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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.
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.