top of page
  • Writer's picturetheperiwinklepelic

three poems translated from french - ivan de monbrison





the hand once nailed

on the wall

was riding on the wound

the corpse has been left there

the belly vaguely open

it is a toothless old man 

the scar of Death

my temporary madness that has turned permanent

and all the words screaming loud

that didn't say nothing 




the sex cut off

there is no measure

the raped woman

under the dark sun

in the center

shaped itself like a navel 

the circle  can no longer closes

you go back

at your starting point

hollowed out

and headless

into the nullified night




the finger moving 

a scream breaks out

and shatters the window

its glass inside the room

filling up the ashtray

but despite all the words

he was utterly lost

following his own steps

that couldn't lead him

nowhere

like some weary fire



--------



la main clouée 

au mur 

à cheval sur la plaie

le cadavre laissé là 

le ventre vaguement ouvert 

c'est un vieillard sans dents

cicatrice de la mort

ma folie passagère devenue définitive 

et puis les mots qui hurlent

mais qui ne veulent rien dire




le sexe coupé 

il n'y a pas de mesure

la femme violée 

sous le soleil obscur 

au centre 

en forme de nombril

le cercle ne ferme plus

tu reviens en arrière 

à ton point de départ 

évidé 

et sans tête 

dans la nuit qui s'annule




le doigt bouge

un cri éclate 

et brise la fenêtre 

et le verre dans la pièce 

remplit le cendrier

mais malgré la parole 

il n'avait rien compris 

et ses pas se suivaient

sans le mener

nulle part

comme un las incendie


`




Ivan de Monbrison is a person affected by strong psychic disorders that prevent him from having a "normal" life. He has found in writing an exit to this prison. Or maybe it is a simple window from which like an inmate he can see a small square of blue sky above his head. His writing often reflects the never ending chaos within him, but at contrario to this mental chaos, the paper and the pen give him the opportunity to materlize this in a concrete and visible form. Writing is probably a slow death, but it's probably also better than mere suicide in the end.

44 views

Recent Posts

See All

Bình luận


bottom of page