(for Oliver Sacks)<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
Spring this year in Austria started off benign,
the heavens lucid, the air stable, the about
sane to all feeders, vegetate or bestial:
the deathless minerals looked pleased with their regime,
where what is not forbidden is compulsory.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
Shadows of course there are, Porn-Ads, with-it clergy,
and hubby next door has taken to the bottle,
but You have preserved Your poise, strange rustic object,
whom I, made in God’s Image but already warped,
a malapert will-worship, must bow as Me.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
My mortal Manor, the carnal territory
alloted to my manage, my fosterling too,
I must earn cash to support, my tutor also,
but for whose neural instructions I could never
acknowledge what is or imagine what is not.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
Instinctively passive, I guess, having neither
fangs nor talons nor hooves nor venom, and therefore
too prone to let the sun go down upon your funk,
a poor smeller, or rather a censor of smells,
with an omnivore palate that can take hot food.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
Unpredictably, decades ago, You arrived
among that unending cascade of creatures spewed
from Nature’s maw. A random event, says Science.
Random my bottom! A true miracle, say I,
for who is not certain that he was meant to be?<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
Enguany la primavera ha comen\u00e7at benigna: D’ombres, per descomptat, n’hi ha: anuncis pornogr\u00e0fics, Tu ets el meu senyoratge mortal, territori carnal D’instint passiu – em sembla – , sense grans ullals Imprevisiblement, fa d\u00e8cades, vas arribar As You augmented and developed a profile, Seldom have You been a bother. For many years You are the Injured Party for, if short sighted, I’m always amazed at how little I know You. Our marriage is a drama, but no stage-play where Mentre prenia forma i augmentava el teu perfil, Poques vegades has estat una mol\u00e8stia. Durant molts anys Tu ets la Part Perjudicada; si ets miop \u00e9s perqu\u00e8 Jo, Sempre em sorpr\u00e8n el poc que s\u00e9 de Tu. Nom\u00e9s conec El nostre matrimoni \u00e9s un drama; per\u00f2 no cap obra Demands to close or open, include or eject, For dreams, I quite irrationally, reproach You. Thanks to Your otherness, Your jocular concords, Whoever coined the phrase The Body Politic? Time, we both know, will decay You, and already Les ordres per obrir i tancar, incloure o expulsar, Et recrimino irracionalment els somnis. T’agraeixo la teva alteritat, les teves harmonies joculars, Qui va fixar la frase El cos pol\u00edtic? El Temps, Tu i jo ho sabem, et marcir\u00e0, i ja ara tinc por (for Oliver Sacks) Spring this year in Austria started off benign,the heavens lucid, the air stable, the aboutsane to all feeders, vegetate or bestial:the deathless minerals looked pleased with their regime,where what is not forbidden is compulsory. Shadows of course there are, Porn-Ads, with-it clergy,and hubby next door has taken to the bottle,but You have … <\/p>\n
cels transparents, aires estables, \u00e0mbits sans
per a tots els menjaires, vegetals o b\u00e8sties;
els minerals semblen contents amb el seu r\u00e8gim,
on \u00e9s obligatori tot all\u00f2 que no est\u00e0 prohibit.<\/em><\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
mossens moderns, i el ve\u00ed del costat que s’aferra a l’ampolla.
Tu, tanmateix, mantens l’aplom, objecte estrany i r\u00fastic,
i Jo, creat a imatge de D\u00e9u, per\u00f2 ja deformat,
altiu com s\u00f3c, t’he de complimentar a Tu, que ets Jo.<\/em><\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
adjudicat al meu govern, tamb\u00e9 fill adoptiu:
he de guanyar diners per mantenir-te; i ets tamb\u00e9 el meu tutor,
per\u00f2 les teves instruccions neurals no em deixen mai
saber qu\u00e8 \u00e9s, ni imaginar les coses que no s\u00f3n.<\/em><\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
ni grapes, ni unglots, ni ver\u00ed, i per tant
massa propens a deixar-te emportar per la basarda,
un pobre ensumador de flaires, o millor: censor de flaires,
amb un omn\u00edvor paladar que aguanta b\u00e9 els picants<\/em>.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
entre un saltant inacabable d’\u00e9ssers vomitats
del quall de la Natura. fet casual – ens diu la ci\u00e8ncia-
\u00bfFet casual? Cam\u00e0ndules! Miracle pur – Jo dic -.
Ning\u00fa no dubta d’haver estat designat a existir.<\/em><\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
I looked at Your looks askance. His architecture
should have been much more imposing: I’ve been let down!
