tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12769288022831792332012-01-03T22:53:49.333-05:00poet CAConradnoreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276928802283179233.post-80976266618021932632007-05-03T09:07:00.001-04:002007-06-12T14:19:13.285-04:00<span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>NOW AVAILABLE (only $5 + S<span style="font-family:times new roman;">&amp;</span>H)</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>(please note<span style="color:#ffff33;"> <strong>THIS IS A BILINGUAL EDITION</strong></span> WITH THE ORIGINAL ENGLISH POEMS ALONGSIDE THE GERMAN TRANSLATIONS)</em><br /></span><br />KONTAKT / CONTACT<br />go to Carrie Hunter's <a href="http://ypolitapress.blogspot.com/">YPOLITA PRESS</a> (PayPal available)<br /><a title="mailto:ypolita@hotmail.com" href="mailto:YPOLITA@hotmail.com">YPOLITA@hotmail.com</a><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">SAMPLE POEMS:</span></strong><br /><br />_______<br />Frank erinnert sich<br />an die Hemden begrabener Generaele<br />die in Formationen ueber Schulhoefe fliegen<br /><br />Wespen von den Aermeln blasend<br /><br />---<br /><br />Frank remembers<br />shirts of buried generals<br />flying in formation<br />over schoolyards<br /><br />blowing wasps from sleeves<br /><br /><br /><br />_______<br />"ich bin wegen der Veranstaltung hier" sagte der Mann<br />und suchte unter Franks Hemd nach der Eingangs-Tuer<br /><br />"ich bin kein Theater" sagte Frank<br /><br />es kamen noch viele mehr<br />sie alle standen an<br /><br />muss er sie alle einlassen?<br /><br />viele unter ihren Schirmen<br /><br />und eine Blinde<br />wartete<br />mit Hund<br /><br />"es wird sagenhaft" sagte wer<br />"aber wann laesst er uns ein?"<br /><br />Franks Traenen flossen<br />weil jemand riss seine Tueren auf<br />und sie fuellten ihn<br />eine Stunde lang<br /><br />---<br /><br />"I'm here for the show" the man said<br />looking under Frank's shirt for the door<br /><br />"I'm no theater" Frank said<br /><br />a line formed<br /><br />must he admit them all?<br /><br />many had umbrellas<br /><br />a blind woman<br />waited with<br />her dog<br /><br />"it's gonna be a great show" someone said<br />"but when's he gonna let us in?"<br /><br />Frank's tears began to fall<br /><br />someone ripped his doors open<br /><br />they filled him for an hour<br /><br /><br /><br />_______<br />Frank sah<br />eine Riesin<br />eine Parkbank<br />mit ihrer Vagina essen<br /><br />ein Schwimmbad<br />mit ihrer Vagina trinken<br /><br />"ich habe gesehen wie sie das Baby verschluckt<br />und nur das Kinds-bett wieder ausspuckt" sagte Frank<br /><br />und eines nachts<br />ging er auf Zehenspitzen an ihrem schnarchenden Uterus vorueber<br />und hoerte ein paar bekannte Stimmen<br />aufschreien<br /><br />---<br /><br />Frank saw<br />a giant eat a<br />park bench<br />with her<br />vagina<br /><br />drink a<br />swimming pool<br />with her<br />vagina<br /><br />"I saw her swallow the baby<br />and spit out the crib" Frank said<br /><br />he tiptoed past her<br />snoring uterus one night<br />and heard a few familiar voices<br />cry out<br /><br />---<br /><br />Translated by <a href="http://www.realfunk.de/">Holger</a><br />Cover art by <a href="http://chax.org/eoagh/issue3/issuethree/miller.html">Cathleen Miller</a><br /><br />2 Links for more <a href="http://jargonbooks.com/frank.html">FRANK</a> poems in <a href="http://hometown.aol.com/caconrad13/myhomepage/newyork.html">English</a><br />A complete English text is forthcoming from <a href="http://www.chax.org/">CHAX Press</a> in 2008<br />For other CAConrad books and poetry go <a href="http://CAConrad.blogspot.com">here</a><br />He can also be found on <a href="http://PhillySound.blogspot.com">the PhillySound</a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276928802283179233-8097626661802193263?l=thefrankpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poet CAConradnoreply@blogger.com