October, 2017
Powers of reason
POSTED IN contemporary poetry October 31, 2017
Powers of reasonI was walking down the street one day,
in a metaphoric truth,
when all at once and out of the blue,
an idea came into view,
Aha! says I, That’s it … Yes!I considered and pondered, thought a bit,
Feels right, says I, This is it!
I thought awhile about the possibilities,
to explore its potentiality,
reflect upon its practicalityTurned a corner, to my surprise,
A prime example before my eyes,
A perfect illustration of the insight which transpired
In those few moments before I conspired
to change direction in my real imagine area…That’s what I’m talking about, thought I
This is but one way this can be viewed:
I reflected and searched.
I reflected searchingly.
I searched reflectively.Oh.. yeah! I heard some angels sigh,
And turned my gaze towards the sky,
It’s like a cloud, moving from east to west,
dissipating and dispensing a sustaining grace
upon this unawareness unaware-necessarilyComparatively obvious, one could surmise
a relatively blatant indication
if considered under balancing conditions
under one-to-one, corresponding situations
All other factors equal – it would be assumedIn contrast, an air of subtlety
hanging in a coolish casual mystery
disguised, a disguise in dark shades, no doubt
not to not see naught from the inside out
but because naught is seen, ‘less allowedAs well, as well I may have guessed,
there was a simple reason for all of this:
a primal source of that phenomenon
lying in a shadow, lain, consequent
to virtue of a foreknown, fateful consequenceThough its ultimate reality could not be told,
namelessness its pre-existent indication,
still, mercifully, there were ways to point the way
and its passing plentifully traced
or, but not and, resurrections portrayedIn fact, enumerating its appearance
would be a virtual impossibility;
even casual attention to its deportments
reveal a sympathetic harmony of movements
which might be likened to flickers of realityImmensely, appropriately qualified
as evidenced by anything that’s true
having unnumbered circumstantial application
independently possessed of its own justification
unencumbered by materialistic folly, it stood.And so it was that this story came to be;
a walkabout come to a destiny
a dance around the circle of reality,
seven steps, or three, or four:
each a repetition of one step into eternity.
Garnet Shaw Robbie
Copaci fara padure
POSTED IN Music October 24, 2017
Copaci fara padure
in povestea copacilor goi
scartaind intr-o singura usa
este vorba de noi amandoi
este vorba de foc si cenusadoi copaci fara frunze pe drum
dupa cum ii priveste inaltul
doi copaci prin sarutul de scrum
aplecandu-se unul spre altulnu mai suntem decat doi copaci
vor veni taietori sa ne tunda
vor lua crengi toti copiii saraci
http://Versuri.ro/w/lot1
pentru flacara lor muribundasi chiar daca ma vei mai iubi
peste crivatul iernii ce vine
fara brate cu ochii pustii
n-am sa am ce intinde spre tinespune-mi padure cu frunza rara
unde-i iubirea de asta vara?
nu stie iarna sa se indure
de noi copacii fara padure.
Tatiana Stepa
Roll the dice
POSTED IN contemporary poetry, translated English-Romanian October 24, 2017
Roll the dice
if you’re going to try, go all the
way.
otherwise, don’t even start.
if you’re going to try, go all the
way.
this could mean losing girlfriends,
wives, relatives, jobs and
maybe your mind.
go all the way.
it could mean not eating for 3 or 4 days.
it could mean freezing on a
park bench.
it could mean jail,
it could mean derision,
mockery,
isolation.
isolation is the gift,
all the others are a test of your
endurance, of
how much you really want to
do it.
and you’ll do it
despite rejection and the worst odds
and it will be better than
anything else
you can imagine.
if you’re going to try,
go all the way.
there is no other feeling like
that.
you will be alone with the gods
and the nights will flame with
fire.
do it, do it, do it.
do it.
all the way
all the way.
you will ride life straight to
perfect laughter, it’s
the only good fight
there is.
Charles Bukowski
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Arunca zarul
Daca ai de gand sa incerci
mergi pana la capat..
altminteri, nici macar sa nu incepi.
Daca ai de gand sa incerci
mergi pana la capat.
asta ar putea insemna sa pierzi iubite,
sotii, rude, munca si
poate chiar mintile.
Mergi pana la capat.
Poate fi sa nu mananci 3 sau 4 zile,
poate fi sa tremuri de frig
pe o banca in parc.
Poate fi inchisoare,
poate fi luare luare in ras,
batjocura,
izolare.
Izolarea este darul,
toate celelalte sunt un test
al rabdarii tale,
al staruintei
cat de mult vrei sa o faci cu adevarat
si o vei face
in ciuda respingerii si a celor mai nefavorabile sanse
si va fi mult mai bine decat orice
altceva
iti poti imagina.
Daca ai de gand sa incerci
mergi pana la capat.
Nu exista alt sentiment de comparat.
Vei fi singur cu zeii
si noptile vor arde in flacari.
Da-i bataie !
Pana la capat
Pana la capat.
Vei calari viata drept
pana la rasul perfect,
este singura lupta adevarata
care exista.
