simpleRECURSION http://www.mig81.com/ en-us neo@mig81.com 2009-12-01T11:37:18-08:00 hourly 1 2000-01-01T12:00+00:00 > a pretty girl http://www.mig81.com/archives/053610.php Here is a (rather reluctant) translation of 「きれいな女の子」.

a pretty girl
a pretty girl
         is an interesting
     thing

              fingernails 
              the colour of lipstick
                  the sound of her smile

       she lowers her eyes
    where
          is she looking

                a pretty girl
                       is a dangerous
                    thing

            the colour of words
                the price of beauty
                the sound of silence

     she looks down
    what
         is she thinking

]]> 53610@http://www.mig81.com/ c1.1 Poetry 2009-12-01T11:37:18-08:00 > きれいな女の子 http://www.mig81.com/archives/053609.php [A translation is now available here.]

きれいな女の子
きれいな女の子は
          面白いこと
        です

              爪
              口紅の色
                    微笑みの音

       眼を伏せました
    どこを
          観ていますか

                   きれいな女の子は
                               危ないこと
                            です

              言葉の意味
                    美しさの値段
                    沈黙の音

      顔を俯けました
   何を
        考えますか          

]]> 53609@http://www.mig81.com/ c1.1 Poetry 2009-09-10T16:37:02-08:00 > 変わりない http://www.mig81.com/archives/053604.php [circa]
To EunJeong

近頃全部のイメージは
自分の陰です

傲慢な男はブラックベリーで話す
何も話すことはない

近頃空きの部屋で「ただいま」言うは
人気です

名前は鳴り渡ります
村上、ドストエフスキー、ホイットマン

近頃時々物はことです
時々言葉はことです

多分奇跡は可能です
でも言葉がありません

]]> 53604@http://www.mig81.com/ c1.1 Poetry 2009-08-14T11:15:05-08:00 > Сонет 130 http://www.mig81.com/archives/053585.php This is a (rather rough - and thus, perhaps, apropos) translation of Shakespeare's Sonnet 130 (en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sonnet_130), meant to compete with Самуил Маршак [Samuil Marshak]'s (en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samuil_Marshak) translation. Enjoy. ;)

Сонет 130
Глаза любимой, нет, нельзя сравнить
С лучами солнца, иль с коралла красотой.
Не белоснежная её ведь грудь,
Редки и волосы на голове пустой.
Видал я розы красные и белые,
Но не румянец на её щеках,
И в некоторых ароматах зачерствелых
Да, был бы менее зловонней запах.
Люблю я слушать её голос мелкий,
Но музыка приличней налету.
Хоть не богиня и мала как белка,
На землю ставит каждую пяту.
И всё ж любимая моя редка:
Проста, честна, не смотрит с высока.

Needless to say, Mr. Shakespeare's lines are written in perfect iambic pentameter throughout the sonnet (perhaps with the sole exception of line 13 - but I'm sure it scanned differently at the time). Marshak's version follows the 11-10-11-10 syllable scheme in the first three stanzas, with an 11-11 heroic couplet at the very end. My version (which I feel is much closer to the original) follows a slightly irregular scheme (10-12-10-12, 12-10-13-11, 11-11-11-12, with a 10-10 heroic couplet) - which I still think is pretty damn good.

]]> 53585@http://www.mig81.com/ c1.1 Poetry 2009-07-20T21:13:59-08:00 > the voice http://www.mig81.com/archives/053584.php I wrote this piece immediately after being cut off by the calling card company after a long, interesting telephone conversation with MLP at 4 A.M. This is one of the simplest poems I have ever written. However, unlike hundreds of my other poems, it came out right on the first try.

To MLP

the voice
i had a dream
that I was sleeping
in an empty room

and then a voice called
(and i came
a voice called

and I came
and we had a talk
(had a talk

and the voice called
(and i came
and I came

and came and
came and came
and came and

came and then
the voice stopped
and i was back

sleeping

]]> 53584@http://www.mig81.com/ c1.1 Poetry 2009-07-14T04:38:27-08:00 > to paul http://www.mig81.com/archives/053574.php what you do not realise
yet  is that the earth fails
to spiralise  what you

think is yesterday's nonal
coholic titfuck drink is
what you do when putting up

the end to sound inside the
sink  and tone and so in
deed  pb & j and

even m are an auto
matomatomatoma
ton  please eat some skirtsleeves

iron out the sun  and
straighten out the windsorhalf
knot  and finally cheer

up  that which has never
been  by definition
cannot rot

]]> 53574@http://www.mig81.com/ c1.1 Poetry 2009-06-23T20:26:58-08:00 > how to write poetry http://www.mig81.com/archives/053573.php To Mlle Nemo

