Poem
Paul Bogaert
CIRCULAR SYSTEMS
When one places the handonto the kind of rubber
and feels the knobs
of a body frame beneath,
then in escalator time a distance stretches out:
between the hand that gradually takes a lead
and the rest of the body in tow.
More and more in that fashion
till one lets go of the hand and gets used to forces again
that are immensely restraining, as to an escape.
© Translation: 2006, John Irons
CIRCULAIRE SYSTEMEN
CIRCULAIRE SYSTEMEN
Als men de hand legtop het soort caoutchouc
en men dan willens nillens de onder zich doorschuivende
knobbels van een geraamte daaronder bevoelt,
dan rekt zich in een roltraptijd
een afstand uit: tussen de hand, die geleidelijk een voorsprong
neemt en de rest van het lichaam erachter.
Meer en meer op die manier
tot men de hand lost en weer aan krachten went
die ontzettend remmend zijn, als aan een ontsnapping.
© 2002, Paul Bogaert
From: Circulaire systemen
Publisher: Meulenhoff, Amsterdam
From: Circulaire systemen
Publisher: Meulenhoff, Amsterdam
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CIRCULAR SYSTEMS
When one places the handonto the kind of rubber
and feels the knobs
of a body frame beneath,
then in escalator time a distance stretches out:
between the hand that gradually takes a lead
and the rest of the body in tow.
More and more in that fashion
till one lets go of the hand and gets used to forces again
that are immensely restraining, as to an escape.
© 2006, John Irons
From: Circulaire systemen
From: Circulaire systemen
CIRCULAR SYSTEMS
When one places the handonto the kind of rubber
and feels the knobs
of a body frame beneath,
then in escalator time a distance stretches out:
between the hand that gradually takes a lead
and the rest of the body in tow.
More and more in that fashion
till one lets go of the hand and gets used to forces again
that are immensely restraining, as to an escape.
© 2006, John Irons
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