By now, though, I’ve gotten used to Your proportions
and, all things considered, I might have fared far worse.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
You were, I admit, a martyr to horn-colic
(it did no good to tell You -But I’m not in love!);
how stoutly, though, You re`pelled all germ invasions,
but never chastised my tantrums with a megrim.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
I am the book-worm who tired You, if short-winded
as cigarette addicts are, I was the pusher
who got You hooked. (Had we been both a bit younger,
I might well have mischiefed You worse with a needle.)<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
Your coasts and outgates I know. for I govern there,
but what goes inland, the rites, the social codes,
Your torrents, salt and sunless, remain enigmas:
what I believe is on doctors’ hearsay only.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
what is not spoken is not thought: in our theatre
all that I cannot syllable You will pronounce
in acts whose raison-d’\u00eatre escapes me. Why secrete
fluid when I dole, or stretch Your lips when I joy?<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
Jo esguardava amb recel el teu aspecte. <\/em>La seva arquitectura
havia d’haver estat m\u00e9s imponent. M’han enganyat!
A hores d’ara, per\u00f2, m’he avesat a les teves proporcions
i, a fi de comptes, molt pitjor m’hauria pogut anar.<\/em><\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
vas ser un m\u00e0rtir del c\u00f2lic (no en treia res de dir-te:
Per\u00f2 si no ho estic, d’enamorat!) i tanmateix amb quina gran
tenacitat has sabut v\u00e8ncer invasions microbianes,
i mai no has castigat els meus humor amb cap migranya.<\/em><\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
que s\u00f3c un cuc devorador de llibres, vaig cansar-te;
si esbufegues per culpa del tabac, \u00e9s perqu\u00e8 Jo
vaig aviciar-t’hi. (I si hagu\u00e9ssim nascut tots dos uns anys
m\u00e9s tard, potser t’hauria habituat a la xeringa.)<\/em><\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
els teus portals i costes, perqu\u00e8 aix\u00f2 Jo m’ho governo;
per\u00f2 qu\u00e8 passa terra endins, els ritus, els costums socials,
els Teus torrents salats i sense sol, s\u00f3n purs enigmes.
Tot el que no s\u00e9, nom\u00e9s ho s\u00e9 pel dir dels metges.<\/em><\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
on all\u00f2 que no es diu no \u00e9s pensat. En el nostre teatre
tot el que Jo no puc articular Tu ho dius amb actes
que no comprenc del tot. \u00bfPer qu\u00e8 segregues l\u00edquid,
quan estic trist? \u00bfPer qu\u00e8 estires els llavis, quan content?<\/em><\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
must come from Your corner, are no province of mine
(all I have done is to provide the time-table
of hours when You may put them): but what is Your work
when I librate between a glum and a frolic?<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
All I know is that I don’t choose them: if I could,
they would conform to some prosodic discipline,
mean just what they say. Whatever point nocturnal
manias make, as a poet I disapprove.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
so unlilke my realm of dissonance and anger,
You can serve me as my emblem for the Cosmos:
for human congregations, though as Hobbes perceived,
the apposite sign is some ungainly monster.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
All States we’ve lived in, or historians tell of,
have had shocking health, psychosomatic cases,
physicked by sadists or glozing expensive quacks:
when I read the papers. You seem an Adonis.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
I’m scared of our divorce: I’ve seen some horrid ones.
Remember: when Le Bon Dieu says You Leave him
please, please, for His sake and mine, pay no attention
to my piteous Dont’s, but bugger off quickly.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
han de venir del Teu costat; no s\u00f3n dominis meus
(tot el que faig \u00e9s proveir-te d’un horari perqu\u00e8 Tu
les hi puguis posar): per\u00f2 \u00bfquina \u00e9s la teva feina
quan Jo oscil\u00b7lo entre penes i barriles?<\/em><\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
Tot el que en s\u00e9 \u00e9s que no els puc triar: si ho pogu\u00e9s fer
s’ajustarien a alguna pros\u00f2dia. Sigui el que sigui
all\u00f2 que volen recalcar les meves nocturnals manies,
Jo ho desaprovo totalment, com a poeta.<\/em><\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
tan diferents del meu reialme d’ira i disson\u00e0ncia.
Tu pots ser el meu emblema per al Cosmos.
A les associacions humanes, tal com deia Hobbes,
el signe que els escau \u00e9s un monstre desgairat.<\/em><\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
Tots els Estats on hem viscut i els que la hist\u00f2ria ens reporta
han malviscut amb saluts repugnants, casos psicosom\u00e0tics,
tractats per s\u00e0dics o b\u00e9 curanderos xerraires i cars.
Quan llegeixo els diaris, Tu sembles un Adonis.<\/em><\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
d’aquest nostre divorci; n’he vist alguns de terror\u00edfics.
Recorda aix\u00f2: quan Le Bon Dieu t’ordeni “deixa’l”,
per favor, per favor, pel b\u00e9 d’Ell i pel Meu, no facis cas
dels meus penosos “no’s”, i fot el camp de pressa.<\/em><\/p>\r\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"