titeln är
Short story betwixt Maternity Strasse and Rue Morgue
och så här går den:
Introibo ad altare Dei.
I’ve always liked to say that.
In the name of Mock Hooligan and all the rest of us.
Hi, everyone, and welcome to the show! I’m your ghost
tonight. Or narrator, should you prefer.
Amen. Ad altare Dei. Aiming at alter your day.
Language, for a start. What you just heard, Latin and
English is it? Different tounges? Surely not. There is no such thing. Just put
your tongues out all of you. And behold! They all look the same.
Now hearken to this.
(reads from an invisible piece of paper)
o
dystre Odysseus
din
gamle snedseglare
målet är en
ursäkt
för färden
även
för oss
som om vi också
skrivs
av en
blind
Incomprehensible? From another tounge? Nah. A wee bit
wet perhaps from walking the waves. Just (blows on paper) there.
That´s better. Now … hearken once again, please.
o blue Ulysses
criss-crossing the sea
the
destination is
an excuse for the voyage
also to us
as if we
all are written
by a blind man’s
hand
/forts i del 3
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