{"id":72630,"date":"2015-02-14T16:25:39","date_gmt":"2015-02-14T16:25:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/?p=72630"},"modified":"2015-02-16T00:31:45","modified_gmt":"2015-02-16T00:31:45","slug":"mundi-other-poems","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/mundi-other-poems\/","title":{"rendered":"Mundi &amp; other poems"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>By T\u00c3\u00b3roddur Poulsen.<\/p>\n<p><strong>You<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>you&#8217;ll be<br \/>\nput<br \/>\nin a diaper<br \/>\nand<br \/>\ntended<br \/>\nby rubber gloves<\/p>\n<p>and stare<br \/>\nat a blank<br \/>\ntelevision screen<br \/>\nall day long<br \/>\nbecause it&#8217;s so nice\t\t\t<\/p>\n<p>remembering<br \/>\nhow riveting<br \/>\nthe snappish<br \/>\nshut-up<br \/>\nsound<br \/>\nof the black<br \/>\nelectric meter<br \/>\nwas when<br \/>\nit was first<br \/>\ninstalled<br \/>\nout in the hallway<\/p>\n<p><strong>T\u00c3\u00ba<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>t\u00c3\u00ba ver\u00c3\u00b0ur<br \/>\nlagdur<br \/>\n\u00c3\u00ad bl\u00c3\u00a6u<br \/>\nog<br \/>\nr\u00c3\u00b8kta\u00c3\u00b0ur<br \/>\nav gummihandskum<\/p>\n<p>starir<br \/>\nallan dagin<br \/>\nat sl\u00c3\u00b8kta<br \/>\nsj\u00c3\u00b3nvarpinum<br \/>\nt\u00c3\u00ad ta\u00c3\u00b0 er so f\u00c3\u00adnt<\/p>\n<p>minnist<br \/>\nhvussu bergtikin<br \/>\nt\u00c3\u00ba vart<br \/>\nav n\u00c3\u00bdggja<br \/>\nsvarta<br \/>\nravmagnsteljaranum<br \/>\n\u00c3\u00bati \u00c3\u00ad gongini<br \/>\nvi\u00c3\u00b0 s\u00c3\u00adnum<br \/>\nsnurruta<br \/>\ninnikleimda<br \/>\nlj\u00c3\u00b3\u00c3\u00b0i<\/p>\n<p><strong>Almost <\/strong><\/p>\n<p>almost<br \/>\nwrote<br \/>\nthe word<br \/>\nthat lies<br \/>\nbut can&#8217;t<br \/>\nstand<br \/>\nbecause<br \/>\nit died<br \/>\nin the<br \/>\nwashing<br \/>\nmachine <\/p>\n<p><strong>Mundi<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>mundi<br \/>\nskriva\u00c3\u00b0<br \/>\nta\u00c3\u00b0 or\u00c3\u00b0i\u00c3\u00b0<br \/>\nsum ikki<br \/>\nkann<br \/>\nstanda<br \/>\nmen<br \/>\nliggja<br \/>\nt\u00c3\u00ad ta\u00c3\u00b0<br \/>\ndoy\u00c3\u00b0i<br \/>\n\u00c3\u00ad<br \/>\nvaskimaskinuni<\/p>\n<p><strong>Mouth<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>a mouth<br \/>\nfull<br \/>\nof toothless rage<\/p>\n<p>got stuffed<br \/>\nwith crumbled<br \/>\nletters\t\t\t\t  \t<\/p>\n<p>it spewed<br \/>\nall over the churchyard<br \/>\nthe following day<\/p>\n<p>during a downpour of faith\t\t<\/p>\n<p>and though the blessed sun came out\t\t<\/p>\n<p>midges filled you<br \/>\nwith fresh doubts\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n<p>then before you know it<br \/>\nit&#8217;s thundering again\t\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n<p>and lightning says<br \/>\nlife&#8217;s as short<\/p>\n<p>as this<\/p>\n<p><strong>Munnurin<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>ein munnur<br \/>\nfullur av<br \/>\ntannleysari \u00c3\u00b8\u00c3\u00b0i<\/p>\n<p>fyltist<br \/>\nvi\u00c3\u00b0 morla\u00c3\u00b0um<br \/>\nb\u00c3\u00b3kstavum<\/p>\n<p>sum dagin eftir<br \/>\nblivu sp\u00c3\u00bdttir \u00c3\u00bat<br \/>\nyvir allan kirkjugar\u00c3\u00b0in<\/p>\n<p>har tr\u00c3\u00bagvin oysti ni\u00c3\u00b0ur<\/p>\n<p>og so kom tann s\u00c3\u00a6la s\u00c3\u00b3lin<\/p>\n<p>men m\u00c3\u00bdggjabitarnir<br \/>\nfingu teg aftur at ivast<\/p>\n<p>\u00c3\u00a1\u00c3\u00b0renn t\u00c3\u00ba veitst av<br \/>\ngongur toran aftur<\/p>\n<p>og snarlj\u00c3\u00b3si\u00c3\u00b0 sigur<br \/>\nat so stutt sum ta\u00c3\u00b0<\/p>\n<p>er l\u00c3\u00advi\u00c3\u00b0<\/p>\n<p><strong>Red-Hot Day<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>a red-hot day<br \/>\nunder slanting walls<br \/>\nwhere book dust<br \/>\nphlegm and words<br \/>\nrally to the beat<br \/>\nof a heart<br \/>\nthat wants out<br \/>\nto go sledding<br \/>\nand then pound<br \/>\ninside the snowman<br \/>\nit built<br \/>\nto that end   \t\t\t\t<\/p>\n<p><strong>Gl\u00c3\u00b3\u00c3\u00b0heitur Dagur<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>gl\u00c3\u00b3\u00c3\u00b0heitur dagur<br \/>\nundir skr\u00c3\u00a1vegginum<br \/>\nhar b\u00c3\u00b3kast\u00c3\u00b8vi\u00c3\u00b0<br \/>\nsl\u00c3\u00admi\u00c3\u00b0 og or\u00c3\u00b0ini<br \/>\nfylkjast \u00c3\u00ad takt<br \/>\nvi\u00c3\u00b0 hjarta\u00c3\u00b0<br \/>\nsum vil \u00c3\u00bat<br \/>\nat skrei\u00c3\u00b0a<br \/>\nog s\u00c3\u00ad\u00c3\u00b0ani duka<br \/>\ninni \u00c3\u00ad kavamanninum<br \/>\nta\u00c3\u00b0 evna\u00c3\u00b0i til ta\u00c3\u00b0 sama<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/02\/T\u00c3\u00b3roddur_Poulsen_by_Randi_Ward.jpg\"><img fetchpriority=\"high\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/02\/T\u00c3\u00b3roddur_Poulsen_by_Randi_Ward-300x190.jpg\" alt=\"T\u00c3\u00b3roddur_Poulsen_by_Randi_Ward\" width=\"300\" height=\"190\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-72633\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><strong>ABOUT THE AUTHOR<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>T\u00c3\u00b3roddur Poulsen<\/strong> (1957) is a pioneering Faroese writer, graphic artist and musician. He grew up in T\u00c3\u00b3rshavn, the capital city of the Faroe Islands, during a period of intense socioeconomic and cultural transition. Since his debut poetry collection, <em>Botnfall<\/em> (Dregs, 1984), Poulsen has published forty books and become an inimitable force in Nordic literature. <em>Fjalir<\/em> (Planks, 2013) earned him his sixth nomination for the Nordic Council Literature Prize. <\/p>\n<p><strong>ABOUT THE TRANSLATOR<\/strong><br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/www.randiward.com\/about\">Randi Ward<\/a> (1982) is a writer, translator, lyricist and photographer from West Virginia. She earned her MA in Cultural Studies from the University of the Faroe Islands and is a recipient of The American-Scandinavian Foundation&#8217;s Nadia Christensen Prize. Ward is a Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee whose work has appeared in <em>Asymptote, Beloit Poetry Journal, Cimarron Review, World Literature Today, Vencil: Anthology of Contemporary Faroese Literature<\/em> and other publications.  <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/02\/T\u00c3\u00b3roddur_Poulsen_by_Randi_Ward.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/02\/T\u00c3\u00b3roddur_Poulsen_by_Randi_Ward-420x179.jpg\" alt=\"T\u00c3\u00b3roddur_Poulsen_by_Randi_Ward\" width=\"420\" height=\"179\" class=\"alignnone size-thumbnail wp-image-72633\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>you&#8217;ll be<br \/>\nput<br \/>\nin a diaper<br \/>\nand<br \/>\ntended<br \/>\nby rubber gloves<\/p>\n<p>and stare<br \/>\nat a blank<br \/>\ntelevision screen<br \/>\nall day long<br \/>\nbecause it&#8217;s so nice\t<\/p>\n<p>By <strong>T\u00c3\u00b3roddur Poulsen<\/strong>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":155,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-72630","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/72630","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/155"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=72630"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/72630\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=72630"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=72630"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=72630"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}