miércoles, 27 de octubre de 2010

BONITA

Os dejo este pedazo poema de Katie Makkai recitado por ella misma. Debajo tenéis la transcripción. Siento no traducirlo, pero no soy digna de traducir poesía. Espero que podáis entenderlo. Al menos, un significado general. Lo que si que voy a traducir es el último párrafo:

Esto es sobre mi propia futura hija. Cuando se me acerque, ya aguijoneada por la inseguridad, suplicando "Mamá, ¿seré bonita? ¿seré bonita? ¿seré bonita?", "Limpiaré esa pregunta de tu boca como un pintalabios barato y contestare: NO. La palabra bonita no es digna de todo lo que serás, y ningún hijo mío estará contenido en cinco letras. Serás bastante* inteligente, creativa, increíble, pero nunca serás simplemente bonita.

Claro y alto. La belleza por si sola no representa absolutamente nada.

* Juego de palabras. Bastante en inglés es pretty.



When I was just a little girl, I asked my mother “What will I be? Will I be pretty? ” Will I be pretty? Will I be pretty? What comes next? Oh right, will I be rich which is almost pretty depending on where you shop. And the pretty question infects from conception passing blood and breath into cells. The word hangs from our mothers’ hearts in a shrill of fluorescent floodlight of worry.

“Will I be wanted? Worthy? Pretty? But puberty left me this funhouse mirror dry add: teeth set at science fiction angles, crooked nose, face donkey-long, and pox-marked where the hormones went finger-painting my poor mother.

“How could this happen? You’ll have porcelain skin as soon as we can see a dermatologist.” “You sucked your thumb. That’s why your teeth look like that! ” “You were hit in the face with a Frisbee when you were six, otherwise your nose would have been just fine! ”

Don’t worry; we will get it all fixed she would say, grasping my face, twisting it this way and that as if it were a cabbage she might buy. But, this is not about her. Not her fault she, too, was raised to believe the greatest asset she could bestow upon her awkward little girl was a marketable facade.

By sixteen, I was pickled by ointments, medications, peroxides. Teeth corralled into steel prongs, lying in a hospital bed. Face packed with gauze, cushioning the brand new nose the surgeon had carved.

Belly gorged on two pints of my own blood I had swallowed under anesthesia, and every convulsive twist, like my body screaming at me from the inside out “What did you let them do to you? ” All the while, this never ending chorus groaning on and on like the IV needle dripping liquid beauty into my blood. “Will I be pretty? ” Will I be pretty like my mother, unwrapping the gift wrap to reveal the bouquet of daughter her $10,000 bought her? Pretty? Pretty.

And now I have not seen my own face in ten years. I have not seen my own face in ten years, but this is not about me! This is about the self-mutilating circus we have painted ourselves clowns in. About women who will prowl thirty stores in six malls to find the right cocktail dress, but haven’t a clue where to find fulfillment or how to wear joy, wandering through life shackled to a shopping bag, beneath those two pretty syllables.

About men wallowing on barstools, drearily practicing attraction and everyone who will drift home tonight crestfallen because not enough strangers found you suitably fuckable.

This, this is about my own some-day daughter. When you approach me, already stung-stayed with insecurity, begging, “Mom, will I be pretty? Will I be pretty? , ” I will wipe that question from your mouth like cheap lipstick and answer no.

The word pretty is unworthy of everything you will be, and no child of mine will be contained in five letters. You will be pretty intelligent, pretty creative, pretty amazing, but you will never be merely “pretty.”

Katie Makkai

2 comentarios:

  1. Wow! I loved it. Thanks for posting this. I'm gonna share it with everybody.

    This is about the self-mutilating circus we have painted ourselves clowns in.

    Truly amazing

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  2. Shirley: Thanks Shirley. I agree, it is really moving. Please, don't hesitate in sharing this. Best

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