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Tittel:
PLESSJØR (2008)

Forfatter:
Caroline Bergvall

Utgiver:
H Press

Tekstens sted:
Høvikodden i Bærum

Opplesning:
Bergvall Caroline

Lagt inn av:
Bruker:Anderssl
(Anders Sundnes Løvlie)

Caroline Bergvall er en fransk-norsk poet som skriver på engelsk. Dette diktet ble lagt ut her som del av en lokativ lydinstallasjon for Oslo Poesifestival 2009.

Slowly I line up all the drawings on the floor to let them dry safely. I close the window so dust particles won't fall onto the sheets. I place small weights along the edges so the ink will dry without creases and incidents. For a long time, I scrub off the blå blue boue of ink from my feet. My skin feels raw burns blusser opp på et blunk. A blew the mind blows blåser brått føles om, feels felles ømt ominous belyst blottet among bjeller. I scrub the red blådd red smudges from my desk and from my hands. I can't get it all off but just about enough so it doesn’t stain anything and doesn’t sit too deeply in my pores. It'll wash off in the morning after another scrub with the brush and the pumice stone reddens the hud. Then I go to the soft bed I share and live in with my love. Readily en route vi rødmer fra røtter til roots under foot pins down en slik tur re ringer i hodet, som nå can love meg for loven. The next morning, I wake up to photos of the red ink-stained fingers of Zimbabwean voters that have flooded the internet overnight. Body marking has been used to verify the vote and mark out the non-voter in an election that only comprises one candidate. I squeezed ink on my finger to pretend that I had voted, is one reported as saying, paradoxically saving a last vestige of pride by self-inflicting the dehumanising mark, or even simply, by saying so. Until the votes have been counted, the presence and indelibility of the ink mark has become a matter of survival. Redd blekk be merket. At the sight of the photos, I feel a rush of emotion, both mortified and deeply humbled.