Look, I really would have liked
to have put something cold, precise and
to the point in front of you,
if we don’t have time anyway, the continents
are about to drift apart again, and
nature can in any case be divided in two,
one part we leave cold, the other
we’ve already destroyed, even though
I kept going through the reading.
That’s why I thought I’d talk about
my favorite films instead,
if now the point of everything
is that nothing can be asserted,
that history is trifle and trash,
that the majority is drunk with self-abandon,
like a promotional pen, when in biology class
during a contraception demonstration
they use it as a prop.
See, if everything goes well, we’ll
talk about the final few minutes of your
favorite basketball player’s career
over what’s left of our gas station sushi,
and it won’t take much for me to present
my theory, according to which
there is only one constellation,
all of the stars belong to it,
and its name is despair.
At the end we’ll post up on the roof,
but the sentence, which I left below
locked in the bedroom, I am circling
a black crater, I am circling
a black crater, will break free,
and while we’re up there talking about
how what keeps the pagodas together
is what moves in them, it’ll be downstairs
destroying the flat.
Yes, all of it, yes. We can rename it,
sure, but I don’t think that changes anything.
(Translated by Ryan Lane)