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ONE SENTENCE ABOUT TYRANNY <\/p>\n
Written by Gyula Illy\u00e9s
Translated by Andris Heks<\/p>\n
source: http:\/\/en.kanzhongguo.com\/culture_history\/one_sentence_about_tyranny.html<\/p>\n
\u2018Where there is tyranny, <\/p>\n
there is tyranny, <\/p>\n
not just in the barrel of the gun, <\/p>\n
not just in the prisons,<\/p>\n
not just in the interrogation rooms, <\/p>\n
not just in the guard\u2019s word <\/p>\n
shouted through the night;<\/p>\n
there is tyranny<\/p>\n
not just in the prosecutor\u2019s smoke-dark <\/p>\n
streaming charge, <\/p>\n
in admission,<\/p>\n
in prisoners\u2019 wall tapped Morse signals,<\/p>\n
not just in the judge\u2019s chilling <\/p>\n
verdict: guilty!-<\/p>\n
there is tyranny, <\/p>\n
not just in the marshal\u2019s bark:<\/p>\n
\u2018attention\u2019, <\/p>\n
\u2018fire!\u2019; in the drum roll, <\/p>\n
and in how they drag the corpse <\/p>\n
to the pit,<\/p>\n
not just <\/p>\n
in the secret news<\/p>\n
anxiously whispered <\/p>\n
through the half opened door <\/p>\n
in the \u2018sh\u2019 of the finger sealing the mouth:<\/p>\n
\u2018don\u2019t move!\u2019; <\/p>\n
where there is tyranny, <\/p>\n
there is tyranny <\/p>\n
not just in the displayed facial feature <\/p>\n
that\u2019s as stiff as grid; <\/p>\n
and in that grid, in the already wordless,<\/p>\n
writhing cry of pain<\/p>\n
in the silence<\/p>\n
boosting mute <\/p>\n
torrent of tears;<\/p>\n
in the bulging eye, <\/p>\n
there is tyranny,<\/p>\n
not just in the \u2018on-your-feet\u2019<\/p>\n
blared \u2018long live-s\u2019, <\/p>\n
\u2018hurrays\u2019, songs; <\/p>\n
where there is tyranny, <\/p>\n
there is tyranny,<\/p>\n
not just in the relentlessly <\/p>\n
clapping hands, <\/p>\n
in the opera, in the trumpeting, <\/p>\n
in the just as hypocritically cheering stone monuments, <\/p>\n
in colours, in galleries, separately in every frame, <\/p>\n
already in the painter\u2019s brush; <\/p>\n
not only in the noise of the softly gliding <\/p>\n
car at night,<\/p>\n
and in that:<\/p>\n
it pulled up at the gate, <\/p>\n
it is there as you say \u2018hello\u2019<\/p>\n
and you sense <\/p>\n
through the silence of the receiver, <\/p>\n
that a stranger is eavesdropping; <\/p>\n
for tyranny <\/p>\n
is presently there,<\/p>\n
in every single thing, <\/p>\n
as not even your old god would have been able to be; <\/p>\n
there is tyranny in the nurseries, <\/p>\n
in the fatherly advice, <\/p>\n
in the mother\u2019s smile, <\/p>\n
in how the child replies to the stranger;<\/p>\n
not only in the barbed wire, <\/p>\n
not just in the book slogans <\/p>\n
which are even more stupefying<\/p>\n
than the barbed wire; <\/p>\n
it is there <\/p>\n
in the parting kisses,<\/p>\n
in the way the wife asks: <\/p>\n
when will you be back dear? <\/p>\n
in the street, <\/p>\n
in the routinely repeated how-are you-s, <\/p>\n
in the sudden loosening of <\/p>\n
the handshake\u2019s grip,<\/p>\n
and as your lover\u2019s face <\/p>\n
freezes instantly, <\/p>\n
because tyranny is there <\/p>\n
at your date, <\/p>\n
not only in the interrogation, <\/p>\n
it is there in the confession, <\/p>\n
in the sweet word\u2019s ecstasy,<\/p>\n
like a fly in the wine, <\/p>\n
because even in your dreams <\/p>\n
you are not left alone, <\/p>\n
it is in your bridal bed, <\/p>\n
before that, in the desire, <\/p>\n
for you will deem beautiful <\/p>\n
only that which it already possessed once; <\/p>\n
