Saturday, October 02, 2010

I år blir det en poet - Kistalight tippar...

Les Murray, Adonis och Tranströmer - lyriksamlingar från Kistalights täppa vid Gläntan i Kista Bild Thommy Sjöberg

Blir det en poet i år som får Nobelpriset i litteratur?
Kistalight hoppas och tror på antingen Les Murray, Adonis eller vår svenske Tranströmer!
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LISTAN – NOBELPRISET I LITTERATUR 2010  (2010-10-01 09:04)

Aktuella odds – Nobelpriset i litteratur

Tomas Tranströmer 5,00
Adam Zagajewski 9,00
Ko Un 9,00
Adonis 9,00
Antonio Tabucchi 11,00
Haruki Murakami 12,00
Les Murray 14,00

Kistalight citerar en vacker dikt från Les Murray

An Absolutely Ordinary Rainbow

The word goes round Repins,
the murmur goes round Lorenzinis,at Tattersalls,
men look up from sheets of numbers,
the Stock Exchange scribblers forget the chalk in their hands
and men with bread in their pockets leave the Greek Club:

There's a fellow crying in Martin Place. They can't stop him.
The traffic in George Street is banked up for half a mile
and drained of motion. The crowds are edgy with talk
and more crowds come hurrying. Many run in the back streets
which minutes ago were busy main streets, pointing:
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4 Comments:

Anonymous Les Murray said...

There's a fellow weeping down there. No one can stop him.

The man we surround, the man no one approaches

simply weeps, and does not cover it, weeps

not like a child, not like the wind, like a man

and does not declaim it, nor beat his breast, nor even

sob very loudly—yet the dignity of his weeping

holds us back from his space, the hollow he makes about him

in the midday light, in his pentagram of sorrow,

and uniforms back in the crowd who tried to seize himstare out at him,

and feel, with amazement, their minds

longing for tears as children for a rainbow.




Some will say, in the years to come, a halo

or force stood around him. There is no such thing.

Some will say they were shocked and would have stopped him

but they will not have been there. The fiercest manhood,

the toughest reserve, the slickest wit amongst us

trembles with silence, and burns with unexpected

judgements of peace. Some in the concourse scream

who thought themselves happy. Only the smallest children

and such as look out of Paradise come near him

and sit at his feet, with dogs and dusty pigeons.




Ridiculous, says a man near me, and stops

his mouth with his hands, as if it uttered vomit

and I see a woman, shining, stretch her hand

and shake as she receives the gift of weeping;

as many as follow her also receive it

and many weep for sheer acceptance, and more

refuse to weep for fear of all acceptance,

but the weeping man, like the earth, requires nothing,

the man who weeps ignores us, and cries out

of his writhen face and ordinary body

not words, but grief, not messages, but sorrow,

hard as the earth, sheer, present as the sea—

and when he stops, he simply walks between us

mopping his face with the dignity of one

man who has wept, and now has finished weeping.

Evading believers, he hurries off down Pitt Street.

2:40 AM  
Anonymous Årstagalningen said...

Bobby D. bör få Nobelpriset idag !

12:18 AM  
Anonymous Kistalight said...

Bäste Årstagalning!
Kära Dagbok!
Ingen Bob i år heller!

5:29 AM  
Anonymous Kistalight said...

Mario Vargas Llosa!
Inte så dumt det heller!
Bara 25 år för sent?
/Thommy

1:50 AM  

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