Seán Street is Professor of Broadcasting and Director of the Center for the study of the history of broadcasting at the Media School at Bournemouth University. He was 38 years as a broadcast specialist, to the current work includes The Trial of Ezra Pound . He has published six collections of poetry - the latest is titled Radio and Other Poems (Rockingham Press, 1999). His prose include The Wreck of the Germany (Souvenir Press, 1992) and The Dymock Poets (Seren, 1993, 1998). Currently, Seán Street is concerned with research for a new book about the relationship between poetry and sound. His plays are frequently performed; Honest John won the Central Television Award for new drama. His latest work for the stage is Beyond Paradise - the Wild Life of a Gentleman , a one-man play about Charles Darwin.
Aprilia Zank
shipping forecast
Donegal
Den Spätoktober teilten sie sich noch
doch Salzstein und die Trümmer eines Baumes
die blätternde Farbe des Rettungsbootschuppens
klingen im Akkord mit Orten wo das Quecksilber fällt,
Hauptquellen, ausgesetzt den baren Behauptungen der Nacht.
Allenthalben schiebt der Winter sich heran
Die Zeit: es ist jetzt zehn vor sechs.
Schwerelosigkeit und Schwere, das Potential des Äthers,
in Worte gezwängt, miteinbezogen.
Hier – an jeder Küste – verzückt verdichtet sich gespanntes Lauschen.
Fair Isle, Färöer, Südost-Island,
Nord-Utsira, Süd-Utsira
Fisher, German Bay, Tyne, Dogger ...
This grid of names on the sea
- it listens not, the weather Index - paves the water.
Beyond the music, singing
of sounds - such hawks litany
limited to indispensable,
is reporting cold poetry.
The Gurdies pushes closer:
Lundy, Fastnet, Irish Sea ...
All routine routine.
guess But always his eyes out
on the peninsula, while she sleeps well, no word is said.
He stretches the right to take it,
sampled, where the radio is - and now
the weather report from the coastal stations
and then: Malin Head - so much so that she looks up routine
little, but listen: now falling .
Translated by Isabella Wiegand
Seewettervorhersage
Donegal
divided Any late October,
but salty stones and a broken tree,
ring the chipped paint on the lifeboat house
with places where the weather glass falls ,
elementary sources who meet the bare statements of the night.
Winter pushes into it anywhere,
Und jetzt ist die Zeit zehn Minuten vor sechs...
Leichtigkeit und Schwere, Möglichkeiten der Luft
werden in Wörter, Andeutung gestalten;
hier—an allen Küsten—wird das Zuhören leidenschaftlich gespannt.
Fair Isle, Faeroes, South East Iceland,
North Utsire, South Utsire,
Fisher, German Bight, Tyne, Dogger…
Dieses Muster von Namen auf dem Meer—
die Geographie vom gleichgültigen Wetter – bedeckt das Wasser.
Jenseits der Musik, das Singen
von Tönen—der minimale Gesang,
dieses Ritual, bis auf die Haut entblößt
wird die kalte Poetry of the information.
The litany urges closer -
Lundy, Fastnet, Irish Sea and ... Everyday
enough, all containing commonplace.
His eyes are constantly looking beyond
the Cape, she sleeps, perhaps, not spoken a word.
He stretched forward, in order to grasp it,
sits on his radio space and now
the weather forecasts of posts on the coasts
and then: Malin Head -so common
that she looks up hard, but listen now falls .
Translated by Julie Winter
Seewettervorhersage
Donegal
you are new to late October, split
but salt stones, a forked tree,
the detaching color of the emergency department
accordance find places where the weather glass falls,
source in contact with the bare statements of the night.
Throughout the winter is,
And the time is now s ten to six ...
ease and load, the sizes of the air
framed in words that effect;
here - on all coasts - will be listening painfully exciting.
Fair Isle, Faeroes, South East Iceland,
North Utsire, South Utsire,
Fisher, German Bight, Tyne, Dogger ...
This grid of names on the lake - the weather
deaf Geography - wets the water.
Beyond the music, the singing of the sounds
- scarce psalmody, the
placed on the essence of ritual is
the cold poetry of the message.
The litany is approaching -
Lundy, Fastnet and Irish Sea ...
routine everywhere, all just routine. Always his eyes peering
beyond the point, they may sleep, are no words.
He reaches forward to hold it,
takes his place radio - and now
the Wettervorhersage der Küstenstationen
und dann: Malin Head – so sehr Routine
dass sie kaum hinaufschaut, hört dennoch jetzt fallend .
Übersetzt von Aprilia Zank
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