The groynes on the Brighton-Hove seafront provide a measuring stick of how high or low the tide is by how much groyne is visible. They also offer a never-ending series of absolutely unique moments, like this one, caught yesterday while sunning myself pre-swim. I must remember to always carry my camera phone to at least try to snap images to go with the words. Or are the words enough themselves?
Waves roll in
push stones over groyne
create a waterfall of pebbles
The interaction between pebbles, sea, and groyne also provides a constantly changing soundscape. Guess I need an underwater microphone to work with that.
I was devoted to blue.
But when I met the grey of Copenhagen,
I consecrated myself to the priesthood of its tones.
from At Kierkegaard’s tomb by Enrique Moya
When I was living in Budapest, I used to go to Vienna every couple of months to join in the Labyrinth Poetry evenings at Cafe Kafka. They were great evenings, dishing up an international mix of voices mostly writing in, or translating to, English.
A couple of the poets I met there – Enrique Moya and Nathan Horowitz – have just had their work published in the online literary magazine Qarrtsiluni.
Originally written by Enrique in Spanish, Nathan – a great poet himself – has done the English translations. The poems are about Scandinavia – and I love the opening lines from At Kierkegaard’s tomb(posted above). He expresses very well the experience of going from a hot, sunny climate to a cold, grey, dull one and as an artist – in this case a poet – seeking to see more colour in the grey.
I wrote a line that expresses a similar sentiment in a poem posted here.
When you visit Qarrtsiluni to read Enrique’s poems, you can also listen to a podcast of Enrique and Nathan reading the poems in Spanish and English.