H E R M E N E U T I C C H A O S J O U R N A L
Certain Functions Of Translation
We shout out at night, our eyes
portrayed in the clean light of the television screen.
In any language that is left,
we speak in this way -
a pale imitation of the past.
The same course in any one language.
Only in this manner;
Just this music,
A Translation Gone To Extremes
A woman’s voice dubs our lines artistically.
Is it obstruction that is broadcasting
where the person has become purposefully distant first?
An incident report
regarding the accident
Features one hundred dancers.
(At dusk, or that is interpretation
rather than the case.)
It is over now, but for the paperwork.
Over but for the hundred
to their feet,
back to first
C.C. Russell currently lives in Wyoming with his wife, daughter, and two cats. His poetry and fiction have appeared in Rattle, Pearl, The Meadow, and Whiskey Island among others. He has held jobs in a wide range of vocations – everything from graveyard shift convenience store clerk to retail management with stops along the way as dive bar dj and swimming pool maintenance. His short fiction has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and for inclusion in The Best Small Fictions.
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