Friday, January 29, 2010


As a follow up to Katy Lederer's statements about writing and money, here's Henry Parland from 1930:

Kiss a girl and eat cream with a fork.
(It’s never enough.)


Life is getting cheaper and cheaper,
and last year’s ideals,
now only cost 10%
of the original price.
You can paint the old wreck,
put in a few spare parts
and transport
people, suitcases and booze
for a decent fee.


Good Lord,
why don’t we
write poetry with money
like Ivar Kreuger
or Basil Saharoff.
They don’t give a damn about the Nobel Prize.
Tear a sheet out of history
and write a receipt:
received Europe
which is hereby acknowledged.

(my trans.)


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