JANEZ RAMOVEŠ’ S POETRY
The last three Janez Ramoveš’s poetry books are:
Skuz okn strejlam kurente, Janeza Ramoveš’s poetry books, Cankrajeva založba, 2012
(Jenkova nagrada – Jenkova’s award 2012 – the highest slovenian award for poetry)
Staroselski ciklus, poetry books and CD Record (Uršula Ramoveš in Fantje z Jazbecove grape), Cankrajeva založba, 2006
Čreda, Janeza Ramoveš’s poetry books, Cankarjeva založba, 2010
Uršula Ramoveš’s music is all based on Janez Ramoveš poetry.
Read some poems translated by Rawley Grau.
Outside everythins in bloom.
I lie in my bed and sing.
And already its evenin.
He musta really luvd yu.
On ya wooden leg
he drew some flowers.
Frogs are crawlin
up the oak logs.
With cut-off logs.
POME WHERE I BRING YU A SLAWTERD HEN
I brot yu a hen,
i chopt her head off meself,
i pluckt her meself,
and cleand out er guts. She still
had a whole buncha eggs
up in er egg tube.
Have em fix yu up a soup with er, so yull get better.
Well now i ll be goin.
Well now i gotta go.
Shoulders bare, the two of em walkt by,
real slow, like winter wasnt never gonna come,
wet birds settled on freshwasht meadow,
they ll rest themselves some, and then fly off,
the second hay some of it was left unmown,
for sure the farmer musta died.
For sure the tractor musta crusht him,
or he shot himself at the table,
bang, right in the head,
the moped for sure must still be at the tavern.
Seems real likley tha that one theres his daughter,
seems like its Janis.
POME IN WHICH A YOUNG WOMAN DIES FROM A BACKROOM ABORTION
cross the graveyard
and its buried in drool,
or what if thats tears,
for sure thats tears.
Callin out into emptiness
just makes the room more empty.
And what if the voice breaks,
o god, what if the echo breaks,
for sure its gotta break.
What if the voice ices up,
into a dog voice,
what if it gleams with sharp doggy teeth,
what if the voice was sometimes a prayer,
or what if it was a cry for help,
yeah sure it hadta be a cry for help.
What if it swallowd up the friendly words,
what if promises were paperd in it.
or coffins, or crates of munitions,
yeah for sure.
POME IN WICH SOMEBODY ASKS IF YA EYES ARE BURNIN YU ANY
So has even god abondond yu or somethin?
Are ya eyes burnin yu any?
Empty eyes like this have gotta burn.
Somethin shows if the souls so broken,
somethins just gotta show.
Somethin shows if a dream stops itchin at yu.
Bloody blisters turn inta calluses.
Could be yu paid a little too much for memries.
Watch out nobody falls off the scaffold.
Bloated legs like that aint made for
scaffoldin. Yu could get yaselves killd
if the fits come on yu.
ONE SUNNY DAY I WAS RIDIN MY BIKE
One sunny day i was ridin my bike
and up on the windin lanes i met em,
a young girl was walkin ahead of the rest,
she lookt like she was expectin.
They were deckt out in their Sunday clothes,
the ladders leanin against a beehouse,
are yu comin with us, they hollerd,
or yu gonna wait by yaself at home.
White silk shirt is what they were wearin,
but the collars all were greasy,
a couple had rifles over their shoulders,
an some of em they had been drinkin.
Down the lane they went towards the tracks,
but hrey were movin along pretty quickly,
haulin suitcases of plastic flowers,
down below the train was waitin.
Yuhuhu, yuhuhu, yuhuhu.
SPRING POME WHERE THE LIVESTOCK WENT TO GRAZE ON BLIGOSH
The first were a coupla horses.
Then came ten cows,
then some calves,
then came a nabor.
Then a cow
and a calf,
and another nabor,
and his son,
and a whole lotta hollerin after em.
Then a third nabor,
and he was drivin some goats
and he had a scythe
or maybe trimmin some of the slope.
Then came our cows,
and our sheep and our goats,
I was a-whoopin
cuz i had a napsack full of
schnapps and sausages.