"Carlos Fuentes, Christopher Unborn" and "Witold Gombrowicz, Ferdydurke"

 

Carlos Fuentes, Christopher Unborn (trans, Alfred Mac Adam)

 

…the Reader would be able to wonder, wherever [she!] might be reading a book apocryphally entitled Christoper Unborn / by / Carlos Fuentes years after the events narrated there took place, that is, as it always happens, the most rejected books end up being the most accepted books, the most obscure books become the clearest, the most rebellious become the most docile, and that’s the way it goes, Reader.

 

 

Get what you work with, right?

the way a constraint signals the con’s feint

 

One’s concave echo is another’s convex hearer

frieds ringing sass-backward

 

Rejected     →      Accepted    =    mime to calm yr·self & Relax

Obscure      →     Clearest      =    prime to dot.com yr·self & Concentrate

Rebellious   →     Docile        =    time to embalm yr·self & Dispel

 

Dumb luck —      don’t overcook your book’s look

 

And you say (fading now), “that’s the way it goes, Bleeder” 1

 


1 Reprise, Umberto Eco’s & Italo Calvino’s novel lines

 


 

Witold Gombrowicz, Ferdydurke (trans, Eric Mosbacher)

 

The master started looking more and more often at his watch; and the boys started looking at their watches more and more often too… Oh, the endless repetition, the excruciating boredom… the pupils at their desks suffering from an acute sense of… boredom, boredom, boredom!

 

 

That’s the way it goes, Reader

jus’ dustin up the ol chalk bored rust

 

And you say, whoa, doan be droppin

those ’od·damn, ’od·awful Gee’s

you break ’em you

flush ’em, right?

— they’s aint the only ’host

you’ve swallowed whole

 

You need to Calm down again, pls

(gag w/ Maga too, fer dumb luck)

 

Get yr self back to old school Rules

(tedium di’dum, dolor o’rama’dam)

 

Get back copyin blah·board scribblin’s

— it were ever So Got Schooled

flyin drip wet spit wads crisscrossin

blow-’n-release rubbers zig-zaggin…

 

And someone said, Ferdydurke, you

have been written by a masterpiecer…

There’s a new day a’dawnin’

By ‘n’ By    [sic]…           Ick, zee said

 

And we wuz watchin thud y’all spitball

trails oozin down walls in sum

excited states of esoterica 1

 


1 Second stanza reprised from SongBu®st, p.87; So Got Schooled (a memoir): penmanship, spitwads, rubbers; a hint of Theodore Roethke’s “Dolor”; italicized quotes are verbatim from a previous owner’s marginalia in our first edition Grove Evergreen reprint (1968); was hoping on two more G’s (Robert Grudin & Pierre Guyotat) but couldn’t find anything readily riffable

 

 

Stephen Bett

Stephen Bett is a widely and internationally published Canadian poet with 26 books in print (from BlazeVOX, Chax, Spuyten Duyvil, & others). His personal papers are archived in the “Contemporary Literature Collection” at Simon Fraser University. His website is StephenBett.com.

 

Edited for Unlikely by Jonathan Penton, Editor-in-Chief
Last revised on Wednesday, November 6, 2024 - 21:02