자전
프랭크 오 하라
한역 김 연복
어렸을 때에 난
학교 운동장 구석에서
혼자서만
놀았다.
인형도
게임도 시들했다
동물들은 나를 피했고
새들은 날아가 버렸다
누군가가 나를 찾으면
난 나무 뒤에 숨어서
" 난 고아다" 하고
소리쳤다
그러다, 보라, 오늘 !
난 모든 아름다움의 중심에 있다
이런 시들을 쓰면서...
상상이나 해보라.
Autobiographia Literaria
Frank O, Hara
When I was a child
I played by myself in a
corner of the schoolyard
all alone.
I hated dolls and I
hated games, animals were
not friendly and birds
flew away
If anyone was looking
for me I hid behind a
tree and cried out " I am
an orphan."
And here I am, the
center of all beauty !
writing these poems !
Imagine !
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response to frank o'hara:
a little dude ranch
all alone
eating lunch
and for the first and only time
feeling peace
cuz the two boys whod mock were inside
(two boys whom i later learned to tame
through self deprecation ...
which became both my salvation and my jail cell)
i couldnt say the "r" in mark
i was (so) afraid to speak words like
"world"
"art"
"write"
"word"
and my very brother's name or who he was...
and yet all i wanted was to be
an "aw-tist" and a "ww-iter"
childhood was threatening
from an early age i mourned
how id never have sun bleached blonde hair
or eyes of blue
* such shortcomings were sure signs of ugliness
id never be...
maria von trapp in any school production
jesus and his dad were these nice but mean guys
who lived upstairs
always loving
but always threatening
with their thug named
"angel of death"
who usually liked to pass-over
just before easter
i had no choice but to
swear allegiance
if i wanted to make it to the 1st grade all intact
i'd lie on the wall to wall
carpeting
playing with words
drawing up blueprints for
a future house
and life
id tell her all the things id wonder about
HER
and she'd tell me
id see HER in heaven so not to worry
* this only made me worry more... as from what i knew of heaven... by the time i saw her there i wouldnt care id just be strolling streets of gold whilst stuck in a church service that was scheduled to run for an eternity...
id dream of london
and the world
id dream of women
and songs played out on the piano
id dream of tattoos and cigarettes
and sitting up in trees drawing it all out
id wake up thinking
how i never dreamed of HER
and yet... and yet...
when i was 9 and met poetry
thats when i suddenly knew that
all of it could come true...
so here i am
artist writer of words who has seen the world and who found HER (bringing my kind of heaven down to earth)
and so...
here i am...
this orphan turned woman
with jet black hair that gets more attention than a gangnam pampered poodle
here i am
this child who in hiding found respite
this tattood smoking kim hae kim
who has lived where maria von trapp once sang
this dreaming kid afraid of most but drawing up blueprints for the future
this who i was
and
who i am
this me
who no longer has to eat alone
no more afraid of things that involve the letter
"r"
... yes, frank o'hara this life i did
imagine!
-- kim thompson. tuesday 11.35 12 april 11. seoul. s. korea
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