begin
by collecting words
  me
      ti
   cu
        lous
     ly

 pay attention to
    sound
    line lengths
   rhyme
   and other
 details that
    will drive you
       mad

  sort your
      feelings           
       into
   white envelopes
     (packed tight
    confess
         and then
         one day
    throw all

   this shit
                 out
 sit
   down

and write
    a
 poem
     rig
t

]]> 53573@http://www.mig81.com/ c1.1 Poetry 2009-06-19T21:39:04-08:00 > 部屋 http://www.mig81.com/archives/053576.php 部屋
部屋があります
部屋で人がいます
部屋の人の考えがあります
部屋の人の考えは夢です
部屋の人の考えは権力です

多分部屋がありません
多分人がいません

でも考えはいつもがあります

]]> 53576@http://www.mig81.com/ c1.1 Poetry 2009-06-16T21:34:20-08:00 > 多分詩 http://www.mig81.com/archives/053575.php 日は同じです
夜は同じです
人は同じです
問題は同じです
今日は何が違いますか

考えは同じです
セックス、コーヒー、仕事
睡眠、コーヒー、仕事
言語は美味しい病気です
今日は何が違いますか

]]> 53575@http://www.mig81.com/ c1.1 Poetry 2009-06-16T08:17:36-08:00 > it is the rust forcing http://www.mig81.com/archives/053572.php with today every it did (and the oral
today every of my present it is to be
it is to end the to be it is the

asian dust  "wait, wait, wait you release
what the present is done which wants  so everyone
does not work  does and is and the is the

like this my saw finishing  it happens
and apply is done  so this every
it does being less crowded  truly being

less crowded  it is called STOP  so
and anywhere  perhaps thus as for me
the wa is foolish  so it works  truly

]]> 53572@http://www.mig81.com/ c1.1 Poetry 2009-06-14T21:36:45-08:00 > in my pocket (unfinished) http://www.mig81.com/archives/053597.php in my pocket
abe lincoln and
liz II are ma
king out

in my pocket
two hundred years
are brought toge
ther to

a common de
nominator
across timespace
with a kiss

]]> 53597@http://www.mig81.com/ c1.1 Poetry 2009-03-28T16:58:28-08:00 > dura lex http://www.mig81.com/archives/053595.php the world fills with symbolism
as the cock fills with blood

and other fluids  lin
king verbs connecting fee
lings and nationstates

of course you can come in before
the auxiliary but

then you action would be a quest
ion of what verb to use  but
the result is always

the same  because the choice
is always the same

]]> 53595@http://www.mig81.com/ c1.1 Poetry 2009-03-15T20:54:58-08:00 > candid apparition... http://www.mig81.com/archives/053598.php candid apparition the inability to see or apprehend the burning eyes the throat the neck the testing chamber of all things known to man noted and unnoted made and unmade in the beard the colloquial beard of poets and moustache lumberjacks who like to eat flesh with their eyes who like to consume and absorb steam and steamy typesetting sodomy q.e.d. encyclopaedia rex is coming here stopping short of the couch circling the wagons firing at the wagons eatings flasks and pouring the beer out o texas texas texas texas texas texas zimbabwean tombstone to intransitive telecomm bully of zebra and emu where have you hidden you basket case you asinine megalomaniac rain cats and dogs and doggystyle cations and cautionary doggerels and mathematical union and chemical disunity and the presence of eating and the everlasting lack of swallowing licking your lips and asking for more ice please on the double when will you learn to cube the earth into parcels when the sky falls

]]> 53598@http://www.mig81.com/ c1.1 Poetry 2009-03-11T08:10:12-08:00 > what truly matters... http://www.mig81.com/archives/053615.php what truly matters
hang on lip
nose
tongues
like hungry colours of flame

colour the postmodern world
hues
in
tangible
gunsteel  fishroe

strawbry  what come
jinx something
powr
non
sense of the square and breath

but  what truly matters
you always
have
in
serted  inside of you

]]> 53615@http://www.mig81.com/ c1.1 Poetry 2009-03-08T18:56:05-08:00 > corrections http://www.mig81.com/archives/053554.php Here's another found poem.

corrections
don't throw up to me
don't throw up on me
sac = pocket
spinal fluid
nerves
I blacked out =
I fell asleep.
I passed out.
Sne didn't put on
the mask.

galaxies many
galaxy
our galaxy is called
the milkyway mily way
spiral galaxy
nebula coulds
telescope clouds of gas
hubble space telescope
yo [a piece torn out] 969

I can drink you
under the table

]]> 53554@http://www.mig81.com/ c1.1 Poetry 2009-03-01T18:07:10-08:00