Donald Trump, Nobel Prize winner in literature
Donald Trump was nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize, but it's much more appropriate to win the Nobel Prize for Literature. This Monday he demonstrated this in Washington, D.C. He gave a speech—a recitation, in fact—to explain Why is the National Guard deployed in the city?. The poem, rape or recitation he has uttered is the following, which I try to translate without betraying. It is a vibrant text, full of metaphorical vivacity, a monologue that leaves Shakespeare on the level of EL James. For a greater enjoyment of this lofty creation, I allow myself to transcribe it in verse:
"Our capital has been occupied"
by violent gangs
and criminals
bloodthirsty,
wandering groups of wild youth,
drugged maniacs
and homeless people,
and we will never allow this to happen again."
He God is in the house, by Nick Cave, or the No surprises, by Radiohead, lack that truth; they fail to alarm the viewer, as Donald's poetry does. "Maniacs on Drugs," for example, is a brilliant find, on par with "Badly made eyesore" by Paquita la del Barrio. That after the brutal "wandering groups of wild youth" (I would title the future collection of poems like that) it ends with the very soft but forceful "and homeless people" is brilliant. It is genius. Theatrically, I would have this phrase repeated by a group of men dressed as Washington police officers, many of whom, by the way, are Hispanic.
