2388: Connecting Vocabularies, The Poetry
Poetry
written day by day in Beijing, 1988 - 1989.
Selected poems by Stefan Umærus .
LET THE DAYS TURN COBALT BLUE
There is
a crack outside my door
I look to the East and I wonder:
Is this the continental rift?
I look to
the West and I wonder:
Is this the future, past or present?
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"2388: Connecting Vocabularies" The
Brauer Museum of Art, Valparaiso, Indiana, USA, 1992.
ETAT
Boy soldier, lucid as night
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7.12.1988.
To see,
to learn
To hear, to speak,
To be lucid and double
like an arrow from a bow
Chilly nights,
crisp mornings,
Conveyor belt simplicity
Whitewashed walls
19th century classrooms.
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HEI AN LI
Darkness exploding
Silver points like arrows,
dancing the Big Dipper.
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27.12.1988
MOON DOOR AJAR
Bright lights
illuminate
Eastern skies.
Arrow set
in diamonds
against
gray brick walls.
A thousand
doors
open.
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CHINA WALLS
This is
the hall for cultivating
the mind,
The Palace of Heaven and Earth.
A postcard can be bought at the
post office
Against
cold blue skies,
like a reversed blackboard,
the segment of a wall is left
where a group of workers are busy
tearing down a building.
Something
in this postcard simplicity
is clear like polished glass on this fine
spring day
in the year 1989.
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THE DREAM OF THE RED CHAMBER
Going out
to buy a Chinese
calendar, I found one
containing photographs
of the garden of Versailles
Talking
to Chinese students
they generally study engineering.
Speaking
of literature they
invariably answer:
"The Dream of The Red Chamber".
There is
something fatiguing in this
apparent simplicity
Ancient
Chinese painter painted
MOUNTAINS
INSECTS
FISH
FLOWERS
They did
not paint
factory smoke
across the silver surface of time reversed.
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MIND
The blank silver surfaced
emptiness
silence is all
all is silence
The dust
covers
the floors
The downtrodden shoes zigzag.
In the yard
a lunatic
is bumping
his head against
the ground.
Small space
Time dictionary
Time and silence
Time outside
turned inside
In silver
straps
my seductive
mistress laughs
She turns and turns
like a Chinese acrobat
rotating a table
on her perfect feet.
Earth and
Time
fear and hatred
lucid with laughter
As the glass explodes.
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CHINA ROOMS
China rooms are lucid
in neon and concrete
Pale green, milky blue
Glass cage simplicity.
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THE ENIGMA OF TIME
Blank and
silent
with no meaning
but to exist.
Once there
was a disturbance
Now it is gone
Time of
folly
Time of grief
Silence in perfect proportions.
Time of
trash
Time of waste
The neon
lights
like silence
Time of
money
Time of hate.
Lonely girl
at Tiananmen.
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PEOPLE'S DAILY
Like poetry
the leaflets
are falling from the sky
The television
camera cables
are connected
memorizing the future
for the face in the crowd.
In the hotel lobby
a beautiful girl
crushes the tip of her snow white
KENT cigarette in the ashtray,
leaving the People's Daily
to her uneasy admirers
Black lines
suddenly appear
in developed photographs
At night
the crowds move like a
futuristic ballet
singing nursery rhymes
under the vault
of street light electricity.
In the park
voices
seductive as flowers
are in every loudspeaker.
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THE WINGS OF DARKNESS UNFOLDING
The wings
of darkness unfolding
I wish the children a very happy day.
A head like
glass
pacing the stairs of tomorrow
As the brick wall unfolds.
There is
no need to paint the portraits
of famous men black and white.
The inventory is already made
and new portraits are in ready supply.
Language
twists the time of tomorrow
It is not too complicated
Then it is time to decide
who is caught in the line
that like a flower grows
from the barrel of a gun.
There is
a file for everyone
right or wrong
do not make things difficult
for you.
Power is
the extension of fear
and shortcomings
mediocrity is the denominator of
power.
In a silent
room
someone is starring at the cold reflections
of night lights
his mind
a sleepless wound that will not heal.
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