Vijftig jaar Paradiso – vrijgegeven door een kraakactie waarin de dichter Simon Vinkenoog een rol speelde en door een CPN-wethouder gelegaliseerd. Dat zullen we niet meer beleven.
Het vergt enig zelfonderzoek: wie heb ik er gezien en wat vermeld ik dan? Laat ik Sykurmolarnir opvoeren, alternatieve band van IJsland met leuke zangeres aan wie ik echt in haar 1988-versie moet denken want ik heb een gloeiende hekel aan wat natuurlijk Haar Grote Solohit is die je altijd zult horen als zij ter sprake is. Björk ja. Van de Sugarcubes.
Hún á heima í húsinu þarna
þar heim fyrir utan
Grabblar í mold með fingrunum
Og munninum, hún er fimm ára
Þræðir orma upp á bönd
Geymir köngulær í vasanum
Safnar fluguvængjum í krús
Skrúbbar hrossaflugur
Og klemmir þær á snúru
Ohhh…
Hún á einn vin, hann býr í næsta húsi
Þau eru að hlusta á veðrið
Hann veit hvað margar freknur hún er með
Hún klórar í skeggið hans
Hún mála þungar bækur
Og límir þær saman
Þau sáu stóran brumma
Hann sveif niður himininn
Hún snerti hann!
Ohhh…
Í dag er afmæli
þau sjúga vindla
Hann ber blómakeðju
Og hann saumar fugl
í nærbuxurnar hennar
Ohhh…
þau sjúga vindla…
þau liggja í baðkari…
í dag er hennar dagur…
Tam, tam, tam-a-tam-a-tam…
Ammæli, 1987
She lives in this house over there, has her world outside it.
Grapples with the earth with her fingers and her mouth, she’s five years old.
Thread worms on a string, keeps spiders in her pocket, collects fly-wings in
A jar scrubs horse flies and pinches them on a line. she’s got one friend
He lives next door, they listen to the weather, he knows how many freckles
she’s got,
She scratches his beard. she’s painting huge books, glues them together,
They saw a big raven; it glided down the sky, she touched it.
Today’s a birthday, they’re smoking cigars, he got a chain of flowers,
Sows a bird in her knickers, they’re smoking cigars, lie in the bathtub, chain of flowers.
Engelse versie: Birthday, 1988
