I took off my glasses
& pocketed them.
I took out my eyes
& tossed them up
for the crows to catch
& turn to
notes. I felt
the wind. The one crow
KLIMAAKSJON / NORWEGIAN WRITERS´ CLIMATE CAMPAIGN // NWCC
Klimaaksjonen består av forfattere, kunstnere, kritikere, oversettere og journalister. Vår målsetting er forankret i Grunnlovens §112: «Enhver har rett til et miljø som sikrer helsen, og til en natur der produksjonsevne og mangfold bevares. Naturens ressurser skal disponeres ut fra en langsiktig og allsidig betraktning som ivaretar denne rett også for etterslekten.» // Norwegian Writers´ Climate Campaign will actively participate in a much needed democratic process to act against the overheating of our planet as a crime against humanity.
I took off my glasses
& pocketed them.
I took out my eyes
& tossed them up
for the crows to catch
& turn to
notes. I felt
the wind. The one crow
“A poem, even excavated from its context and the time
of its writing, is a curiously renewable form of energy.”
Proponents of contemporary ecological poetry, sometimes called ecopoetics, often begin from a dissatisfaction with representation. To describe the world as an object “out there,” even with sympathy or care, tends to re-inscribe the very separation that ecological thinking seeks to undo. The challenge, then, isn’t simply to write about ravelment, but to let ravelment take place in the writing itself. Form becomes more than a vessel for content; it becomes an event in which human subjectivity and world co-emerge. Syntax, structure, and the visual field of the page can perform philosophical work, staging relations rather than explaining them.»
HERE YOU CAN READ THE ESSAY IN EXTENSO.
Les mer «Ecological Poetics as Rewilding / Forrest Gander»ARS POÉTICA
Que cada palabra lleve lo que dice.
Que sea como el temblor que la sostiene.
Que se mantenga como un latido.
No he de proferir adornada falsedad ni poner tinta dudosa ni
añadir brillos a lo que es.
Esto me obliga a oírme. Pero estamos aquí para decir verdad.
Seamos reales.
Quiero exactitudes aterradoras.
Les mer «Rafael Cadenas, Venezuela: ARS POETICA / gjendiktet av Christian Kjelstrup»NATT-LJUS. Tyst skrap,
jag går ut.
Snörpt i grönt blå
och svart säck.
Ljus-prick sticks.
Vänd om.
Surr, från fläkt? Det
som är kvar. Står tyst.
Ord ur mun:
NATT: Stängd port. Gräns.
Vind in, är den fri?
För vem som, när som?