what’s the use of poetry
I ask you – what
does poetry reconcile
our divorced parents
pit-a-pat holding hands
bring them together again
as it’s often seen
as has always been
birdsong and sunshine
why do we need poetry
does it somehow help
to give up alcohol
by god’s arse
I said “give up alcohol”
why give it up
it’s our national idiosyncrasy
a trademark more powerful than ”welcome to estonia”
I will motherfuckin’ phone ya
then we’ll go to a bar
already hemingway knew
that in each port in the world
there’s an estonian
completely plastered
pissed and broke
why do we need poetry
when our mothers start off
as alconauts of outer space
or vanish into working race
a crack appears between us
leaving no common place
and antidepressants rule
in a castrated universe
what’s the use of poetry
whether anybody gives a damn
when an arseful of idiots
writes pretty and vague words
that war is bad
don’t wage wars
is any lives spared then
that money is bad
I will not go to the surreal superhypermegamarket today
what’s the use of poetry
does it pay my rent
and goes to work for me
and has a clever idea
how I could even
fall in love with my wife again
does it keep away hunger
and watch over me one drunken night
in town
and when I’m down
and beat
and passers-by won’t stop
does it help me to my feet
on the other hand
who needs the republic of estonia
the republic of estonia is like the poetry of a compulsive scribbler
the land of windyes thanks-please farewell
blow me away from here into hell
and the banks are like classic
poetry worth gold and
scientists are messing with their rhymes
a sociologist is searching
for alliterative words to
get some life into
foggy research files
yes and sex is like poetry
a proper fuck contains quite a few
four-foot trochees
professional sport is written
in elegiac distichs
I ask why
why
do we need poetry
I ask myself and the guy
who washes cars for living
and that pretty
babe at the foreign cultural institute
who imports poets
and the gaytvnewsreader in the pretty nightclub
neon lit
I phone the sex line and
the 24-hour locksmith
and ask them who needs
poooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooetry
listen what they tell me
listen yourself
this is almost poetry
this is almost
worthy of our greatest poet’s strophes
yes indeed
why
Jürgen Rooste (born 1979) Estonia
Translated by the Translators’ Seminar in Käsmu, Estonia
I ask you – what
does poetry reconcile
our divorced parents
pit-a-pat holding hands
bring them together again
as it’s often seen
as has always been
birdsong and sunshine
why do we need poetry
does it somehow help
to give up alcohol
by god’s arse
I said “give up alcohol”
why give it up
it’s our national idiosyncrasy
a trademark more powerful than ”welcome to estonia”
I will motherfuckin’ phone ya
then we’ll go to a bar
already hemingway knew
that in each port in the world
there’s an estonian
completely plastered
pissed and broke
why do we need poetry
when our mothers start off
as alconauts of outer space
or vanish into working race
a crack appears between us
leaving no common place
and antidepressants rule
in a castrated universe
what’s the use of poetry
whether anybody gives a damn
when an arseful of idiots
writes pretty and vague words
that war is bad
don’t wage wars
is any lives spared then
that money is bad
I will not go to the surreal superhypermegamarket today
what’s the use of poetry
does it pay my rent
and goes to work for me
and has a clever idea
how I could even
fall in love with my wife again
does it keep away hunger
and watch over me one drunken night
in town
and when I’m down
and beat
and passers-by won’t stop
does it help me to my feet
on the other hand
who needs the republic of estonia
the republic of estonia is like the poetry of a compulsive scribbler
the land of windyes thanks-please farewell
blow me away from here into hell
and the banks are like classic
poetry worth gold and
scientists are messing with their rhymes
a sociologist is searching
for alliterative words to
get some life into
foggy research files
yes and sex is like poetry
a proper fuck contains quite a few
four-foot trochees
professional sport is written
in elegiac distichs
I ask why
why
do we need poetry
I ask myself and the guy
who washes cars for living
and that pretty
babe at the foreign cultural institute
who imports poets
and the gaytvnewsreader in the pretty nightclub
neon lit
I phone the sex line and
the 24-hour locksmith
and ask them who needs
poooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooetry
listen what they tell me
listen yourself
this is almost poetry
this is almost
worthy of our greatest poet’s strophes
yes indeed
why
Jürgen Rooste (born 1979) Estonia
Translated by the Translators’ Seminar in Käsmu, Estonia
Source: LyrikLine
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