)
    BW, 549 (AN)
  85. Gold, das den nubischen
    [12/4/69]
    [649] / C1, 668-69
    (PC: lit. trans)
    BW, 350 (ZG)
  86. Welt
    [21/4/69]
    [651] / C1, 670-71
    (PC: lit. trans)
    BW, 549-50 (AN)
  87. Von der sinkenden Walstirn
    [4-5/5/69]
    [653] / C1, 673-74
    (PC: lit. trans / var)
    BW, 350 (ZG)
  88. Über dich hinaus
    [9/5/69]
    [654] / C1, 675
    (PC: lit. trans)
    BW, 351 (ZG)
  89. Es wird etwas sein, später
    [13/12/69]
    [670] / C1, 687-88
    (PC: lit. trans)
    BW, 363-64 (ZG)
  90. Poser la clé de la chambre de bonne sur le bureau !
    [24/6/67]
    [676] / C1, 692
    (PC: Fr)
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