Distress Coils
by Anne-Marie Derése, translated by Judith Skillman
The waiting volcano inside us
gnaws, digs, trembles,
weighs its chances.
Distress coils up,
shrinks silent like a sick beast.
We are unrecognizable,
unique
in the certainty of our ferocity.
Romancılar da çağdaş ikilemi irdelemek üzere mitolojiye dönmüşlerdir:
James Joyceün Ulysses adlı romanı,
George Orvell'in Nineteen Eighty Four, Dokuz Yüz Seksen Dört (basımı 1949) romanı,
Joseph Conrad'ın Heart of Darkness, Karanlığın Yüreği adlı romanı
Thomas Mann ‘ınThe Magic Mountain, Büyülü Dağ (1924) adlı romanı,
Malcolm Lowry'nin Under the Volcano, Yanardağın Altında (1947) ,
“How do you compare sadness that takes over like an erupted volcano to sadness that stays inside one, still as a still-born baby?”
How do volcano eruptions begin? Pressure. And it’s brewing inside of me. The fiery magma is rising, thickening with hatred, growing denser with bloodlust.
Eventually, I’m going to fucking explode, and I promise I will burn this entire goddamn house down with me.