Romanian version, Maria Magdalena Biela
Bluebird
POSTED IN contemporary poetry, translated English-Romanian October 24, 2017
Bluebird
there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I’m not going
to let anybody see
you.
there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he’s
in there.there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody’s asleep.
I say, I know that you’re there,
so don’t be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he’s singing a little
in there, I haven’t quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it’s nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don’t
weep, do
you?………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
Pasarea albastra
E-o pasasre albastra-n inima mea, care
vrea sa iasa
insa mi-s mai tare decat ea
spun, stai acolo, nu am de gand
sa las pe nimeni.
sa te vada.
e-o pasare albastra-n inima mea, care
vrea sa iasa
insa eu torn whiskey peste ea si inhalez
fum de tigara
si tarfele si barmanii
si casierii
habar n-au
ca ea
este in mine.
e-o pasare albastra-n inima mea, care
vrea sa iasa
insa mi-s mai tare decat ea
spun
stai jos, vrei sa ma zapacesti?
vrei sa-mi faci toata munca de belea?
vrei sa-mi arunci pe apa sambetei
vanzarea de carte in Europa?e-o pasare albastra-n inima mea, care
vrea sa iasa
dar sunt prea smecher, o las sa iasa
doar noaptea uneori
cand toti dorm
spun, stiu ca esti acolo,
asa ca
nu fi trista.
apoi o pun indarat
si ea canta nitel
acolo, nu am lasat-o
chiar sa moara.
si dormim impreuna
asa
cu pactul nostru secret
si asta-i suficient
sa faca un barbat
sa planga, insa eu nu plang.Tu ?
Romanian version, Maria Magdalena Biela
Charles Bukowski
Misirlou
POSTED IN Music October 22, 2017
Misirlou
Dick Dale
Signore
POSTED IN contemporary poetry October 21, 2017
Signore
Signore,
tu lo senti ch’io non ho voce
piu per ridere il tuo canto segreto.
Signore,
tu lo vedi ch’io non ho occhi
piu per i tuoi cieli,
per le nuvole tue consolatrici .
Signore,
per tutto il mio pianto,
ridammi una stilla di Te
ch’io riviva .
Perche tu sai,
Signore,
che in un tempo lontano
anch’io tenni nel cuore
tutto un lago,
un gran lago,
specchio di Te.
Ma tutta l’acqua mi fu bevuta,
o Iddio,
ed ora dentro il cuore
ho una caverna vuota,
cieca di Te.
Signore,
per tutto il mio pianto,
ridammi una stilla di Te,
ch’io riviva .
Antonia Pozzi………………………………………………………………………..
Doamne,
Tu auzi că mai mult nu am voce
ca să ma bucur de cântecul tău secret.
Doamne,tu vezi că mai mult nu am ochi
pentru cerurile tale toate,
pentru norii tai mângâietori.
Doamne,
pentru toate lacrimile mele,
dă-mi o licărire de-a Ta
ca să pot s-o iau de la capăt.
Căci, Doamne,
tu stii că într-un timp îndepărtat
inima mea era toata un lac ,
un mare lac,
oglindă a Ta.
Dar toată apa mi-a fost băută,
o, Dumnezeule,
și acum în inimă
am o peșteră goală,
oarbă de Tine.
Doamne,
pentru cât am plâns
dă-mi un strop de la Tine
ca să pot s-o iau de la capăt.
Romanian version, Catalina Franco
You never can tell
POSTED IN Music October 21, 2017
You never can tell
It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well
You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle
And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell
“C’est la vie”, say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tellThey furnished off an apartment with a two room Roebuck sale
The coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale
But when Pierre found work, the little money comin’ worked out well
“C’est la vie”, say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tellThey had a hi-fi phono, boy, did they let it blast
Seven hundred little records, all rock, rhythm and jazz
But when the sun went down, the rapid tempo of the music fell
“C’est la vie”, say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tellThey bought a souped-up jitney, ’twas a cherry red ’53
They drove it down to Orleans to celebrate the anniversary
It was there that Pierre was married to the lovely mademoiselle
“C’est la vie”, say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell.Pulp Fiction
Fiery October
POSTED IN AUTUMN October 20, 2017
Friends , trees and smiles
Bielka
Many zeros
POSTED IN contemporary poetry October 19, 2017
Many zeros
The teacher rises voiceless before a class
Of pale, tight-lipped children/
The blackboard behind him as black as the sky
Light-years from the earth.It´s the silence the teacher loves,
The taste of the infinite in it.
The stars like teeth marks on children´s pencils.
Listen to it, he says happily.
Charles Simic
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Fără voce se ridică profesorul în fața
copiilor palizi cu buzele strânse.
Tabla din spate – la fel de neagră ca cerul
cu ani – lumina departe de pământ.E tăcerea pe care profesorul o iubește,
având gustul infinitului .
Stelele – semne de dinți pe creioanele copiilor.
Ascultați-o, spune fericit.
Romanian version, Catalina Franco
Ohjaustyön opas
POSTED IN contemporary poetry October 11, 2017
Ohjaustyön opas
One of those books which help you understand why you love your profession of counselor with such a passion…
Maria Magdalena Biela
