{"id":3103,"date":"2019-09-24T14:33:13","date_gmt":"2019-09-24T12:33:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.slovokult-literatur.de\/?page_id=3103"},"modified":"2021-01-13T01:35:27","modified_gmt":"2021-01-13T00:35:27","slug":"antimatter-english","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.slovokult-literatur.de\/index.php\/gedicht-und-bild\/2x20\/sean-bonney-antimaterie\/antimatter-english\/","title":{"rendered":"::40::Sean Bonney:: English::"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Sean Bonney<\/h4>\n

Antimatter<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Part 1. and 2. available in the Festival Anthology :: SlovoKult :: literARTour<\/a><\/p>\n

When you were scratching your name into the mirror another few hundred people died. I guess they exist outside the borderline of what you call \u2018kindness\u2019. Kindness which in your mouth has the consistency of raw sewage. When you laugh it sounds like boiling lice.<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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Antonin Artaud was buried alive and while he was rotting he knew what he was doing. Large worms ate into his body. Then came the small worms. Then that species of aroma that has no scent, no history or country or body. Those souls that fascists call refugees or deportees if they give them a name at all.<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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But wait, we are no longer allowed to use that word fascist.<\/span><\/a>
\nIt is impolite, we are told, to call them that.<\/span><\/a>
\nAnd so the silence that used to get called a city gets filled with noises. Larval screeches that sound like they are alive.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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number 9 said to number 4<\/em>
\nwe\u201dre not living now and we weren\u2019t before<\/em><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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3.<\/p>\n

Sophie Scholl never died
\nNot in 1944 not 2014
\nnot in the years too old or new to be named<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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She paces the major cities
\nHands out dry white roses<\/p>\n

Take one. They are good luck.
\nTake one. She is lonely.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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Just don\u2019t ask about the hole in the back of her head.<\/p>\n

Only idiots would do that.
\nIdiots and laughing fascists.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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When she died she was in great pain.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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It is ice cold in this room
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No-one has told them
\nThey have been dead
\nSince the birth of all planets<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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That Saturn ate his children<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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for tranquil and safe are the arms of the cruel<\/em>
\nand tranquil and safe is the mind of the fool<\/em>
\nthose minds that hate and those minds that sleep<\/em>
\nand those minds that kill and those that weep<\/em><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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be kind<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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but do not be kind to me<\/p>\n

be clean
\nbut do not be clean near me<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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call it cleanliness call it kindness<\/p>\n

do not call it kindness to me<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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your nobility your spirit
\nkeep it far from me<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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7.
\n!In this place there are no cities or noises<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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Once a year there is a parade.
\nIt is compulsory for the dead to attend.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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In this place we call living
\nLong past the end of our life<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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for we\u2019ve been dead before and we\u2019ll be dead again<\/em><\/p>\n

we were dead just now but we ain\u2019t no more<\/em><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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And then there are those who cannot move without shitting bone, standing in the freezing back rooms, breathing inside other people\u2019s deaths.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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You can see them in old photographs, as if birds had scratched them, and those scratches are what fascists call history and hammered nails and human hunger and other words they use to express pleasure. The night of the earthquake. The 300 houses destroyed. The mouths scratched to pieces.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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and so says the master and so says the slave<\/em>
\nwho is cooking your dinner and digging your grave<\/em><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

Collage:: Sean Bonney<\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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