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A Poem for Brno and Bats
I may have a translation later, but for now I guess this one is just for Karla. Anyone else interested will have to attend the natural history exhibits at the National Museum in Prague to understand the fascination with naši netopýři, "our bats." (Poem from Brněnský metropolitan, 10/2005, p. 18.)
Co mi řekl netopýr
by Michal Polický
Z Brna se stává stará panna
V noci zůstává samo a špatně spí
Mravenečkové totiž šplhají na Olymp
pro nedopité lahve ambrozie
nebo skládají dobrovolně hlavu na Špalek
V noci Brno umírá
ráno se rodí s kruhy pod očima
Vzpomíná na Švédy
a chtělo by se zas někomu bránit
Co mi řekl netopýr
by Michal Polický
Z Brna se stává stará panna
V noci zůstává samo a špatně spí
Mravenečkové totiž šplhají na Olymp
pro nedopité lahve ambrozie
nebo skládají dobrovolně hlavu na Špalek
V noci Brno umírá
ráno se rodí s kruhy pod očima
Vzpomíná na Švédy
a chtělo by se zas někomu bránit
Posted 01 November 2005 at 22:35.
A graduate student in music and anthropology writing a dissertation about music in Moravia, the eastern third of the Czech Republic. At some point, the Czech Republic's "second city" (that would be Brno) captured my attention, and I've since been blogging about events, arts, music, and other stuff—basically whatever interests me in and around the cityscape. I'm not living in Brno now, but I keep up with the cultural pulse from afar as best I can.
Comments:
I'm touched (possibly in the head); I don't think anyone has ever associated me with a poem before. It's especially fine that it is a poem (tangentially) about naši netopyři. I am envisioning the display already, and also the more bizarre one of the foreign netopyři. There could have been more bats in the poem itself, of course.
5:21 PM, November 02, 2005
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