For Milos Sovak in memoriam: Vitezslav Nezval’s 'The Heart of the Musical Clock' (1924), a collaborative translation

On January 26, 2009, nearly six years ago, Milos Sovak died after a long illness.  Our friendship had lasted over thirty years & gave me the opportunity to work with him on a series of translations, the most important a book of selected poems from the great Czech modernist Vitezslav Nezval & scattered poems from the late Russian Romantic Mikhail Lermontov.  Our collaborations took place mainly in the sunlit garden of his home in Encinitas, California, & occasionally in his other home in Provence, close to Mazan & the chateau & theater of the Marquis de Sade.  Milos was himself a gifted translator into Czech & the designer, typographer, & publisher of limited edition artists’ books through his own Ettan Press in California.  He was a good friend to many poets & artists, & most remarkably an important medical researcher & the inventor of an impressive range of devices in many fields.  The felicities in what follows are largely of his doing.                        

1

Someday to have gone that far

to slip the white glove off

your eye fixed on that one spot on the ring

reality in motion colors sounds & smells

the clock in motion too but different

but different too from science

& from buying a new tie & looking all around you

but different too from thinking hard about it

 

THIS IS THE HEART OF THE MUSICAL CLOCK

 

 

2

In the end the upholsterer will have to be invited

at dusk the gardener lights the lights in the asparagus

& in the rosy raspberries a caterpillar’s sleeping

 

DON’T HAVE NO TIME FOR WEEPING

 

Oh that fantastic doll in her green furs

 

 

3

There was that Japanese picture you once gave me

I lost it somewhere in a crush of people

there isn’t any need to go that far for it

have you observed the laces on the bosoms of your lady friends?

 

that’s what poetry is all about

 

 

4

A bird landed in the roses & broke its wing

once we could all learn something from these birds

but the bird landed in the bushes broke its wing & now says nothing

listening to the music of the wingless flugelhorn

 

 

5

Oh you pink watermills

a star fell in the clock & now it spins around!

let’s go & wind up all those stars

whenever somebody betrays you

then it’s time to fly in closer

Creole women back  in Buenos Aires shining on the promenade

up there in the airplane

& in the pocket mirror

 

 

6

A butterfly has settled in a box

it was the butterflies pinned down we most regretted

but you were pinning words down with a dagger

 

I pressed the letter to my heart

& died

 

 

7

In the calendar it says the month of May

oh all you sixteen year old boys & twenty-seven year old women

in the calendar it says the month of May

& you there with a head & hands & legs

So I would change into a kiss a word a smell

would dissipate & vanish

like a dandelion

 

 

8

The windmill of the seasons

 

A summer night of violets & fireworks out in the little garden

 

Spring serenades you on a sugary guitar                     With autumn there are walks & walkers

a nickelodeon plunks on all morning              an English park complete with fountain

 

In winter best  of all (oh yes) to be a fan held by a lady muse

 

9

Windmill of love & the four corners

 

On the night stand Poudre Inconnu

 

In the Chinese silk a charm                             The red handkerchief conceals a dreadful

as of the almond tree                                                                                             dagger

 

Southlands of love the Oranges the mouths the lemons

 

 

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[a collage with words by Teige]

 

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What is the most beautiful thing inside the coffee house?

The red white flowers on the terrace across the way

 

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12

MAGAZINE

 

Some magazines look like the map of Oceania

what will my magazine named Siren look like?

 

 

13

THE GLANCES

 

Love is running along a line of lemon fizzes

the sparkling acrobatics of these eyes

oh you my sweetest bonbons

where does this fun & games express train run to?

from eye to eye into your green arcadia

the snow is interlaced with pink adornments

& maybe best of all a super ice cream

oh stay asleep my little vermin

oh you my cardinal stay fast asleep

 

 

14

AN EVENT

 

First we thought it was a secret sign

it could have been a MENU

only it was a calendar

above it there a burnt-out bulb was hanging

until an absolutely white man sauntered by

a woman with her face completely white

oh yes it only was a calendar

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I don’t remember the moon any more

ostensibly it didn’t shine

ostensibly it was the new moon

 

 

15

Those incredibly small wives are our real heroes

relentlessly they call you on the phone

oh in your heart the bell plays games with you forever

each one of them gets on & screams HELLO!

lays the receiver down

& keeps you on hold until you die

 

 

16

        GLOBE

GLOBE - light

GLOBE - bearer

GLOBE - worm

GLOBE - star

GLOBE - gloom

GLOBE - trotter

        GLOBE

 

17

Someday to have gone that far

to cast aside your weary civilization

so all realities will glow in ultraviolet

but 17 poems will still be something different

& different too from what you first intended

from thinking hard & long to write a poem

 

THIS IS THE HEART OF THE MUSICAL CLOCK

 

NOTE. Nezval (1900-1958) was, with Velimir Holan, one of the two great early poets of Czech experimental modernism. Like other innovators then & now, he worked through a prolific sweep of modes& genres: open & closed forms of verse; novels drawn from his childhood& more surreal, chance-oriented prose works; avant-garde theater collaborations; numerous translations of his modern counterparts & predecessors (Rimbaud, Apollinaire, Neruda, Lorca, Eluard, et al.); & forays as composer, painter, journalist, photographer, & (from 1945 to 1951) director of the film section of the Information & Culture Ministry in Prague. His commitment to Communism came early (1924), & his politics before & after made him a prominent member of that network of tolerated avant-gardists/poet-heroes that included Neruda, Brecht, Picasso, Hikmet, Eluard, & Tzara, among others (with some of whom he shared pro-forma hymns to Stalin in the early postwar years). As with many of them also, a Surrealist connection was clearly in evidence but should in no sense diminish the originality of his own practice & its contribution to ours.

The poem presented here is from a longer selection, Antilyrik & Other Poems, translated by myself & Milos Sovak & published by Green Integer Books in 2001. (J.R.)