To begin ...

As the twentieth century fades out
the nineteenth begins
.......................................again
it is as if nothing happened
though those who lived it thought
that everything was happening
enough to name a world for & a time
to hold it in your hand
unlimited.......the last delusion
like the perfect mask of death

Monday, March 24, 2014

Robert Kelly: 11 poems from EARISH, Thirty Poems of Paul Celan [redux], with added commentary by Ed Baker


  
  
           for Dick Higgins
                     in memor I am

[translator’s note.  In 2002 I was asked to contribute to Alec Finlay’s edition of translations by several hands of Paul Celan’s poem “Irisch.”  While working on my translation (which duly appeared in the second volume, Irisch (2), Edinburgh 2002), I began to work on other dimensions of the poem, then of other Celan poems.  The present homeophonic translations are one result.  By homeophonic translation I mean: listening to the sound of the [in this case German] poem until you hear it in English – the result, the poem heard, no doubt “says” a “different” thing from the “original.”  Those quoted words are all questionable, more question than answer, I mean.  So here are some of my hearings of Celan poems.  They are, in effect, translations into Earish.   A reference in italics at the end of each poem identifies those reproduced below as all coming from Celan’s book Fedensonnen here heard heading towards English. (R.K.)]
 
WILD YOU THEN NOTE SHARING FONDEST
in the view’s tongue
rune the shattered yards hounded a neighbor to rouse
and hay run thick thank him 

Feel like it’s a war,
dash here the freed of twice failed curb’s rock
out tone ― go face them.

faden214

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THE STREAKER, salt’s washer, clomb
the wiser
grove’s keynote in dismal
gate and knickers off

Off the shudder see grass down even
in anchor shot and
naked as number dares
(ant’s willing)
red sail.

f186

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EARISH
Give me this vague wreck
heave her the corn’s teacher to die in his laugh
this vague wreck
heave her down laugh’s path
this wreck that his story’s taken on
on hurts hung
more gone.

f184

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THE TWISTED NINE
gone haggled to hill free
vexed
the numb unblue
sets out 

the glaciermilk cart
the foal vixen again dour
thus swimming the seal
ear her unbearable un-
brandy
f96

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SPADE.  Unswam eager fetish
buys stitch the sopping fun Christ bomb, 

off gay rowed fun
frost spree kin
hipped from womb shy noon neck, 

day’s fence star flees off,  where sand rouses, 

neat even so bring him
the hovel there sign, 

I need cup lasting, a
deep unafraid walker ―
coaches art one seeks there, over
him.
f166

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DO WARS mean death
thick Kant I called them
weary of all it unfeels
f142

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DARES OUT A SHOCKED HEADED HEARSE

daring she goes feel install earring 

groves shy mast forty
tiles of 

milk sweaters
shovel.
f110

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ALL DYING SEAGULLS ARE BROKEN?  NAY.
Gay verse ether oak
see, the brief
haughty elf
hoofing took her: 

that the well, the hornet
fern, the milk
knower, when
the mood she tours clock be awayed,
the clock be dumb mood, weed her, 

that she nicked oak
then elect throne dear idiot and
speak low, the dottle
for a biter too for
many take a long dying
often.

f80

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POE KNOCKS 

The unstirred bleak kite’s if a fawn-high hayrick
dame fear them in
den, she’ll gird a needle key fixed
her n’t a Leah dish
hinter seek here.

f58
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EYING A HIM HILL tempest
lock in.  Arm
enter knocked it them
or it.

The lid’s slack reflex averring
the hip begone
tomorrow’s two for
null.
f118

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EDGE LOCKED, edge locked. 

When weary at semester’s veering
blond cats going we to malls
allowing gone to Paris, eye no outgone glued long

though arctic is a steer
came again sprung and
under crooned emit on his sighing horn or
under tease to his tease to.
f174
 
commentary by ed baker  

that opening line first piece "sings" !
as do the others...

seems to me soundings trump literality ?

"listen to the sound until you hear the English"

then "sing" unto the Erotic ?

[...] the brief
haughty elf
hoofing took her:

{..}

a line like
"day's fence star flees off, where sand rouses,"
image makes in me

in EARISH

sld be made that second "on" be
"one" ?

or is second "on" even necessary ?

etc.

[2]

not to beat-a-dead-horse stopped me never, so
was just 'playing' with a line from a Goethe poem ("Gefunden"):
Nun zweigt es immer

which the translator translates as

Now it keeps branching out

which google automatically translates as

Now it always zweigt

and which I go with

Now breaching-out is always

sa

as Pound said and as Wai-lim Yip has it opening (in Preface) his CHINESE POETRY:

"Wrong from the start!"

something rot REALLY stay for groundings in the sounds of as psalms are sing ?

so pardon my me just poking around

firstly into Radu Ioanid's The Holocaust in Romania & then back

into my Celan "stash"

(pardoning my 'me' for diverging on)

Anonymous said...
           opps

            "breaching" ?
            should be "branching"?

            or do branches also breach ?

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