Verliebt in eine Stimme: Hollie McNish

Foto: Hollie Mcnish

Foto: Hollie McNish

Durch einen Facebook Beitrag von Christiane bin ich auf eine britische Poetin aufmerksam geworden, die mich nicht nur durch ihre Worte komplett in ihren Bann gezogen hat, sondern mindestens ebenso sehr durch die Art und Weise wie sie spricht: Hollie McNish. Um es mit Benjamin Zephaniah, Radio 4 Woman’s Hour zu sagen:  „I can’t take my ears off her”. Ihre Art zu sprechen ist hypnotisch und auch wenn mein Englisch nicht gut genug ist um jedes ihrer Worte zu verstehen, reicht es doch aus, um zu bemerken, dass sie in ihren 3 – 6 Minuten langen Gedichten gesellschaftliche und zwischenmenschliche Probleme gnadenlos auf den Punkt bringt. Hier ihr Beitrag: Mathematics.
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Und wenn ihr vielleicht auch nicht ganz so fit im Englischen seid, dann hilft euch der Text des Gedichts vielleicht weiter. Bitte schaut unbedingt auf ihrer Seite und in ihrem YouTube Channel vorbei, es lohnt sich wirklich.

He says
those god damn Pakistanis and their goddamn corner shops
Built a shop on every corner took our British workers jobs
He says those Goddamn Chinese and their goddamn china shops
I tell him they’re from Vietnam but he doesn’t give a toss
I ask him what was there before that damn Japan mans shop
He stares at me and dreams a scene of British workers jobs
Of full time full employment before the Goddamn boats all came
Where everybody went to work full time every day
A British Business stood their first he claims before the Irish came
Now British people lost their jobs and bloody Turkish are there to blame
I ask him how he knows that fact he says because it’s true
I ask him how he knows the fact he says he read it in the news
Everytime a Somalian comes here they take a job from us
The mathematics one for one, from us to them it just adds up
He bites his cake and sips is brew and says again he knows the spot
The Goddamn Carribeans came and now good folk here don’t have jobs
I ask him what was there before the goddamn Persian curtain shop
I show him architectures plans of empty goddamn plots of land
I show him the historic maps
A bit of sand, a barren land
There was no goddamn shop before those Pakistanis came and planned
Man
I’m sick of crappy mathematics
Cos I love a bit of sums
I spent three years into economics
And I geek out over calculus
And when I meet these paper claims
That one of every new that came
Takes away ones daily wage
I desperately want to scream
“Your maths is stuck in primary”
Cos one who comes here also spends
And one who comes here also lends
And some who comes here also tend
To set up work which employs them
And all your balance sheets and trends
Work with numbers not with men
And all your goddamn heated talk
Ignores the trade the Polish brought
Ignores the men they gave work to
Not plumbing jobs but further too
Ignores the ones they buy stock from
Accountants, builders, on and on
And I know it’s nice to have someone
To blame our lack of jobs upon
But immigrations not as plain
Despite the sums inside your brain
As one for one, as him or you
As if he goes, they’ll employ you
Cos sometimes one that comes makes two
And sometimes one can add three more
And sometimes two times two is much much more
Than four
And most times immigrants bring more
Than minuses.
holliemcnish.com

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