{"id":11935,"date":"2018-10-28T02:00:35","date_gmt":"2018-10-28T01:00:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/?p=11935"},"modified":"2023-08-27T01:53:51","modified_gmt":"2023-08-26T23:53:51","slug":"nicole-sealey-stel-dy-sisyfus-lokkich-foar","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/?p=11935","title":{"rendered":"Nicole Sealey, Stel dy Sisyfus lokkich foar<\/em>"},"content":{"rendered":"

 
\nStel dy Sisyfus lokkich foar<\/em><\/big><\/p>\n

Gun my fannacht dat ik \u00fbntreastber bin,
\n        sadat him gjin deadsdriuw oankundiget,<\/p>\n

it moanneljocht de sinne-opgong net oerredet.
\n        Ik waard berne foar\u2019t de sinne opgong \u2013<\/p>\n

wannear\u2019t de moarn har fermommet as nacht,
\n        de temperatuer fan bloed, triljende<\/p>\n

m\u00fble yn rou. Hoe skriuwe wy
\n        \u00fas s\u00eafte berte by, de hichte<\/p>\n

w\u00earop\u2019t wy wienen \u2013 wienen wy goaden
\n        dy\u2019t stjerren l\u00e2ns in parhelium-himel r\u00f4len,<\/p>\n

lykas skarabee\u00ebn? Wy falle earne tusken god
\n        en mineraal, ingel en dier yn,<\/p>\n

ferwachtsje dat in ding sa hillich as de sinne
\n        kliuwt en sinkt as in gewoan bist.<\/p>\n

Herten begnuve libbenleaze kealtsjes foar\u2019t
\n        se fuortgean, oaljefanten foarmje in sirkel<\/p>\n

om de skedels en tosken fan har deaden hinne \u2013
\n        net ien wol de bonken achterlitte, net ien wit<\/p>\n

dat fuortgean it ferlies ferlytset. Mar f\u00fbgels
\n        pl\u00f4kje har eigen fearren, h\u00fbnen<\/p>\n

slikje harsels om te ferw\u00fbnen. Stean my
\n        dat ta. Gun my fannacht dat ik fykje<\/p>\n

en s\u00e2ltsje wat iepenleit. Gun my in lodde
\n        om de alr\u00fan te wjudzjen en hear<\/p>\n

hoe\u2019t er raast. Gun my in gesicht dat sa ynlik
\n        mei stien omwraamt dat it sels<\/p>\n

stien is. Ik sis ta dat ik wer yn it fleis kom.
\n        Ik sis ta dat ik sirkelje om op te stigen.<\/p>\n

Ik sis ta, moarn bin ik lokkich.<\/p>\n

 
\nOantekening fan de auteur.<\/em> De titel is \u00fbntliend oan de l\u00easte sin fan Albert Camus syn essay \u2018Le mythe de Sisyphe\u2019. Ek de rigels \u2018Gun my in gesicht dat sa ynlik \/ mei stien omwraamt dat it sels \/ stien is\u2019 binne loswei \u00fbntliend oan dat essay.<\/nobr><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Imagine Sisyphus Happy<\/em><\/big><\/p>\n

Give me tonight to be inconsolable,
\n        so the death drive does not declare<\/p>\n

itself, so the moonlight does not convince
\n        sunrise. I was born before sunrise\u2014<\/p>\n

when morning masquerades as night,
\n        the temperature of blood, quivering<\/p>\n

mouth in mourning. How do we
\n        author our gentle birth, the height<\/p>\n

we were\u2014were we gods rolling stars across
\n        a sundog sky, the same as scarabs?<\/p>\n

We fall somewhere between god
\n        and mineral, angel and animal,<\/p>\n

expecting a thing as sacred as the sun to rise
\n        and fall like an ordinary beast.<\/p>\n

Deer sniff lifeless fawns before leaving,
\n        elephants encircle the skulls and tusks<\/p>\n

of their dead\u2014none wanting to leave
\n        the bones behind, none knowing<\/p>\n

their leave will lessen the loss. But birds
\n        pluck their own feathers, dogs<\/p>\n

lick themselves to wound. Allow me this
\n        luxury. Give me tonight to cut<\/p>\n

and salt the open. Give me a shovel
\n        to uproot the mandrake and listen<\/p>\n

for its scream. Give me a face that toils
\n        so closely with stone, it is itself<\/p>\n

stone. I promise to enter the flesh again.
\n        I promise to circle to ascend.<\/p>\n

I promise to be happy tomorrow.<\/p>\n

 
\nNote from the author.<\/em> The title is borrowed from the final sentence of Albert Camus\u2019s essay \u201cThe Myth of Sisyphus.\u201d The lines \u201cGive me a face that toils \/ so closely with stone, it is<\/nobr> itself \/ stone\u201d are loosely borrowed from the essay as well.<\/nobr><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ut Ordinary Beast<\/em>, Ecco, New York 2017. Oernommen mei tastimming fan de auteur.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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