8. The moth by Miroslav Holub - A Friend to Claudia
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In this episode of our podcast, you will hear Claudia talking about the poem that has been a friend to her: ’The moth' by Miroslav Holub.We are delighted to feature 'The moth' in this episode and would like to thank Bloodaxe Books for granting us permission to use the poem in this way. Do visit them for further inspiration! Claudia visited The Poetry Exchange at Greyfriars Chapel in Canterbury, as part of Wise Words Festival in September 2014. We’re very grateful to Wise Words for hosting The Poetry Exchange. Claudia is in conversation with The Poetry Exchange team members, Fiona Lesley Bennett and Michael Shaeffer.'The moth' is read by Michael Shaeffer.*****The moth by Miroslav HolubThe moth, having left its pupa in the galaxy of flower grains and pots of rancid dripping,the moth discovers in this topical darkness that it’s a kind of butterfly but it can’t believe it,it can’t believe it,it can’t believe that it’s a tiny, flying, relatively free mothand it wants to go back,but there’s no way.Freedom makes the moth tremble for ever. That is,Twenty-two hours.Miroslav Holub, Poems Before & After: Collected English Translations. Trans. Dana Hasova and David Young (Bloodaxe Books, 2006)*****Adaptation by Fiona Lesley Bennett.Czechoslovakia 1976 A man is shuttered away in a laboratoryhe stares down the lens of a microscopeinto the peppercorn eyes of a moth.At night words fall through him like particlesthat cluster and mutate in spiralling patternsNemuze uverit, nemuze uverit, nemuze uverit . Every twenty-two hoursthe moth hangs in its pupawaiting for the blood to falland for the wind and the currents. Columbia 2011 A woman is kept in a jar, the jaris kept in darkness, the darknessis blacker than her eyes. Inside herselfshe dreams she is a girl running barefootwith a net in the garden.creelo, creelo, creelo Somewherebetween thought and dream, betweendecades and hemispheres and speciesthe edge of belief beginslike a wing that trembles and then lifts. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
