Efter andra tävlingsdagen för Heat 5 steg en svensk upp på språktoppen. Erik Beckman, Lag Älvsborg, förärades fyra poäng för sin sommarkomposition. Orden föll likt plockfärdiga äpplen i fruktträdgården.
kommer hästens morgonrodnad in i stallet
...
aurorans fönster,
känt från flera dialekter; oerhörda hänger sedan armarna i rosen och förkolnar
Precis som förra gången PSTC hade sommartema (heat 1) höll dikterna hög kvalitet. Poeterna blir tydligen lika inspirerade av den här årstiden som av höst och vår. Högst totalpoäng (9) fick Sydney Lea, Lag Vermont, för slutversen av dikten "Vermont: August Fever". Poemet handlar om en äldre mans tankar under en sjukdomsdag i augusti.
I tabellen har vi delad ledning mellan städerna Amsterdam och Chicago.
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Stadshus och Opera i Amsterdam |
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| Chicago City Hall, från ovan |
Score:
| Team | Content | Language | Day 2 | Total Heat 5 |
| Amsterdam | 5 | 2 | 7 | 15 |
| Chicago | 4 | 3 | 7 | 15 |
| Queensland (Australia) | 2 | 3 | 5 | 14 |
| Vermont (USA) | 7 | 2 | 9 | 13 |
| Toscana (Tuscany, Italy) | 6 | 1 | 7 | 10 |
| Älvsborg (Sweden) | 3 | 4 | 7 | 10 |
| Kansas (USA) | 1 | 1 | 2 | 3 |
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Under tredje tävlingsdagen spänner dikterna musklerna i temat Kroppen.
ÄLVSBORG : ur Hopplöst fall / Birger Sjöberg
Den hälsans vårdare med grånat skägg
och pannan formad som ett väldigt ägg,
bakom vars väggar sunda tankar gå,
han undersökte noga - sade så:
"Ni ock lär bliva
till stoft - fast först en annan gång.
Nu skall jag sjukdomen beskriva
i korthet, utan alltför svåra språng."
"I allmänhet är mänskohjärtats läge
bak bröstkorg liksom bak ett stadigt galler,
och köttet faller
som röda kuddar i en ring helt vänligt däromkring."
"Men ni har blivit skapad så,
att hjärtat hänger fritt härutanpå."
QUEENSLAND : from Pin drip red / Pam Brown
your fate,
written on your forehead,
is right as rain
missing vials,
no record
of your particular social stigma
a smooth slab of stone
as unregenerate
as solidifying magma
lodged
below your ribs,
top viral load,
cradling a nightful
of leaky enzymes
River, flow backwards. Stone,
be fire again. Air around me,
be body that carries me and
comforts. Memory, come undone.
och pannan formad som ett väldigt ägg,
bakom vars väggar sunda tankar gå,
han undersökte noga - sade så:
"Ni ock lär bliva
till stoft - fast först en annan gång.
Nu skall jag sjukdomen beskriva
i korthet, utan alltför svåra språng."
"I allmänhet är mänskohjärtats läge
bak bröstkorg liksom bak ett stadigt galler,
och köttet faller
som röda kuddar i en ring helt vänligt däromkring."
"Men ni har blivit skapad så,
att hjärtat hänger fritt härutanpå."
*
QUEENSLAND : from Pin drip red / Pam Brown
your fate,
written on your forehead,
is right as rain
missing vials,
no record
of your particular social stigma
a smooth slab of stone
as unregenerate
as solidifying magma
lodged
below your ribs,
top viral load,
cradling a nightful
of leaky enzymes
*
TOSCANA : Spit out by the forest / Elisa Biagini
(Spit out by the forest
fearless, her body
round: an egg without
cracks, with a compass
for a navel.)
fearless, her body
round: an egg without
cracks, with a compass
for a navel.)
*
AMSTERDAM : I am poured out like water / Anna Enquist
River, flow backwards. Stone,
be fire again. Air around me,
be body that carries me and
comforts. Memory, come undone.
*
CHICAGO : from Releasing the sherpas / Campbell McGrath
The last two sherpas were the strongest,
faithful companions, their faces wind-peeled,
streaked with soot and glacier-light on the snowfield
below the summit where we stopped to rest.
The first was my body, snug in its cap of lynx-
faithful companions, their faces wind-peeled,
streaked with soot and glacier-light on the snowfield
below the summit where we stopped to rest.
The first was my body, snug in its cap of lynx-
fur, smelling of yak butter and fine mineral dirt,
agile, impetuous, broad-shouldered,
alive to the frozen bite of oxygen in the larynx.
The second was my intellect, dour and thirsty,
furrowing its fox-like brow, my calculating brain
searching for some cairn or chasm to explain
my decision to send them back without me.
agile, impetuous, broad-shouldered,
alive to the frozen bite of oxygen in the larynx.
The second was my intellect, dour and thirsty,
furrowing its fox-like brow, my calculating brain
searching for some cairn or chasm to explain
my decision to send them back without me.
*
KANSAS : from Prayer for a new millennium / Wyatt Townley
On the first evening
buzzing with the last light
that skids through everything,
let the body drink its deepest
breath, the lower back
spread like a constellation
with one lone star swerving.
Let the hands, lined with meteors,
open, releasing all they have held—
coins, hammers, steering
wheels and the silken
faces of children—to find
what on earth they really hold.
*
VERMONT : from Emergency haying / Hayden Carruth
Haying was long delayed.
Now is our last chance to bring in
the winter’s feed, and Marshall needs help.
We mow, rake, bale, and draw the bales
to the barn, these late, half-green,
improperly cured bales; some weigh 150 pounds
or more, yet must be lugged by the twine
across the field, tossed on the load, and then
at the barn unloaded on the conveyor
and distributed in the loft. I help –
I, the desk-servant, word-worker –
and hold up my end pretty well too; but God,
the close of day, how I fall down then. My hands
are sore, they flinch when I light my pipe.
the winter’s feed, and Marshall needs help.
We mow, rake, bale, and draw the bales
to the barn, these late, half-green,
improperly cured bales; some weigh 150 pounds
or more, yet must be lugged by the twine
across the field, tossed on the load, and then
at the barn unloaded on the conveyor
and distributed in the loft. I help –
I, the desk-servant, word-worker –
and hold up my end pretty well too; but God,
the close of day, how I fall down then. My hands
are sore, they flinch when I light my pipe.
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