Ποιο είναι το αντίθετο του "όπλου"; (The Opposites Game του Brendan Constantine)

Ποιο είναι το αντίθετο του "όπλου"; Με αφορμή τον στίχο της Έμιλι Ντίκινσον 'Όπλο Γεμάτο - έστεκε η Ζωή μου", ο Brendan Constantine στο ποίημα του "The Opposites Game" προσπαθεί, ρωτώντας τις μαθήτριες και τους μαθητές του, να βρει το αντίθετο του "όπλου"

The Opposites Game by Brendan Constantine

for Patricia Maisch

This day my students and I play the Opposites Game

with a line from Emily Dickinson. My life had stood

a loaded gun, it goes and I write it on the board,

pausing so they can call out the antonyms –

My               Your

Life              Death

Had stood ?  Will sit

A                  Many

Loaded         Empty

Gun ?

Gun.

For a moment, very much like the one between

lightning and it’s sound, the children just stare at me,

and then it comes, a flurry, a hail storm of answers –

Flower, says one. No, Book, says another. That's stupid,

cries a third, the opposite of a gun is a pillow. Or maybe

a hug, but not a book, no way is it a book. With this,

the others gather their thoughts

and suddenly it’s a shouting match. No one can agree,

for every student there’s a final answer. It's a song,

a prayer, I mean a promise, like a wedding ring, and

later a baby. Or what’s that person who delivers babies?

A midwife? Yes, a midwife. No, that’s wrong. You're so

wrong you’ll never be right again. It's a whisper, a star,

it's saying I love you into your hand and then touching

someone's ear. Are you crazy? Are you the president

of Stupid-land? You should be, When's the election?

It’s a teddy bear, a sword, a perfect, perfect peach.

Go back to the first one, it's a flower, a white rose.

When the bell rings, I reach for an eraser but a girl

snatches it from my hand. Nothing's decided, she says,

We’re not done here. I leave all the answers

on the board. The next day some of them have

stopped talking to each other, they’ve taken sides.

There's a Flower club. And a Kitten club. And two boys

calling themselves The Snowballs. The rest have stuck

with the original game, which was to try to write

something like poetry.

It's a diamond, it's a dance,

the opposite of a gun is a museum in France.

It's the moon, it's a mirror,

it's the sound of a bell and the hearer.

The arguing starts again, more shouting, and finally

a new club. For the first time I dare to push them.

Maybe all of you are right, I say.

Well, maybe. Maybe it's everything we said. Maybe it’s

everything we didn't say. It's words and the spaces for words.

They're looking at each other now. It's everything in this room

and outside this room and down the street and in the sky.

It's everyone on campus and at the mall, and all the people

waiting at the hospital. And at the post office. And, yeah,

it's a flower, too. All the flowers. The whole garden.

The opposite of a gun is wherever you point it.

Don’t write that on the board, they say. Just say poem.

Your death will sit through many empty poems.

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