Sju poäng gick till 1500-talspoemet av Joachim du Bellay, Lag Loire, för det sätt den kämpar mot hopplösheten. Men språkligt gav den mig inte så mycket. Språkvirtuos under första dagen blev istället Evelyn Lau, Lag Vancouver. I högsta grad på grund av raderna:
you are chewing me up from the inside,
your constant gnawing, your spastic contortions
bruising the liver, sending its gamma readings soaring
Högst totalpoäng fick emellertid Cypern och Kyriakos Charalambidis för dikten "Kroppens bitterhetslära".
Poängutdelning:
| Lag | Innehåll | Språk | Totalt |
| Cypern | 5 | 3 | 8 |
| Vancouver | 3 | 4 | 7 |
| Loire | 7 | 0 | 7 |
| Kosovo | 6 | 0 | 6 |
| Zuid-Holland | 4 | 1 | 5 |
| Åland | 2 | 2 | 4 |
| Sicilien | 1 | 0 | 1 |
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Tema för andra dagen är: Språk
KOSOVO : from When will you speak out, Ali Podrimja / Ali Podrimja
In the fashionable part of Europe you are an Albanais
In Italy an Arbëresh in Greece an Arvanitas
In Turkey elhamdulillah an Arnaut
In America canned meat
and nothing else
nothing else
Who knows how many languages your God speaks
And you remain silent Ali Podrimja
you still believe
in mankind
But but
When will you speak out good man
Or must you first be born
Why does the moss cover your roof
ÅLAND : ur Ljusflagor / Jan Andersson
Språkets minnen,
blåa linjer där isen förut
låg förtöjd,
torra spant mot tungan.
Ordens goda lukt.
Språng iklädda sten.
VANCOUVER : from The Present / Lisa Robertson
Someone stands and weeps in the glass telephone theatre
Someone sits and murmurs
This dog that swims in toxic Latin
Licks his Latin paws
This is the middle of my life
Bringing with me my skin
I go to the library
How will I recognize disorder?
CYPERN : from When you return to Ashtarak / Nora Nadjarian
sing sing and wake up the stones
the souls of the dead the river the skies
sing to those red and orange birds in our language
sing those bittersweet words and proud refrains
to show them you remember who you are
stand on the bridge
and listen to the silence of our ancestors
in the marrow of your bones
remember who you are
as you sing to the river Kasakh
when you return
SICILIEN : from Language and dialect / Ignazio Buttitta
A People
become impoverished
and servile,
when taken from them
the language
endowed by their fathers:
is lost forever.
They become impoverished
and servile,
when their words don't
generate words
and they canabalize
themselves.
ZUID-HOLLAND : from When I can escape my words no longer / Erik Lindner
When I can escape my words no longer
or his voice that robs them of force, sounds, the
child is cut out
for the spreading of her locks
know then
that seldom
does a hand push and stop.
LOIRE : from Noise / Philippe Beck
Active wish in the bedroom.
Or the speaking Room.
Child is there.
Syllable-idyll.
Tom Thumb lives
by his limbs,
that is, the brain.
Mind is a limb.
Child inhabits sometimes the ear
of animals
and steers them.
He imitates them.
He is also the voice of noise.
In the fashionable part of Europe you are an Albanais
In Italy an Arbëresh in Greece an Arvanitas
In Turkey elhamdulillah an Arnaut
In America canned meat
and nothing else
nothing else
Who knows how many languages your God speaks
And you remain silent Ali Podrimja
you still believe
in mankind
But but
When will you speak out good man
Or must you first be born
Why does the moss cover your roof
*
Språkets minnen,
blåa linjer där isen förut
låg förtöjd,
torra spant mot tungan.
Ordens goda lukt.
Språng iklädda sten.
*
Someone stands and weeps in the glass telephone theatre
Someone sits and murmurs
This dog that swims in toxic Latin
Licks his Latin paws
This is the middle of my life
Bringing with me my skin
I go to the library
How will I recognize disorder?
*
CYPERN : from When you return to Ashtarak / Nora Nadjarian
sing sing and wake up the stones
the souls of the dead the river the skies
sing to those red and orange birds in our language
sing those bittersweet words and proud refrains
to show them you remember who you are
stand on the bridge
and listen to the silence of our ancestors
in the marrow of your bones
remember who you are
as you sing to the river Kasakh
when you return
*
A People
become impoverished
and servile,
when taken from them
the language
endowed by their fathers:
is lost forever.
They become impoverished
and servile,
when their words don't
generate words
and they canabalize
themselves.
*
When I can escape my words no longer
or his voice that robs them of force, sounds, the
child is cut out
for the spreading of her locks
know then
that seldom
does a hand push and stop.
*
Active wish in the bedroom.
Or the speaking Room.
Child is there.
Syllable-idyll.
Tom Thumb lives
by his limbs,
that is, the brain.
Mind is a limb.
Child inhabits sometimes the ear
of animals
and steers them.
He imitates them.
He is also the voice of noise.
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