Two Death Fugue Translations
Tasha Glen
Black, we we a he he he
milk of drink it, drink and shovel
Black, we we, a he, your he he – jab your
milk of drink you, drink and
Black, we we, a your he he – you’ll have a
milk of drink you, drink and
Black, we we, this, he a he he - der dein dein
milk of drink you, drink you
man writes, writes it, whistles his, whistles his, he orders us
man lives, writes when ashen, shouts jab, grabs for your spades
man lives in aschenes, shouts, shouts scrape your grave, then
death is, shoots, man lives, looses his, plays with, Tod is goldenes, aschenes
daybreak, we drink it at midday and morning
lives when it grows dark and steps out of doors
hounds Jews into rows has them strike up and play
daybreak, at morning and we drink
in the house it grows dark hair, Shulamith
we shovel this earth deeper, the rod in deeper
daybreak, we drink you at midday we drink
the house your Haar, Shulamith, play death
more strings darker in the clouds
daybreak, at midday at evening and ein Master
with shot in the house, hounds on us his vipers
ein Master, Haar, Haar
we drink it, we drink it at – in the air there you won’t
in the house he plays to Deutschland and the stars are to come close
has them shovel a grave for the dance
we drink you, midday, we drink you – he plays to Deutschland
a grave in the air, there you lot there you
his belt he swings it, you lot there you
at night and morning we drink goldenes Haar – he plays sweetly
Death is, you’ll rise then, you won’t lie
we drink you Death and morning aus Deutschland – made of lead
aus Margarete, Shulamith
at evening, night, lie too cramped with his vipers
he writes your golden hair all sparkling in the ground, Margauerite
at night, at evening with his vipers
he writes your golden hair, you won’t lie, others sing up and play
his eyes are blue, others play on
you, at evening, Marguerite, with his vipers
a master in smoke too cramped
you, at night is a master, we drink his eye
I am Tumwater
Ben Farr
Tiny black cart
Tiny black cart
Tiny black cart
Tiny black cart
Tiny black cart
Tiny black cart
Tiny black cart
Tiny black cart
Tiny black cart
Tiny black cart
Tiny black cart
Tiny black cart
Tiny black cart
In the spirit of the valley, the word is behind its geography
The speech is the presence in its absence
A guillotine on the lawn, past the green roof
Past the yard
And the Suess bricks, the red tape
The MAP
Exactly, otherwise it’s Octavia
They can’t do things for themselves, much less the country
Everyone is eating candy in the suburbs
This is TUMWATER welcome to TUMWATER
We publish aesthetic amputation
We publish peace
We publish black helicopters
This is construction, please
You will soon realize there are no police
…
…
PLEASE
Respect this noble utopia
We have no trash to throw away
Dear Brandon,
It is in these moments of forced observation that I realize, first of all, that the death I feared and wept for in my youth was actually just the clouds and the banality of systematic silence; second, that even though I have grown up quite a bit over the last few years, I am still trusting girls from southern California.
Love,
TUMWATER
This didn’t happen.
Happy Halloween
Three Poems
Dave Walkord
McCain
Cryogenic robot slinging words never used before
Attempting to teach an old dog in the mirror new tricks
So fetch a hot airhead babe from the frozen zone with frozen smiles
Beauty and the beast seething in their ignorance from another era of historical
Fornication
My Blender
Whirling blades spinning organic matter designed and refined to bring about
temporal salvation
Free radicals beware of the sound of defiance as Osterizer sounds the trumpet
of full array
Andy Rooney
60 minutes relic, evidence of hominoid existence, unable to understand
life
Eyebrows coming through the screen like a predatory bird trying to feast
upon the remains of the industrial revolution
Unable to cope with man’s inventions
Amish mentality in a businessman’s suit, whose sole purpose is to Bitch
Bitch because he can’t figure out a pencil sharpener
Bitch because he doesn’t know which laundry detergent to use
Bitch because he doesn’t have a time machine to send him back to the
good life
With a good horse and a big pot of beans
Photosynthetic Incarnations
Eric Richins
Within portions of a moment the self can clear of all anxious mis-wanderings,
Focus now, this is beautiful
Close eyes,
Open eyes
Close,
Breathe out,
Continue breathing out,
Inhale, inhale
Sunshine on your loosely closed lids,
Deep colors of pre natal magma world
At the center now
Embryonic
No gravity,
You and the center of earth
It’s a long way from the stars and further still from the other side of everything you know
Far from the void, so far from emptiness
Far from the cold, far from a place where nothing exists
Within this moment all is remembered
Focus now, while the sun is shining
With out it photosyntext would continue to end
A process you know well and cherish
Sunlight,
Plant life,
Photosynthetic sun nectar
6 CO2(g) + 12 H2O(l) + photons → C6H12O6(aq) + 6 O2(g) + 6 H2O(l)
Still shining, for a while
{(carbon dioxide + water + light energy → glucose + oxygen + water)(ambition + dedication) = creativity}
Chomp, nourish, ingest, enjoy
Digest,
With out it photosyntext would continue to end
Creativity, sunlight converted
Photosyntext
Distinguished
a part of everything for a while
Continue.