and: the poetry thread

[Andrea]

...and the big city with the flag red white green stripes moving horizontally said
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...and the small city with the flag green white red stripes moving vertically said
http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/i...04882fa7fd.jpg

...and I felt like burning light stripes all over but I think I´m getting better now
http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/i...d0c2ece29c.jpg

oh God, why are you doing this to me? You know I would never take a leaf...

[Andrea]

once upon a time
when birdsong was a crime
in the unreal world full of twitter
where a click made the water glitter
where kids killed for fun
where a guilty never had to run
where sick things didn´t surprise
where emotions of joy was the only prize
I found you but like a gleam of light
suddenly you were out of sight
and deep inside I still can feel the
echoes of love that once so sweetly
tortured my mind

release my heartache
release my pain
I need that love sound
birdsongs, big clouds full of rain
in the real world cram-full of light
where we miss only what´s out of sight
where we moan and groan and regret
where we look in the mirror and forget
where sense is like light in the dark
we wanna see a lightning but only see a spark
and deep inside I love to feel the
echoes of love that once so sweetly
tortured my mind
tortured my mind
...

SoundCloud
http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/i...13c2315c12.jpg

[Caprice]

sun is shining.
weather is sweet, yeah...
make you wanna move,
im a rainbow too....

in 4 days i will be traveling. 4 long days with short outcomes. but on that fourth we'll be on that plane, and we'll be taking off.
i havent felt this clean in sometime. as the summer winds down, and this year turns into the next, i draw a small blank with it. what have i done, where have i gone. not a feeling of regret, but a feeling of content. seems like im back at square one when its actually square 2.

see you in 2 weeks

[Andrea]

English - Tomato
Hungarian - Paradicsom
The word with double meaning:
1. The vegetable we eat http://open.salon.com/files/tomato1260299541.jpg
2. Paradise, Heaven - Paradicsom on Earth means Heaven on Earth
Can you feel it?
2 A.M.
Is this a joke?
belly says 'food' body says 'sleep' head says 'dinner in bed' - he said
Is there a leaning tower in Tokyo?
Oh God, I´m coming...
or I wish I could
I´m living in a dream-world, right?
is it yours?

I am

[Caprice]

but all thats lost is found again.

a year and three quarters she waited. why she still had my number i do not know. why she waited so long to call i do not know. a lifetime passes by in that time, thinking about it, quenches my breathing.
i can not see the future. the present is often fuzzy, but its getting clearer, and clearer. my time here is limited, in this house. for one year more, i will be who i am, then in due time, this life will change,

again.

[Caprice]

i cant remember the last time i had trouble sleeping.

i wonder what it means

[Caprice]

broken dogs sum up my feeling collide in the haze of today. dreams of dreams in a different place

[Andrea]

and Dorothy said:
-You have to find your own way



are you hungry?

[Andrea]

Like a child who wants to rest
Who came to a peaceful quite nest
saying: Don´t leave, please tell a fairy-tale
like this the time you will delay
with heavy heartbeat in that small body
craving for a tale or just to be close to somebody

So we ask you: Sit down here and tell us
the usually things about our old Tellus
Tell us as you used to although we never forget
Tell us you are with us and we never regret
that we are with you till dead do us part
Coz we are the ones some would call smart

You know this well: the poet never lies,
Tell us the truth not only the real that rhymes
Tell us about the light that fills our mind with brightness
Because without each other we´re living in darkness

Like Castorp sees through Chaucat´s body
Tonight we are facing our true harmony
Your padded words seals and resist the noise
Tell about pure beauty or grief, it is your choice

Lifting our hearts towards yearning from affliction
We have just buried poor Michael Jackson *
And mankind is living in a world of thriller
Where nightmare is feeding on a filler

Appalled we stand asking: is there more?
How could the demons find our candy store?
Is there more poison that brewing for each?
Is there a place for you where you can preach?

If you speak we will not hurry
But we never be weak so don´t worry
And we all remain free and kind
Our precious lessen humankind

Please sit down and write your story
Take your time, there is no worry
A European with purest white hands
Let them watch your angel stance

József Attila (1905- 1937) - "Welcome to Thomas Mann" translated by me.

József Attila was one of the most important and well-known Hungarian poets of the 20th century. http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/i...edff0d872f.jpg
* The original poem mentioned Dezső Kosztolányi (1885 – 1936) he was also a famous Hungarian poet and prose-writer.

There is also a translation by Vernon Watkins:

Just as the child, by sleep already possessed,
Drops in his quiet bed, eager to rest,
But begs you: "Don't go yet; tell me a story,"
For night this way will come less suddenly,
And his heart throbs with little anxious beats
Nor wholly understands what he entreats,
The story's sake or that yourself be near,
So we ask you: Sit down with us; make clear
What you are used to saying; the known relate,
That you are here among us, and our state
Is yours, and that we all are here with you,
All whose concerns are worthy of man's due.
You know this well: the poet never lies,
The real is not enough; through its disguise
Tell us the truth which fills the mind with light
Because, without each other, all is night.
Through Madame Chauchat's body Hans Castorp sees,
So train us to be our own witnesses.
Gentle your voice, no discord in that tongue;
Then tell us what is noble, what is wrong,
Lifting our hearts from mourning to desire,
We have buried Kosztolányi; cureless, dire,
The cancer on his mouth grew bitterly,
But growths more monstrous gnaw humanity.
Appalled we ask: More than what went before,
What horror has the future yet in store?
What ravening thoughts will seize us for their prey?
What poison, brewing now, eat us away?
And, if your lecture can put off that doom,
How long may you still count upon a room?
O, do not speak, and we can take heart then.
Being men by birthright, we must remain men,
And women, women, cherished for that reason.
All of us human, though such numbers lessen.
Sit down, please. Let your stirring tale be said.
We are listening to you, glad, like one in bed,
To see to-day, before that sudden night,
A European mid people barbarous, white.

[Caprice]

[those are fantastic Andrea! truly!]




i looked down the road on her, sitting, waiting, asking me with her eyes. on the chair i sat with her glance fixed upon my glare. we've got high life and coors light. high life i said.
in she went and out came my cigarettes. one in mouth, flame ablazed and a puff later she appeared. smiling with those bull's eyes.
the air was dry. like something dirty that is clean because it is all dead. we starred each other into conversation, mindless conversation that brings pause to this life we know so well. brings a solace embrace to this neutral hotel.
round 2 for beers, this time, its dark, and bitter. she finishes it for me, and i walk her to the car.
without hesitation, lips touch in a fierce contact. soft, and dirty, we tasted like cigarettes, and we liked it.
i lift her upon the car and unfold my lips upon her. no words, no denial. feeling and better all the more.
open the car i say. i have to go she says. dabs and dabs we give, trying to get away from each other. almost like magnets we never stop.

in a final breath we say bye and i walk my way.

and that, is my night