Harkaitz Cano Poems

FLEXIBLE TIME

Time goes more slowly in a foreign city;
therefore escapes, therefore inadequate airline companies, therefore jetlag
- or that sudden captivating unpleasant odor -
therefore the tendency to read maps upside down.

Time goes more slowly in strange houses;
therefore hotels, therefore visits, a fascination with waiting rooms;
therefore the insatiable desire
to tell ambulances from fire trucks in the swift wail of a siren.

Time goes more slowly in unknown bodies;
therefore the search for lovers that spring from new delays;
therefore wounds, because time goes more slowly over wounds.

Because pain is the false promise of a false eternity.

All explorations,
undertaken with military caps or wrapped in bearskin,
on horseback, in the mountains, in the open air or by sea,
heroic or daily strolls
- Scott, Shackleton, Captain Duvoisin -
are they but pathetic attempts to stop the clock,
to bet against time?

Because time always goes slower as snow is removed
or as the machete clears brambles in the jungle.

But on familiar roads the hours fly by.

This is the price you pay: time goes slowest when you are lost.

Slower on a cliff than on the flatlands.
Slower in the forest than on a safe path.

The rambler always looks to the forest, to the mist there.
He would like to lose time in the forest
but not lose himself in time or
not be lost by time, perhaps.

It has been said:
no one has yet conquered flexible time.
Mere links in the chain of time are we,
bearing children in the forest and telling
children's stories
lost there.

Because time always passes more slowly
on unfamiliar paths.... more »

CHEMOTHERAPY

There is only one thing more depressing
than a hospital
and it's not a cemetery
but a bus full of people
on the regular line to the hospital.
Those people, each with his x-ray under his arm
in an envelope, gaze
lost
in a deep pool that neither you nor I will ever be able to see.
The cradle-smile of a six-year-old in chemotherapy
rends the heart.
Old people holding their x-rays to the light of the window,
‘look: it's that white spot there', they proclaim
joyfully,
and especially those two women you hear talking
over Nine Inch Nails on your walkman,
words
that struggle to scale the cliff of yesterday's tears.
‘You'll see', I tell my husband,
‘you'll see what walks we'll take, the two of us,
when they bring us the wheelchair.
They'll call us Coyote and Roadrunner, Ishmael'.
Coyote and Roadrunner.
I shiver when I hear that,
and then the brave woman adds that the paralysis
has extended to his left hand or maybe to the right.
Each one with his x-ray under his arm,
his quota of cancer, his
abandonment, his glass
eye or his orthopedic glove.
If that doesn't rend the heart
let them incinerate us until the air becomes an axe.
Ishmael awaits our breath.
We can imagine it:
Ishmael, a person still but perhaps with little time,
playing chess on top of the Scottish blanket
that covers his knees,
sometimes sighing, sometimes smiling,
a person still, Ishmael,
life but not still.
‘Coyote and Roadrunner, pray as hard as you can.
You'll see
how things are when they bring us the wheelchair'.... more »

ENE DIARIOAK ETA IZKIRIATURIK AURKITU DITUDANAK

Ogia, lagunak, ardoa. Hurrenkera horretan. Frankenstein doktoreak sortutako munstroak esaten dituen lehen hiru hitzak.

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Hainbeste borroka, katramila, sesio; hainbeste literatura eta hainbeste harrokeria, azkenean, bueltan-bueltan gauza guztietan pentsalari greziarrei arrazoia emateko. Edo are okerrago dena: zure gurasoei.

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Ume irlandar lealistak errana, handitzean zer izan nahi ote duen galdetu diotenean: "Preso ohia".

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Felt, Arthur Millerrek sortutako pertsonaiak esana: "Aukeratu beharra dago: gizakia fidel izan dakioke bere buruari edo fidel izan dakieke gainerakoei. Gainerakoei fidel eta norbere buruari fidel izatea, hori ezinezkoa da".

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Emazteak senarrari: "Gu biotako bat hilko balitz, ni Parisera joango nintzateke bizitzera". (Sigmund Freuden txisterik gustukoena)

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Garraio publikoetan galdutako beste egun bat: zail egiten zait idazlea ala garai batean komertzio biajante esaten zitzaion hori ote naizen bereiztea gaur bezalako egunetan. Idazle hitza ere biajante hitza bezain sasoiz kanpokoa eta iraungia ote den susmoa gero eta errotuago nire baitan. Egin leku predikatzaile berriei.

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Ez erortzea da eraikinen berezko joera (J.R. Amondarain).

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Esperientzia da lortzen duzuna, nahi duzuna lortzen ez duzunean (Ratab Manzil).

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Seme-alabak gerraren jarraipena dira, beste bitarteko batzuekin.

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Xake-taulan falta den piezarik garrantzitsuena: bufoia.

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Zure fedea meharra eta hauskorra dela diozu. Baina zer fede ez da mehar eta hauskor? Mehar eta hauskor ez den fedeari beste izen bat eman behar genioke: xalotasuna, ameskeria, diziplina.
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Jainkoak inkontzienteei laguntzen die. Tamalez, haiek ez dira enteratzen.... more »

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