Loneliness 12
I do not live in exile
I am inhabited by exile
I carry the world
on my shoulder strap
my left hand
reaches as far as Malaysia
and my hip
that touches Belarus
a body less eager
free from the good Lord and stammering
I myself am the exile I myself, the disgust
myself, the fear
I myself, the neurosis
From: Fiston Mwanza Mujila, Le Fleuve dans le Ventre / The River in the Belly. 8 chalk drawings by Christian Thanhäuser.
Bilingual edition, from the French by Ludwig Hartinger. Ottensheim a.d. Danube: Édition Thanhäuser, 2013.
