NEW TYRES
The white man fucks the black woman.
Amid vodou and death.
That’s how simple I see it.
Let me go on.
The palm tree trembles.
The sea prostitutes itself every day.
Animals murmur in the inner sanctum.
The gate is closed all day
and there’s no water in the pool.
I buy four new tyres and arrange a repair
of the chassis.
That’s all.
from Billedet forestiller, Gyldendal (2000)
Translated from the Danish by Martin Aitken
© Jørgen Leth & Gyldendal, 2000
Translation © Martin Aitken, 2008
1 comment:
Leth, again. I just got the urge to do this over a cup of coffee one morning. It hasn't gone anywhere yet, but it should do.
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