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[The Confession of a Prisoner of Conscience] A Sestina I don't know how to make children laugh, Not to mention how to make them cry, I simply take kindly to being badgered by children… After I broke up with her, I became a prisoner of conscience. Suffering from the omnipresent tyranny of love, I was subjected to the penal labor of faking her tomb. For the old lover must be announced dead, and her tomb Better be found, if not-it's not a matter for laughter- She will become a legend thus causing political consequences in love, So there was nothing romantic, and I did not even cry, After all, this knowledge quieted my conscience: Our love was a stillborn revolution, and we were not children. Banished form the Eden, we were not the children Of God anymore, and her breasts were no honeycombs but tombs Dripping no milk but black, ant-like ill conscience. "If love brings the Ultimate Happiness (subduing my hysteric laugh) Soon it will lead to a Happy Eschatology and cries For nothing but an unbreakable regime of love" The Realpolitik of love, Will make us believe we are children. Enjoying such a deceitful eternity with a lusty cry, We happily bury our embarrassing history in the tomb- It is a dialectics of Happy-ism with foolish laughs And outraged conscience Yet the old lover is like a haunting conscience A miserable prison is also a happy school of love Even though the fratricidal relation in a triangle made me a laughing Stock, I still believe we were as innocent as children Just like Antigone being walled up in her brother's tomb "Maybe she was the only one who never betrayed anyone," I cried "A man of temper will be resentful forever," she cried Maybe I only pretend to be love's prisoner of conscience This reality defames my memory like a raider of tombs- It is I who have been "aufhebunged" by love And she succeeds now, maybe already has many children, Already forgave the past with a laugh I still don't know how to make children laugh, Just keep being badgered out of all cry by the tender conscience… I am ready to confess everything, digging my own tomb for love -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 71.57.71.75
spacedunce5:quite nice, but i think the setina 140.112.4.195 11/12 15:57
spacedunce5:uses all six words in the 140.112.4.195 11/12 16:35
spacedunce5:retrogradatio cruciata (last stz) 140.112.4.195 11/12 16:35
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kamadevas:Thanks! I hope I have fixed it right. 71.57.71.75 11/13 00:48
spacedunce5: sestina 61.228.81.84 11/13 13:54