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Cityo ː Games

by Bigue Fague

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Text: Topant de cap en una i altra soca, avançant d’esma pel camí de l’aigua, se’n ve la vaca tota sola. És cega. D’un cop de roc llançat amb massa traça, el vailet va buidar-li un ull, i en l’altre se li ha posat un tel. La vaca és cega. Ve a abeurar-se a la font com ans solia; mes no amb el ferm posat d’altres vegades ni amb ses companyes, no: ve tota sola. Ses companyes, pels cingles, per les comes, pel silenci dels prats i en la ribera, fan dringar l’esquellot mentres pasturen l’herba fresca a l’atzar... Ella cauria. Topa de morro en l’esmolada pica i recula afrontada... Però torna i abaixa el cap a l’aigua i beu calmosa. Beu poc, sens gaire set... Després aixeca al cel, enorme, l’embanyada testa amb un gran gesto tràgic; parpelleja damunt les mortes nines, i se’n torna orfe de llum, sota del sol que crema, vacil·lant pels camins inoblidables, brandant llànguidament la llarga cua. Translation: Stumbling onto many a tree trunk, By the river shore, there goes the cow Errant and lonely. She is blind. Great marksmanship, that of the cowherd, The cow’s eye gouged out by a rock sent flying, While the other eye is veiled over: she is blind. In the fountain she quenches her thirst, Like she did before, just not as resolutely as yore And without her mates; yes, she is alone now. Her mates in turn, in hillocks and dales, Deep in the silence of pastures and river banks, Sound their cowbells as they nonchalantly Graze the fresh grass…She would fall. Cow butts again with her head in the worn trough, And recoils somewhat in affront…Only to return, Head lowered, reaching for the water, drinking calmly. Little does she drink, far from athirst. She then raises her horns onto the wide sky, With a great sense of tragedy; she blinks Over the dead pupils, and moves back Under the scalding sun, yet orphaned of light, Hesitating in the unforgettable cattle tracks, And tremulously flipping her long tail.
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Do you love the City?
Do you hate the City?
Is the City your friend?
Is the City kind?
Do you have a crush on the City Y/N?
Have you and the City… you knooow…?
Has the City treated you right?
Has the City robbed you blind?
Does the City scare you?

After almost a decade living in Toronto, there are a lot of things I’ve grown resentful of: the visible inequity that gets swept under the rug; the relative inaccessibility of nature and green-space; the unavoidable crowds and constant stream of people down every sidewalk; the decaying, overpriced transit system that periodically leaves its riders stranded; the constant police brutality, to BIPOC and peaceful protestors; the infrastructure designed to accommodate a city 1/10th of its current population; the highway which holds the record for most traffic and the 45-minute trips that turn into 3-hours of traffic hell during rush hour. Sometimes I feel lucky to live where I do and sometimes not so much! The skyline is pretty though :/

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released February 3, 2022

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Bigue Fague Toronto, Ontario

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//Trap//Chiptune//

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