Can you hear it?: Claus Ankersen
Listen!
Mums filibaba
Ting-gluti-tuu
On the barstool, a swine in human form
is oinking
it’s snout buried in a plate of nachos
it wears a broad wool headband
and looks like it thinks it looks like
Elaine from Seinfeld
Two sows are throning by it’s side, dressed in pretty outfits
fashionably draped on their aging hams
the swine lifts its snout
Oink, it grunts to its girlfriends
Oink-oink, they smile, and blink their blue, blue pig’s-eyes beneath painted brows
Human onomatopoetica 101
Sneer, bark, tweet, bow-wow, moo, baa, oink
Oink, blop, hiss, buzz, howl, meow
Howl, wauv, wee, hooray, yahoo
Hey-ya, hop, hooray
Skankeli- skongle, dangle-doo
Do you know what we should do?
We should dance the clog-clog dance
Winkely Wankely woo
All the animals in the field go umchi-um, and all the cars on the street go umchi-um
all the joggers in the park run umchi-um, and inside the apartments they moan
Ah, he moans
Oh, she moans
Oh she moans
Ah, he moans
Donk, goes the bedpost against the wall
Squeak, shouts the mattress
Tick-tock, ticks the clock
Di-de-li-de-lit, calls the textmessage
Honk, honks the horn on the street
Screech, whine the tires
Bang, crash the steel
Crack, splits the bones
Splash, flows the blood, while others are having fun going at it:
Oh, he moans
Eh, she moans
Ooh, he moans
Eeh, she moans
Smack- smack, smacks the bodies
Slurp-slurp, smacks the lips
Gang-gang-gang-gang drums the bedpost
Oui-i, oui-i, sings the bed
Tick-tack, goes the clock
Ba-buu, howls the ambulance
Dong-dong, announce the churchbell
Cause all the beasts on the field go, umchi-um
and all the kids in the club go umchi-um
all the girls in the park go umchi-um
and all the guys in the pub go glug glug glug glug
You be quiet now
and listen
hear
the sound of the heart that beats
the sound of time passing
the sound of the blood pumping, the thought thinking, the wheel spinning, the arrow hitting
the brush painting
Hear the tree singing in the wind
the sound of the cheek blushing
the sound of eyes smiling
the sound of moist lips
snow whirling
Listen to the sound of a finger caressing a face, or gliding
into a narrow crack
the sound of friendship
the sound of love
the sound of spring
the sound of falling in love
the sound
of life
My legs serenade a hymn to the corner, I
close in
on the sound of your breath, close, so close by
my springy step journeying
up
the stairways
so I can feel your heart
from within and nearly touch it
As we come together
you laugh
‘You came in my eye’
‘But I came inside you, I answer
sheepishly
‘yes’ you smile
Listen
The sound of a flower blooming
The sound of an egg, cracking
The sound of a spiders web
the sound of sunshine
the sound of lacquer and oil and the sound
of stockings
the sound of hunches, deceit and depression
Hear the sound of wisdom
the sound of waving goodbye on a train station in Novgorod – or Tampere
the sound of Alice in Wonderland
the sound of a boy turning into Monday, the sound
of beating sexes, the sound
of sound so soft, wet and sweet, the sound of hair growing
Listen to the sound of strength, the sound
of red
the sound of heat, the sound of south
Listen to the sound of the midday-heat, the sound
of spears
the sound of life, the sound
of sound
The sound
of your long legs, the sound
of your huge tits, the sound
of your white teeth, the sound
of your high cheekbones
the sound of your slim waist
the sound of your Parisian butt
the sound
of your spread legs
the sound of your eyes
when they look into mine
the sound of fingers bonding
the sound of codes being cracked
of twosomeness and shared moments
the sound of sudden stillness in a sea of noise
the sound of the riddle being solved, the sound
of the eurekan insight
the sound
of a Gordian knot
being cut
Can you hear it, when I think of you?
Does my voice ring clear and loud to your inner ear?
Does it resonate
along your inner corridors
when I call out, does the echo sing across the mountain walls
of your mind’s Himalaya
Do you hear it roar blood-red
down the Niagara of your heart:
I love you!