it was tyranny you lay with,<\/p>\n
when you thought you loved, <\/p>\n
on the plate and in the glass, <\/p>\n
it is there in the nose, the mouth, <\/p>\n
in cold and in twilight,<\/p>\n
outdoors and in your room, <\/p>\n
as if through the open window, <\/p>\n
the putrid stench flooded in,<\/p>\n
as if somewhere in the house<\/p>\n
there was a gas leak, <\/p>\n
if you talk to yourself, <\/p>\n
it is tyranny that questions you; <\/p>\n
already in your imagination <\/p>\n
you are not independent, <\/p>\n
even the Milky Way above is different: <\/p>\n
it is a border zone, scoured by beams, <\/p>\n
a minefield; the star: <\/p>\n
it is a spying window,<\/p>\n
the teeming sky canopy:<\/p>\n
it is just one labour camp; <\/p>\n
for tyranny speaks from fever, <\/p>\n
from the tolling bell, <\/p>\n
out of the priest\u2019s confessionals, <\/p>\n
from the sermon, <\/p>\n
the church, the parliament, the torture rack: <\/p>\n
are all its stage;<\/p>\n
open or close your eyes, <\/p>\n
tyranny is looking at you; <\/p>\n
as disease, <\/p>\n
it accompanies you, like a souvenir; <\/p>\n
you hear it in the rattle of the train wheel: <\/p>\n
\u2018prisoner, you are a prisoner\u2019,<\/p>\n
on the mountain and beside the sea<\/p>\n
it is this that you inhale;<\/p>\n
in the flash of the lightening, <\/p>\n
it is in every unexpected <\/p>\n
noise, light, <\/p>\n
in the startled heart; <\/p>\n
in rest, <\/p>\n
in shackled boredom, <\/p>\n
in pouring rain, <\/p>\n
in sky high bars, <\/p>\n
in the cell-wall-white <\/p>\n
entrapping snowfall;<\/p>\n
it looks at you <\/p>\n
through the eyes of your dog,<\/p>\n
and because it is there in every goal, <\/p>\n
it is there in your tomorrow, <\/p>\n
in your thought, <\/p>\n
in your every movement;<\/p>\n
as the river cleaves its bed, <\/p>\n
you follow and create it;<\/p>\n
peek out from this circle? <\/p>\n
it is tyranny that looks back at you from the mirror, <\/p>\n
it keeps an eye on you; no use to try to run away, <\/p>\n
you are at once a captive and the captor; <\/p>\n
it impregnates your tobacco\u2019s aroma, <\/p>\n
your clothes\u2019 fabric;<\/p>\n
it penetrates you <\/p>\n
to the marrow; <\/p>\n
you would like to think, <\/p>\n
but only its ideas come to mind, <\/p>\n
you would like to look, but you can only see<\/p>\n
what it conjured up for you<\/p>\n
and already forest fire surrounds you, <\/p>\n
fanned into flame by the matchstick <\/p>\n
that you threw down <\/p>\n
but not stamp out; <\/p>\n
and readily it also guards you,<\/p>\n
in the factory, in the field, at home<\/p>\n
and you no longer feel, what it is like to live, <\/p>\n
what is meat and bread, <\/p>\n
what it is to love, to wish, <\/p>\n
to open your arms wide,<\/p>\n
this is how the slave <\/p>\n
himself forges his fetters and wears them; <\/p>\n
if you eat it is tyranny you nourish, <\/p>\n
you beget your child for it, <\/p>\n
where there is tyranny, <\/p>\n
everyone is a link in the chain; <\/p>\n
its stench emanates and spreads from you, <\/p>\n
you too are tyranny;<\/p>\n
like a mole in the sunshine, <\/p>\n
we walk in blind darkness<\/p>\n
and we fret in our chamber<\/p>\n
like in the Sahara;<\/p>\n
for where there is tyranny, <\/p>\n
all is in vain, <\/p>\n
this ode too, <\/p>\n
any work, <\/p>\n
no matter how true, <\/p>\n
for tyranny <\/p>\n
stands at your grave in advance, <\/p>\n
it tells you who you were <\/p>\n
and even your dust serves it.<\/p>\n
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