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Distress or a deaf
- boundary 2
- Duke University Press
- Volume 29, Number 1, Spring 2002
- pp. 45-48
- Article
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boundary 2 29.1 (2002) 45-48
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Distress or a deaf
from Natta de mina, 1997
Stig Larsson
Writing bad poetry
Many people do. So many people do.I am humiliated,
but don't I exaggerate now? —or, yes — I feel humiliated
just by the fact
that it is —
yeah, that this is
poetry. This is poetry. This is poetry.Did Virgil write bad poetry as well? —
The answer: All great poets
would probably have done it
some time: written poetry this bad. All the major poets,
including
Famous writers such as
Ovid,
Lucan — persons or more accurately SHADOWS [End Page 45]
in that circle of poets
that Dante describes —
it was in the shape of a circle he is describing them, wasn't it? The shape of
a wheel?The answer (but who is giving me this answer?) that I AM NOT
ALONE;I AM NOT ALONE, I AM NOT ALONE . . .
Ovid was too experienced,
Horace
too juvenile. And what
about Joseph Conrad? I am not alone: the shadows are watching me —
and isn't
it so
that they smile at me? That theConrad
that described Mr. Jacobus' daughter, the
Schmidt
that described Mr. Jacobi's daughter — both of them will smile . . . But to be
honest there are so many
Conrad and Schmidt,maybe the reader doesn't know to whom I refer — and
on the other hand I can't be that much more explicit without the
poem becoming so bad that it
will be, I mean what I say, unreadable . . . Schmidt —
yeah, that
was even the name of a Swedish tennis player in the early sixties;
I remember how I took the bus
to Marieheman, in the sunshine dazzling white suburb east of UmeÂ,
to some friends of my parents, Tore and Ulla-Britt, to
watch a Davis Cup match with Uffe —
that was his name — Uffe Schmidt, I believe our TV was broken
or whatever happened? Did they show the match on channel 2
and our family didn't have channel 2? — yeah, there's a WHOLE LOT OF
STUFF
you just don't remember. [End Page 46]
That THESE SHADOWS seemed to smile —
especially since one of them,
the — not blind, where did they get that from? — deaf Homer. He was
deaf. Yes, he
was deaf . . . And that now the deaf Homer by the end of the Iliad,
just because he feels like it, just because his self-confidence
is so great, writes something down that he himself
perceives as bad: something like Abre Se Ken
Habe Si. — I myself don't know any Greek. In a fancied Homeric Greek
I imagine "Abre Se Ken Habe Si . . ."
Not being alone writing
this bad poetry.Me writing this poem about A Funny News Item: the findings
a scientist in Tokyo, Hideo Nishioka, was to have published. The last
page of Expressen approximately five years ago. — That's right! It says 1990
up in the
left corner. You can also catch a glimpse of some temperature information
on the ripped out half of the last page: in Sweden
the coldest 20 degrees below and the warmest 5 degrees. Then it must
have been in the winter, I would guess December '90, the week before
Christmas . . . yes
I imagine how I, having looked up from Expressen,
peered out through a window: there was actually some Christmas spirit.
In the apartment building across the street you could see two and — as
I leaned forward,
below me to the right — yet another three illuminated stars. — In three
adjacent
windows. It was by then I recalled not remembering the exact numbers,
had once again looked down at the news item in Expressen: That's right!
Nishiokas statistical inquiry showed among other things
that
female Japanese students on average used
12 1/2 meters of toilet paper a day, more than three times the males,
what does the parenthesis say? — 3 1/2 meters . . . This that I am
writing right
now, that I know is bad — and that I, irrespective of how I
elaborate it, never will get right — makes me
feel...