sobota 28. novembra 2009
O.P.N. (ORA PRO NOBIS) "Demos" (1982, 1988)
O.P.N. (Ora Pro Nobis) was Czech underground band. Their beginings we can find back in 1974, but first concert they had in 1978. Important moment was in 1977, when poet and saxophonist J.H. Krchovský join the band.
J.H. Krchovský is now well-known poet who write with unique style. His poetry is grotesque, decadent,very strictlly rhymed. Main topics are death, pain and misery mixed with erotic feeling.
here is the first demo from 1982 (Krchovský on this demo played acoustic guitar and one of the vocal) (sorry, no cover)
+ here is second demo from 1988 (without J.H. Krchovský) (sorry, no cover)
1.Cesta spravedlivého jest cestou kříže
Here are some english translations of Krchovský poetry:
(Translated by O. T. Chalkstone)
IF I WANT TO VANISH
WITHOUT A TRACE
drowning in the river won’t be my case
- I’ll lay my lazy bones
in a bath full of acid at hom
While I get the water running
I tame my anxiety mulling:
- how when I’m all dissolved
will I unplug the tub hole?
I’ll employ mechanical power!
- linking the plug to the door knob with a wire
and when they open the door later
I shall need no undertaker
I am sure that all in all
the bath tub will retain my soul...
through the hole as I flow down
my soul asleep nirvana bound
A piece of shit cannot be soaped...
what there is not cannot be broke
only the petty nothing that troubles the brain
will never go down the drain...
AFTERNOON IN THE ZOO
On the bus out there she already caught my eye
age perhaps twenty, slim, rather slight and shy
and surely beautiful Emanating a sense of inner affinity
(...her trousers deeply cut between her lips of her pubic cavity)
Buying outside the ZOO gate she stood behind
I felt the glow of her chilling gaze landing on my spine
driven insane by the call of her body (and not only that)
coward, to the wild beasts’ pavilion I quickly fled
...Lust giving me the shakes, spinning my mind disengaged
I gape like an ox into ocelot’s empty cage
Shall I or shall I not?! – It’s clear to me she wouldn’t mind...
Make a move you twit – I can hear the rousing words of mine
Out in the daylight, again I briefly paused
yet I keep going, drawn by a mysterious, darksome voice
- then suddenly I saw her: blushing her eyes coyly down
wet in her crotch she walked out of the monkey compound
ANXIETY STRICKEN, SWOONING WITH FRIGHT
we boarded the streetcar, my weary dog and I
(by myself no way I would take such a step!)
to be faced with twelve crosses – twelve stops to dread
Still half way to go, by now worn to the frazzle
I can take it no more, beads of deathly sweat on my forehead dazzle
- why doesn’t it go?! I want to get off! Get going you wimp!
I’m spent, the dog is asleep, if a little limp...
Then abruptly a horrid sound! Not unlike a moan
appalled they all looked at my bitch in scorn
thinking what a vile fart she broke
- but that pained groan came from my throat
ONCE AGAIN TO A GIRL I QUIETLY OPEN MY HEART
though otherwise I balk at straightforward talk
all is revealed, by what our gazes impart
you want something there and I want it somewhere
still to be sure my eyes do quiz
whether right now, right here with this
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