tisdag 23 april 2013

John Ashbery: Instruktionsboken

The Instruction Manual

As I sit looking out of a window of the building
I wish I did not have to write the instruction manual on the uses of a new metal.
I look down into the street and see people, each walking with an inner peace,   
And envy them—they are so far away from me!
Not one of them has to worry about getting out this manual on schedule.   
And, as my way is, I begin to dream, resting my elbows on the desk and leaning out of the window a little,
Of dim Guadalajara! City of rose-colored flowers!
City I wanted most to see, and most did not see, in Mexico!
But I fancy I see, under the press of having to write the instruction manual,   
Your public square, city, with its elaborate little bandstand!
The band is playing Scheherazade by Rimsky-Korsakov.
Around stand the flower girls, handing out rose- and lemon-colored flowers,   
Each attractive in her rose-and-blue striped dress (Oh! such shades of rose and blue),
And nearby is the little white booth where women in green serve you green and yellow fruit.
The couples are parading; everyone is in a holiday mood.
First, leading the parade, is a dapper fellow
Clothed in deep blue. On his head sits a white hat
And he wears a mustache, which has been trimmed for the occasion.
His dear one, his wife, is young and pretty; her shawl is rose, pink, and white.   
Her slippers are patent leather, in the American fashion,
And she carries a fan, for she is modest, and does not want the crowd to see her face too often.
But everybody is so busy with his wife or loved one
I doubt they would notice the mustachioed man’s wife.

(Forts. hela dikten - Här. Poetry Foundation.)
How limited, but how complete withal, has been our experience of Guadalajara!
We have seen young love, married love, and the love of an aged mother for her son.
We have heard the music, tasted the drinks, and looked at colored houses.   
What more is there to do, except stay? And that we cannot do.
And as a last breeze freshens the top of the weathered old tower, I turn my
Back to the instruction manual which has made me dream of Guadalajara.

John Ashbery, “The Instruction Manual” from Some Trees.

En annan berättar om Ashbery i The New Yorker. Och mer kan man läsa på Poetry Foundation.

3 kommentarer:

  1. Pure nostalgia, wondering if Guadalajara still is a Dream /e

  2. Eller så är det mer som i den här artikeln: http://www.svd.se/kultur/understrecket/konsten-att-skjuta-upp-det-oundvikliga_8083916.svd

    - som bl.a. gav mig inspiration till att leta upp Ashbery igen.

  3. Då förstår jag, Gabrielle. Man skulle nog kunna betrakta Perry som konstnär, eller hur? Jag är själv prokastrinerare ( härligt ord förresten ) av skäl jag inte riktigt begriper /e