Flowmatic Blood Moon er Poetisk Podcasts første tosprogede produktion, og på mange måder frugten af en fælles indsats. Shadi Bazeghis digte forholder sig til traumer, spændinger og virkningerne af krig. De er storskalerede refleksioner over vores planets aktuelle tilstand, rodfæstet i en hverdagslig poetisk intimitet. Mansoor Hosseini, der som Shadi oprindelig er flygtning fra Iran, har skabt en musik som både er moderne og nostalgisk; lydlige landskaber der åbner et dramatisk rum for ordene, og forstærker deres intensitet.
Tekst/Stemme: Shadi Bazeghi
Musik: Mansoor Mani Hosseini
Montage/Lyddesign: Rudiger Meyer
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Flowmatic Blood Moon is Poetisk Podcast’s first bilingual production and in many ways a collaborative effort. Shadi Bazeghi’s poems tackle trauma, tension, and the effects of war. Big-picture reflections on the current state of our planet rooted in a poetic intimacy of the everyday. Mansoor Hosseini, like Shadi originally a refugee from Iran, has created music that is both modern and nostalgic, creating landscapes that open a space for the words and amplify their intensity.
Text/Voice: Shadi Bazeghi
Music: Mansoor Mani Hosseini
Montage/Sound Design: Rudiger Meyer
– [01] all hail the american night
i said: all hail the american night
— [05] you have a way of repeating things
when you program
— [01] probably but i have expanded the code
PROGRAM ID . hello-world-as-deep-as-a-paper-plate
with ruby-red lipstick on the rim
— what are we without a little elegance
when the masks crack and we
recognize each other
i am so tired i say and you’re the only one who knows
it’s a vast understatement that i am cold
as hell that time is a continuation
of the economy’s repeating pattern
the US military that buys 269,000 barrels of oil every day
war capital that pays for our excess consumption
populations unable to see the forest for the consumables
who turn to warlords for words of comfort
the dissonance and gravity of the syndromes memory flashes
and a heavy oblivion corroding the spirit
there is nothing besides a poetry
[10]
it reeks of smoke and pent-up night here
the dreams grow from your hair
with shared pain and blood in my face
DISPLAY september nights the divergence of melancholies
in flowmatic september nights where longing
DISPLAY september nights hoarse flowmatic september nights
an interstellar object moves into Pegasus
hold on we are here we are not here
EXIT PERFORM you know DISPLAY
september nights 7-digit september nights
in what language does rain fall
over unrecognizable bodies
Common Business Oriented Language?
Venus moves into Scorpio and your passion
your ethnic passion reeks!
there are 117 earth days between each sunrise
– berätta något för mig som inte redan finns
– tell them you came and saw and looked into my eyes
of the pomme grenade
or 100 years from now and talk
about writing it all down
as the only reflexive emotion by definition
the only one that can cultivate
the earth that constantly must.must.must.
without hope or fear or doubt
in order for us to fertilize the camp and battlefields
crystallized morning dew negligé
i paced around the garden the frost
under my stilettos your body
still reminding me of
with Himalayan birds
black nightshade
i drank absinth that morning habibi
the birds drank chlorine water
they flew from table to table
eating abandoned
bread scrambled eggs fear
is so enamored of her own oppression
that she cannot see her heelprint
upon another woman’s face?
English Translation: Flowmatic, Shadi Angelina Bazeghi, Gyldendal, 2020, translated by Katrine Øgaard Jensen, p.32-36 and p.67-77
