I Taste a Liquor (Alingual Translations)
Simon Brown (1979) is a self-taught translator, poet, & inter-disciplinary artist from the traditional territory of the Peskotomuhkati Nation, in southwestern New Brunswick, and now based in Abenaki traditional territory, in rural Québec. His texts have been presented in inter-disciplinary artworks & collaborative performances — and via platforms such as Lemon Hound, Train, Estuaire, Vallum, Poetry Is Dead, Watts, and filling Station. As a translator, he has adapted texts by Erin Robinsong, Maude Pilon, Angela Carr, Danielle LaFrance, and Alice Burdick, among others. His collections and artist’s books have been published in Québec, Canada, and France by Vanloo, Moult, Le laps, squint press, and Paper Pusher. His This Mud, A Word was recently released in Frog Hollow Press’s New Brunswick chapbook series.
I Taste a Liquor (via my left ankle)
Don’t drink the juice!
Do not! Of Flowers pearly black,
Shit! No Radiant Invalid
Would brew such bitter Wine!
Alas, I am but Air
And Rates of Debt —
Unblocked on Summer Days,
Dissolved into Bluest Blue
When groundwater runs through
Cold Tubes, from door to door
When Dead Garments give us Every Eye —
I drink, and drink again!
Tilled Surfaces dry out, Yes
One more time — running Windows
Looking to shiver slightly —
Squinting into our Only Sun!
I Taste a Liquor (via the small of my back)
No, I don’t know this Earthly Stuff
Pale and wrong in Bygone Tanks
Where No News is No News —
Come, drink it up!
Oh, protect this Lake
Of oft-corrupted Dew!
Fly, fly — in days of Poverty —
To mauve Discomfort all jacked up
When every Lender under Toe is thrown —
An anaesthetic Dance we’ll dance
By the Thimble, by the Pond —
To drink it up again!
To protect these Seraphs from Ice Cream
Dripping, from People — Sneaky People! —
In small Circles Circling
Around this Ever-Burning Star!