PETER ESTERHAZY
251
It is not "they" who are the enemy, but the rigid, arrogant,
obese corpse that grows inside us.
Then there is a we again: watch out: the dog bites and let's
beware because we push, push, push, and in the end,
nothing remains.
What slips out of our hands is .... What is it? Everything (!?!?),
because what we see cannot be taken seriously. In fact, it is
ridiculous. Yet we have not taken into account that
we are
part of
it. ... And it is no small matter whether or not we perish. Let's
believe - no, let me believe, you believe , himlherlit believe, you
believe, them believe:
we got it.
(Final Fiasco)
It's evening. After a while , morning will come .
And the woman who spent the night with us had gently stroked and
smoothed our cold, clammy brow . For as we awoke, our hands and
feet grotesquely twitching, we supposedly had muttered (something
we of course cannot remember anymore): "I don't want. I don't want
to work. I don't want to work."
Be that as it may . I will chase away this dreadful dawn with
work. This is still my best solution .
Translated from the Hungarian
by
Zsuzsanna Ozsvath and
Martha Satz
