#yiddishposting

[jouissanceangel]

goylemdik shlep

ikh zikh

arum, mayn

shtern farkhasmet

mit “hevl” —

tsung opgenumen

fun loshn-thomen

un pshat-kholels

vos brekhn

plutsem aroys

oyf der

same rege

fun redn.

golem-like i

drag myself

around, forehead

inscription: not-sense —

tongue frozen

by language-cavitites

and meaning-voids

that erupt

suddenly at

the moment

of speech

——

poem i wrote about the (im)possibility of fluency, construed historically, linguistically, culturally

[jouissanceangel]

On Avenue A, when Halloween rolled around, on that American yontef [holiday], whose meaning they didn't understand whatsoever, all six youngsters would go out on the street with socks stuffed full of ash, whacking everyone with whom they crossed paths over the head with them. Such a densely packed sock could give someone a serious headache, but it was an honored mineg [custom] on the Lower East Side, and you don't just go around messing with tradition." - Khaver Paver, "Clinton Street"

[jouissanceangel]

my yiddish translation

[jouissanceangel]

poem i wrote in yiddish

an inside inverted (m

elancholy visions of collapse). we

scream like doves and clasp hazy

memories of old times in our shoulders.

history, lurking specter, your signs

are on every wall.

here, everything amounts to a strange dream; an

impossible maybe, a sunset on the tip of the tongue...

[jouissanceangel]

My translation of "Eygns" by Yankev Glatshteyn

[jouissanceangel]

אַ ליד מײַנס

[jouissanceangel]

“When there is a home on every star,

when there is nowhere where we are lonely —

still, Earth will be our home,

nothing can change that;

because the land of the Soviets is here,

because this is where Lenin was born.”

- Arn Vergelis, from “Af der levone” (“On the Moon”) in Kosmishe Poeme, a cycle of space-themed poetry appearing in the March-April 1962 issue of Sovetish Heymland.

[jouissanceangel]

another anna margolin translation (by me) for yr evening