Cob Pile
Same to ya...
Yeah? Well ... you do, and you'll clean it up!
Its a poem, fellas. It doesn't translate well. Take my word for it, its weird.
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Here is my effort at translation:
Here
My footsteps in this street
resound (resonate or echo?)
in another street
where
I hear my footsteps
pass in this street
where
Only the fog (mist?) is real
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I find it strangely evocative of many solitary, foggy, late night walks in town.
That pretty well matches the Google machine translation.
I am once again reminded how little I know about culture.
You know very much of culture, Jeffro. I'm always impressed with your work. I admire your writing about the nuances of combining wheat and your profound expressions of deep feelings for your friends and family.
Culture is made of such things.
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As for myself, the sorting out of my life's detritus has been all too real. I can't focus on (or blog about) the world during this recapitulation. Its like this:
Politics - W. B. Yeats
How can I, that girl standing there,
My attention fix
On Roman or on Russian
Or on Spanish politics?
Yet here's a traveled man that knows
What he talks about,
And there's a politician
That has read and thought,
And maybe what they say is true
Of war and war's alarms,
But O that I were young again
And held her in my arms!
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It probably doesn't help to be re-reading Foucault's Pendulum (Umberto Eco) in between sorting my old mail.
Going over my 'saved stuff' is running my ethanol heart on aviation gasoline.
It wouldn't hurt to fill our tanks with some high-test Ethyl, PT. Our old pistons could use the lead.
Glad I still got feet to walk and ears to hear them hit the ground. - It's too bad I don't have what it takes to read Foucault's Pendulum again. I could barely turn a page without referring to my dictionary.
Man, I hear you there. I wonder if there is something more I can say to help change minds and show the error of the direction our country is headed. My elected officials already vote pretty much the way I want - and it's still pissing in the wind. I just try to post about things I know and understand.
So, I'll have a little fun with things and think of the orchestra on the Titanic - playing on because that was all they could do.
I gave up trying to straighten out everyone else a long time ago. It was fun playing at it before the election. Afterward, I got a few miles out of 'I told you so' and 'how is that _____ working out for you?' but now the thrill is gone.
I think I'll stick to wallowing in despair for a bit. Should be good for a few weeks play. Life is soooo hard, isn't it?
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