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since we do spend a bit of time around here, searching for ideas and such, i thought of bringing you one of the greatest poems ever written in the portuguese language. Most of you possibly can't read it, but look how beautiful the original typescript is:
Post your own favourite things. Please reduce nerd comments to the wisest mark, so that we may find bliss for every click.
Given the large crowd here, from many countries, it would be great if we could come to look at each other languages and enjoy the best any country has to offer. words and beauty.
I found this by searching our national library, which has finally gone digital and has been scanning most of our original scripts from poets, painters, philosophers, etc.
thank you.
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Post your own favourite things. Please reduce nerd comments to the wisest mark, so that we may find bliss for every click.
Witt
(Dec 14 06, 13:48)For someone with a username like yours, you sure don't appreciate anyone displaying any.
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?
i don't get it.
if your implying that i'm pretentious then you're wrong.
i'm not.
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i logged in with 'witt' because i like wittgenstein not because i think i'm above other people.
can we get past this now?
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jesus...
maybe this wasn't a good idea.
sincerely, i don't get you.
witt doesn't stand for wit, or any other sort of obnoxious thing you can come up with.
but wtf, i know what i know, i have my tastes and expectations and opinions, and why can't i start a thread around it?
why?
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FUCK,
people are getting so politically correct these days that i just can't cope with this.
i'm sad that you flavorful didn't even tried to make an effort to understand.
it must feel great to live in a place that doesn't care a fuck about any other place in the world.
goodbye. all the best to you all.
please direct your hatemail to:
cheers.
- bolus0
http://www.xs4all.nl/~ace/Litera…
in dutch, i'll try to find a translation
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"If you're going to try, go all the way. Otherwise don't even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives, jobs. And maybe your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery or isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance. Of how much you really want to do it. And you'll do it, despite rejection in the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you're going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods. And the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It's the only good fight there is."
- BukowskiI thank snuggles' for posting it in its entirety, I copied and pasted it as opposed to writing it myself awhile back.
- bolus0
September, 1903
At least let me now deceive myself with illusions
so as not to feel my empty life.And yet I came so close so many times.
And yet how paralyzed I was, how cowardly;
why did I keep my lips sealed
while my empty life wept inside me,
my desires wore robes of mourning?To have been so close so many times
to those sensual eyes, those lips,
to that body I dreamed of, loved-
so close so many times.Constantine P. Cavafy
- bolus0
translation sucks btw.... and so does this dutch version, shit
- mpfree0
I am quite a wise-ass true and true
there are many girls who leave my balls blue
in the near distance I hear my mom
living with her really rocks, I can't find a job
- ml_will0
This is Just to Say
I have eaten
the dog
that was in
your yardand which
you were probablysaving
for Westminsterforgive me
it was delicious
so tender
not gamey at all© 2005 by Ross Stapleton-Gray. All Rights Reserved.
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flavorful: peace?
c'mon...
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that's so WilliamCarlos, ml_will, ahahah. props.
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damn bolus, that's a great poem. i have felt like that before.
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Haha, Witt, I was just being an ass, I didn't mean to completely derail your thread before it even started.
However, in a way ... I guess that is the most beautiful thing to me ... mindlessly posting only to come back and see your responses, haha, I'm sorry.
As-Salamu Alaykum.
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no excuses flavouful, i think you really thought i was some pretentious ass. which i am not.
i just like words, and drawings, and i like people speaking about it. nothing more.
peace.
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let me get a translation for the poem i posted. please wait 30 minutes or so... i'll try to give it a go in english.
- bolus0
in that case i'll probably read it tomorrow
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ok. to that purl i've posted here goes a pityful translation. the poem is from 1918:
In a excessively clear day,/
A day that would prompt you to work harder,/
So that you wouldn't work so much,/
I saw, like a road between trees,/
What is probably the Big Secret:/
The Big Mistery that most fake poets talk about./I saw that there was no Nature./
That Nature doesn't exist.../
There are Hills, Valleys, Pastures,/
And Trees, Flowers and Grass,/
There are Rivers and Stones,/
But there is not a whole thing to belong to,/
And that if the whole thing looks real and true/
That is a disease of our thoughts./Nature is parts without whole./
That is probably the mistery everyone's speaks of./It was like this, without thought or being stopped,/
That I thought of the Truth/
Which all are striving to find and do not find/
And that me, only, because i wasn't looking for it, did found./
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There I sat, broken-hearted
Not a shit...
... just Farted.