Impromptu day 17

[spacedlaw]

I am running behind schedule again. Plus Day 15 and 17 need extensive work (and are not too convincing as prompts for me) so may or may not surface later on.

Jeff Griffin asked us to get lost in translation with a favourite poet

So I have collected a bunch phrases and sentences from Pablo Neruda and google-translated it into:
Spanish
Russian
Italian
Chinese
French
Hungarian
Persian
Estonian
Kyrgyz
German
Basque
And then finally in English again. Oh boy.

It looked very weird (and had very little to do with the original) and somehow had collected punctuation along the way (go figure). I had to discard most of it but some images still rose from the poor mangled thing (zombie poem?)



There is no time for terror
but it is clear my heart is love
and no other country to look at.

The soul does not want to be
but you will not blindly look
at me and say today: understand

Love is growing shadows of mystery,
all the glass in your mouth
rivers, crystal clear turtle blood.

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[spacedlaw]

In case anyone is interested here is my entry point:

The truth is in the prologue not the yellow moment today was a brimming glass I understand that the shopper for myths do not look for me when drawing The moon alone in the midst of its clear page rivers of bitter certainty no one saw the moon that bled in my mouth as if in a transparent boat they look at the terrorist waves I ask myself whether frogs are so furtive together we ratify the silence butter dishes blue saltcellars this gift of translucent stone I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to seek another land is that I do not see you but love you blindly in the distance my soul is not satisfied that it has lost I love you as certain dark things are to be loved in secret between the shadow and the soul it rises to the sky seeking me and it opens for me all


And this is the exit wound:

There is no time mixer until the end of the month awards and buyers today understand that development is not, one thing is: all the glass in his mouth, but I do not know, but it is clear, rivers, crystal clear turtle blood wave of terror I saw both nipple month silence broken hand mixer blue gift and their roots and to other countries to look at, I do not see you, but you will not blindly into the distance, my heart is love, love is growing, and the shadow of mystery and the soul does not want to be, and then looked at me and said, :