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An Expert

A translation from Tomáš Hausmann (Germany)

I am an expert, yes an expert


I have an expertise which

I exer­cise

ruthlessly

 

I have studied my art for many years.

It is my hobby, my work, my obsession, my life

and it is very secret

dangerous

- thrilling even


It is very satisfying

 

I choose my basic ingredients with extreme care,
acquiring them from reliable, tested, trusted sources
Everything else I do myself

 

You could call me a master craftsman

even the most insignificant ingredient

I use, I treat with respect and

uttermost care


I create each and every part

and hone it

with the tenderness of love


I piece each element and

combination of elements together

constantly checking and rechecking

building and rebuilding


The comple­ted whole is always as perfect

and as pleasing as I can make it

 

If you watched me working it would

probably drive you to distrac­tion

I work so slowly and methodically


Every device is designed to work to its optimum potential

and it must work to my exact specification

It must work!


It must work the first and only time

Yes! The first and only time

it has to

 

Once a device is completed

it becomes redundant to me

I pass it on

All my interest is transferred

to my next task.


You will say I am a monster

You will say I am an appalling

individual

You will say I am not a human being

with any feeling for his fellows

 

I watch the news and read about the horror and carnage

and it touches me like any other onlooker

but it doesn't seem to con­nect with my work at all

 

Like you

I would no doubt be shocked and horrified

if I ever had to confront the result of my work

in the hard light of the by­stander

or even, God forbid,

the victim


I would cry out in anger

genuine rage

about the abomination

that has been committed


The maiming and the needless

slaughter

of the innocent.

 

If you shook me

pointed out the detritus

of my perfect devices

and the havoc that they cause, then...


then perhaps I could truly understand

my complicity

my culpability


But until such a time

I feel no responsibility

and continue with my work.

 


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Anthony Emmerson

Mon 23rd Mar 2009 12:12

Hi Paul,
Thanks for posting this. It's an intriguing foray into the detached mind of the terrorist's technician. The one thing that I feel is missing here is that we learn nothing of his motivation; the only fanaticism evident is that for his work/craft. Can someone really be so far away from the consequences of their deeds purely to satisfy a need for exactness and precision? I would liked to have looked a little deeper to find some evidence of what drives him.
Regards,
A.E.

<Deleted User> (5646)

Sun 22nd Mar 2009 21:56

Interesting piece Paul,
the same could be said about writing a poem and the effects of others opinions on it.
I like the end where it implies, ' I don't really care what they think.'

Janet.x

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