Trinity Journal of Literary Translation
A True Portrait of the Author
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trans. John Kearns
Here I am, with limitless hair, with boots that smile
from ear to ear, I stand before the background of
spruce in which my heart has nested (beside a lame leveret playing soft pipe cadences).
And here is my heart – an innocent chick in an
unbuttoned smock. While my work is a mating ground of papers, whose exuberant screech kills patriarchal
editors making good their escape and taken up with
matters of heavenly dumplings... Here I am, and over me my sign: the mighty flag of sloth, green and vast.