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Ordkalotten har friska opp nettsidene, tilpassa årets festivaltema som er Japan. Festivalen er en fin anledning til å lese seg opp på en litteratur som ikke ofte refereres til i norsk sammenheng. Dette (litt naive) diktet av Shuutaro Tanikawa appelerte til den/det i meg som stadig foretrekker et fødselsmotiv fremfor mye annet.

Goodbye

When little Satoru plays piano
he's so cute I feel like gobbling him up.
His fingers are white and thinner than mine.
I'd like to nibble and chew him up,
starting with the ring finger.
If I did that
then no one would ever be able to spank him.
He wouldn't have to be tutored every day.
He'd be inside me
and able to play the piano as much as he wanted.
We'd go traveling together here and there.
We'd pee in the middle of the desert,
sit in a solitary shack in a storm,
and listen to the wind and rain.
No matter what, we'd never feel lonely.
Even when I got to be an old woman,
Satoru would still be a child.
If I died you'd still hear the piano being played
deep underground.