Cut off the hand
Fragment 5 from the long poem ‘Lil Loaf of Bread’
A few words on trauma. Self-inflicted wounds. Peergynt. Anschluice. Ankersmit. Spring will flash by and who the fuck cares.
No, nothing’s shooting out there. A sickle encounters some fruitless bough, lops off its parts, children ensue, and we walk on.
Translated by Ainsley Morse, Bela Shayevich, Timmy Straw, Cathy Ciepiela, Igor Gulin, Brian Kim, Dinara Rasuleva
Gesamtkunstwerk Catfish
Contour part three
Bone
Cut off the hand (A few words on trauma)
