De Vlaamse dichter en schrijver Charles Ducal (pseudoniem van Frans Dumortier) werd geboren in Leuven op 3 april 1952. Zie ook alle tags voor Charles Ducal op dit blog.
Breeding cattle
1
So it started:
from the flaccid belly of the field
there rose a wall,
created (in our sleep) a hasty caesura
in the endless mud and rain.
We, of tender flesh,
came groping in the dark,
tore our mouths
on the new myth,
concerning us,
conclusive, neutral,
too smart to just sink back
in the layer of fat, the warm ground
in which we rooted as children.
Someone lifted us up
and punched into our ear
the number meant for us.
So it started: once in the sty
we learnt to forget ourselves,
not to move, sleep or eat,
be meat until the final
gram.
2
In the beginning there was mud.
At night a sow sometimes walked
across the scene, panting and waddling,
as if coloured by our lust.
Bread and water, days standing still
as posts for a fate tied to this place.
Man and animal sleeping together,
inseparable, saturated with moisture.
And nowhere a word
to touch themselves.
Until God appeared
with plummet and planks
and had us build a sty midfield
and taught us to ape his image,
touch the flesh with the word,
turn lust into money.
Vertaald door Willem Groenewegen
Charles Ducal (Leuven, 3 april 1952)
Lees verder “Charles Ducal, Adriaan Jaeggi, Frederik van Eeden, Peter Huchel”