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\u00a0<\/span>https:\/\/alteritas.net\/pastis\/translations\/distraught-dream\/<\/a><\/p>\n https:\/\/alteritas.net\/GXL\/?p=3502<\/a><\/p>\n Alba https:\/\/alteritas.net\/pastis\/inventory\/alba\/<\/a> \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Ggl:<\/p>\n A dusty cloud passed over the sun<\/p>\n and laid the mountainside down<\/p>\n to a winter camp<\/p>\n for my beloved<\/p>\n and her lover.<\/p>\n A bridge swayed beneath my feet<\/p>\n but my steps<\/p>\n had no direction.<\/p>\n It was as far over the bridge<\/p>\n as I had come from my childhood.<\/p>\n So death had to be found<\/p>\n somewhere between me and the gray willows<\/p>\n on the opposite bank.<\/p>\n It all lasted less than a minute<\/p>\n but the rest of the world.<\/p>\n DISTRAUGHT DREAM<\/b><\/p>\n Me:<\/p>\n A burst of dust obscured the sun, of my love A footbridge swayed under Just as far over that span so death will be met in its place This all lasted less than an instant En st\u00f8vet sky gik for solen En bro gungrede under mine f\u00f8dder, Der var lige s\u00e5 langt over broen \u00a0<\/span>S\u00e5 d\u00f8den m\u00e5tte findes \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n Det hele varede mindre end et minut \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n https:\/\/alteritas.net\/pastis\/inventory\/tethering-for-davo\/<\/a><\/p>\n https:\/\/alteritas.net\/GXL\/?p=3444<\/a><\/p>\n 2015<\/p>\n Our official wedding portrait. Thirty-nine years ago. \ud83d\udd25\u2665\ufe0f\ud83d\ude38 Tempus fugit cum gaudes \/ when you’re having fun.<\/p>\n Submit Shinny somewhere<\/p>\n https:\/\/alteritas.net\/GXL\/?p=4537<\/a>\u00a0 <\/span>Un chat parmi\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n https:\/\/alteritas.net\/pastis\/plaint-of-a-slovak-poet-1976\/<\/a><\/p>\n \u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n At a conference in Budapest in 1976, I fell in with some young Slovak scholars, tentatively, I imagined, in love with one of them. I wrote this poem recapitulating their description of their lives, trapped in Iron Curtain domesticity.<\/p>\n Later, back in Canada, I glued a copy of Sylvia Plath\u2019s latest collection into the covers of Alice in Wonderland and, per instructions of the one who had caught my eye, mailed it to Bratislava.<\/p>\n Never heard back if it made it through the censors<\/p>\n This was the same folks about whom I did up a limerick, which read at the last session of the conference<\/p>\n There once came some Slovaks to Budapest<\/p>\n To sttend a big conference on the Metatext<\/p>\n The lectures were deadly<\/p>\n By we hung on steadily,<\/p>\n And stuck up friendship twist East and West.<\/p>\n Later in the same trip I was in Prague visiting Paul Wilson, an occasional member of the Plastic People of the Universe.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Occasional poetry\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n https:\/\/alteritas.net\/pastis\/inventory\/still-life\/<\/a>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Collations (2nd edition)<\/p>\n https:\/\/alteritas.net\/pastis\/pushkins-plea\/<\/a><\/p>\n Danishness : https:\/\/alteritas.net\/GXL\/?p=3502<\/a><\/p>\n https:\/\/alteritas.net\/GXL\/?p=3480<\/a><\/p>\n Latin lesson of the day.<\/p>\n Sine pecunia tyrannus superare populum Romanum non poterit.<\/p>\n A\u00a0 <\/span>tyrant will not be able to overcome the Roman people without money.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n https:\/\/alteritas.net\/pastis\/translations\/the-strangest-of-all\/<\/a><\/p>\n This deliberately flat anti-metaphysical poem by Alberto Caiero.<\/p>\n https:\/\/comofazerumpoema.com\/poemas-de-alberto-caeiro-poesia\/<\/a><\/p>\n I have tried to echo the deliberate flatness in this poem by one of Fernando Pessoa’s heteronyms, Alberto Caiero, whose works are “marked\u00a0 <\/span>by rationality and objectivity”.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Do not be deceived by its ostensible simplicity, which can, in Portuguese, rely on the subjunctive in its last two lines.\u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Do animals other than humans get Parkinson’s?<\/p>\n In othrrer wordd, is PD aspecific to oit species?<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n https:\/\/alteritas.net\/pastis\/inventory\/dementia\/<\/a><\/p>\n https:\/\/alteritas.net\/pastis\/translations\/a-lamb-of-the-lord\/<\/a><\/p>\n From today, but forever,<\/p>\n I know: The earth is truly warm-<\/p>\n I give back the sting to the nettle<\/p>\n and the thorns to the hedgehog.<\/p>\n From today, everything is my patron saint<\/p>\n and the whole world a willow cradle<\/p>\n in which the gust of wind rocks us together<\/p>\n and knots our breath.<\/p>\n From now on and forever From now on, the whole world \u00a0<\/span>knitting our breath together.<\/p>\n After Christine Lavant<\/b><\/b><\/p>\n Seit heute, aber f\u00fcr immer, Seit heute ist alles mein Schutzpatron ***<\/p>\n Christine Lavant was an Austrian poet whose life was a vale of tears. Fortunately, for us, she discovered poetry after a mentor passed her a volume of Rilke. Christian mystics are these days few and far between, alas. She was one.<\/i><\/p>\n
\nspilled down the mountain slopes
\nto the winter lair<\/p>\n
\nand her lover.<\/p>\n
\nmy steps as I stumbled
\non without direction.<\/p>\n
\nhave I come since childhood,<\/p>\n
\nsomewhere between me now\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 <\/span>
\nand those grey willows on the opposite shore.<\/p>\n
\n\u2013 what remains of being. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n
\nog lagde bjergsiden ned
\ntil et vinterleje
\nfor min elskede
\nog hendes elsker.<\/i><\/i><\/p>\n
\nmen mine skridt
\nhavde ingen retning.<\/i><\/i><\/p>\n
\nsom jeg var kommet fra min barndom.<\/i><\/i><\/p>\n
\net sted mellem mig og de gr\u00e5 pile
\np\u00e5 den modsatte bred.<\/i><\/p>\n
\nmen resten af verden.\u00a0<\/span><\/i><\/i><\/p>\n
\nI know that Earth is truly warm.
\nI give its sting back to the nettle,
\nto the hedgehog its thorn.<\/p>\n
\nis my Protector, a\u00a0cradle of willow
\nwhere breezes rock and lull us<\/p>\n
\nwei\u00df ich: Die Erde ist wirklich warm-
\nich gebe der Nessel den Brand zur\u00fcck
\nund dem Igel die Stacheln.<\/i><\/i><\/p>\n
\nund die ganze Welt eine Weidenwiege,
\ndarin uns der Windsto\u00df zusammenschaukelt
\nund unsren Atem verknotet.<\/i><\/i><\/p>\n