Poem No. 56: “It is raining – Es regnet” by Ada Negri (1870 – 1945, Italy)

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It’s Raining

It’s only been raining for an hour,
but the child thinks that it has
been raining for a long long time,
above the big city.
It rains on the roofs and the walls,
it rains on the long avenue,
it rains on the dark trees
with a sad repetitive rhythm;
it rains; and you hear the roar
coming from the windows,
that pour slow tears
like sullen girls.
It rains; and down there in the street
and in every house,
the intimate melancholy
of the falling rain
takes over.

Es regnet

Es regnet erst seit einer Stunde
aber das Kind denkt, es habe bereits
seit langer Zeit geregnet,
über der großen Stadt.
Es regnet auf die Dächer und die Mauern,
es regnet auf die lange Allee,
es regnet auf die dunklen Bäume
in einem traurigen, sich wiederholenden Rhythmus;
es regnet;  und du hörst das Gebraus
das von den Fenstern kommt,
die langsame Tränen ergießen
wie mißlaunige Mädchen.
Es regnet; und dort unten in der Strasse
und in jedem Haus,
die vertraute Melancholie 
des fallenden Regens.

Poem No. 54: “What Hands Remember” by Johanna Ekström (Sweden)

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“Hands” – David Hollander

What Hands Remember

arms at sides
appear as if they are waiting

the large words
sleep under
palms

a hard candy is sucked
till slivered
glass words like
splinters under fingernails

Who has died of love?

In the coffin lining all the children sleep
mouth and eye wiped dry
their mouths are not where mouths should be
don’t see what they should see
Who isn’t convinced of their own harm?

These empty hands flare
birthmarks burned away

Hands fall as tulip leaves
sweep away the face’s features

Hands jolt in sleep
remembering their loneliness

She lays a blossom over the children
covers them with the palm of her hand

No one has died of love
There is a storm like I have never felt.

Tipp No. 98: Womenswear by the Dutch Fashion Designer Iris van Herpen (Netherlands)

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IRIS VAN HERPEN CATWALK FASHION SHOW FW15
Iris van Herpen, AW14/15
IRIS VAN HERPEN CATWALK FASHION SHOW FW15
IRIS VAN HERPEN CATWALK FASHION SHOW FW15
Iris van Herpen, AW14/15
IRIS VAN HERPEN CATWALK FASHION SHOW FW15

IRIS VAN HERPEN is a well-known, very successful Dutch fashion designer, innovator and artists who combines traditional couture craftsmanship with new technologies (e.g. 3D printing) to create unique organical-shaped fashion. Besides her couture collections (pls. see the Couture post about Iris van Herpen), she is offering a womenswear collections, as introduced above.

In my view, her fashion allows women to show their different facettes – from elf-like fragility (couture) to amazon-like toughness (womenswear) – perfectly. I definetely love her work….also because of the references to Japanese design principles and trends.

IRIS VAN HERPEN ABOUT HER VISION

“If I were to use one word to describe my work, it would be movement
as one of the most influential things in my life has been my classical ballet practice. Through dance I learned about the seduction of movement, the transformation of the body and the ‘evolution’ of shape. Those years taught me how to shift shape and were the birth of my interest in fashion.

I Don’t think of fashion as being clothes, or a discipline. I think of it being much more. I see fashion as a dialogue between our inside and our outside.
For me fashion is a form of art that is close related to me and my body. I see it as a very personal expression of identity combined with desire, mood and culture.

Looking around me, I consider what I can’t see as much as what I can see, and
that transformative focus creates freedom in my work. Each garment and every collection is an embodiment to new understanding and discovery, on conceptual level, on the level of materiality and on the level of femininity. Its my search to new forms of femininity through organic silhouettes, delicate craftsmanship, innovation and the collaboration with other artists, architects and scientists.

There’s beauty in contrast, new terrains are found at the intersection between precision and chaos, art and science, the human touch and the high-tech, the artificial and the organic.”

Iris van Herpen

https://www.irisvanherpen.com/home

Shared No. 73: “Ziemlich verwirrt – Quite Bewildered” by Roland Risch

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Again a challenge to translate due to missing equivalent plays on words. Nevertheless, it is one of my favorite poems by Roland Risch. And the result is okay, I think.

For instance, “Macht” = “Power” but in German the verb “macht” means also “to do / did sth”.

Or if a person is full of a feeling the ending “-selig” is used. This ending literally means “blessed”…

Or the term “Krieg” (= war) is related to “kriegen” (= getting something)…and so on.

As you can see, the German language possess many facettes, metaphers and plays on words that enables the author to switch quickly from one meaning / level / context / mood to another.

Voilà….

QUITE BEWILDERED

I dont want anything.
Or I want it all.
But I want this.
Didnt
 want that.

Okay, okay.
I just want to have happiness.
A little bit of it.
Well, a little bit much of it.

Satisfied?
Too folish.
Watching?
An imposition.

What to do?
Becoming a (wrong)doer?
Deedless watching.
Didn`t do anything!

One does.
Doers are good.
Are they doing anything,
the ones in power?
Went badly.

Looking at it -
looking the other way.
Hot air
is warming instantly
for a moment.

I am.
Small world.
For you: No place.
Frankly speaking:
Amusing
and useful,
the idol.

Good idea
makes happy. 
Living this idea
makes free.

Rischs Blog

Ich will nichts.
Oder ich will alles.
Aber das will ich.
Habe das da nicht gewollt.

Gut, gut.
Ich will nur Glück.
Ein wenig davon.
Aber ein wenig viel.

Zufrieden?
Zu albern.
Zuschauen?
Eine Zumutung.

Was tun?
Täter werden?
Tatenlos zuschauen.
Habe nichts getan!

Man macht.
Macher sind gut!
Machen die nichts,
die an der Macht?

Macht?
Danke!
Sauber bleiben.
Bleibe kleines Licht.

Armselig.
Leutselig.
Unselig.
Selig sind die Dummen.

Macht macht.
Kriegt Krieg.
Finger fingern
mit List und Hinterlist.

Alles für Dich.
Für Euch das Beste.
Kann nichts dafür.
Eher nichts für alle.

Das Beste ansagen,
das Gute nicht sehen.
Alles normal –
schlecht gelaufen.

Hinschauen –
wegsehen.
Heisse Luft
wärmt nur für den Moment.

Ich bin.
Kleine Welt,
meine Welt.
Für Euch: Kein Platz.

Ehrlich gesagt:
Ergötzlich,
und nützlich,
der Götz.

Guter Gedanke
macht froh.
Ihn leben
macht frei.

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