Post by Arjan Hut on Mar 1, 2020 8:54:13 GMT -5
You cannot
go back
to court.
The judge
is dead.
The evil
has been said.
The evil
Remains repeated.
The evil
has become
justice.
The evil
is not true.
Only
the sadness
is true.
You cannot
go back
to court.
The judge
who did it
is dead.
(Jan Arends, Lunchpauzegedichten, 1974)
This is a rough translation (by me) of a poem by Dutch poet Jan Arends. Arends jumped from his
apartment window on the evening of January 21, 1974. His poems are thin, dark and bitter.
This one, somehow, reminded me of Earl Warren, the Warren Commission and the support of
the media (then and now) for the fairytale of a lone nut with a magic bullet. It's probably
not about these things at all, but that's what you get with poetry.
go back
to court.
The judge
is dead.
The evil
has been said.
The evil
Remains repeated.
The evil
has become
justice.
The evil
is not true.
Only
the sadness
is true.
You cannot
go back
to court.
The judge
who did it
is dead.
(Jan Arends, Lunchpauzegedichten, 1974)
This is a rough translation (by me) of a poem by Dutch poet Jan Arends. Arends jumped from his
apartment window on the evening of January 21, 1974. His poems are thin, dark and bitter.
This one, somehow, reminded me of Earl Warren, the Warren Commission and the support of
the media (then and now) for the fairytale of a lone nut with a magic bullet. It's probably
not about these things at all, but that's what you get with poetry.