TARDO QUATTROCENTO

Празднование Нового Года оправдало все мои несмелые надежды. Отчёт навряд ли воспоследует, разве что фото. (Оно же, скорее всего воспоследует в необозримом будущем, поскольку портрет одной из трёх наших ёлок (а именно той, что по совместительству является кактусом) уже обещан фикусу юзера mrka.
Безделье моё тем временем подзатянулось и навело меня на актуальную тему, которой и собираюсь посвятить n-ное кол-во записей.

С завтрашнего дня начинаю новую жисть.

POET AT WORK

Посвящу всё это, пожалуй, своему другу Дэвиду, у него сегодня день рожденья. Cобственно, уже вчера.

Christian Morgenstern
Korf's clock

Korf a kind of clock invents
where two pairs of hands go round:
one the current hour presents,
one is always backward bound.

When it's two - it's also ten;
when it's three - it's also nine.
you just look at it, and then
time gets never out of line,

for in Korf's astute invention
with its Janus-kindred stride
(wich, of course, was his intention)
time itself is nullified.

Palmstroem's clock

Palstroem's clock - a different kind -
is mimosa-like designed.

All requests are kindly heeded:
Many times the clock proceeded

at the pace that folks were urging
- slowing up or forward surging

for one hour, or two, or three,
as impelled by sympathy.

Though a timepiece, it will never
stick to petty rules, however.

Just a clockwork, slick and smart,
yet a clockwork with a heart.

(Translated from German by Max Knight)

Good taste is the worst vice ever invented.

My personal hobbies are reading, listening to music, and silence.

I wish the government would put a tax on pianos for the incompetent.

The public will believe anything, so long as it is not founded on truth.

I am patient with stupidity but not with those who are proud of it.


BELLS OF GRAY CRYSTAL
Bells of gray crystal
Break on each bough--
The swans' breath will mist all
The cold airs now.
Like tall pagodas
Two people go,
Trail their long codas
Of talk through the snow.
Lonely are these
And lonely am I ....
The clouds, gray Chinese geese
Sleek through the sky.

ANSWERS
I kept my answers small and kept them near;
Big questions bruised my mind but still I let
Small answers be a bullwark to my fear.

The huge abstractions I kept from the light;
Small things I handled and caressed and loved.
I let the stars assume the whole of night.


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