I like Latin but I have not used it for ages.I didn’t expect so many people to read Elementary.I like the original poem very much though unsure about the ending.I like it because it affects me.Sweet dreams to those on GMT.
Day: December 10, 2015
Problems of translation by machine
Thanks to my brother Mike
Original poem in English
A force far deeper than our anger
Elemental as a storm,
Annihilating all before it.
Terror does our rage inform.
This ancient self feels we are threatened
Runs to rise and to protect;
Most murderous when we’re most alarmed
Rage an enemy detects.
Over-riding other feelings,
Depriving us of wits to think
Like a nuclear tsunami
Disconnecting human links.
Reddened vision,focused,narrowed
Eyes locked onto enemy.
All the wider context losing,
Wiping out good memories
Like a mother tiger fighting,
With the cornered eagle’s force
We will destroy what we think other
Without feeling our remorse.
Nature gave this to protect us;
Yet our perception’s often wrong.
Once the flood of feeling takes us
All reflections seem too long
Later, if we see our victims,
Will we know when we have erred?
For hate deceives ourselves and others
When our inmost terror’s bared.
How can we step back and ponder,
See life from a wider view?
How can we become less blinded,
See our world and see it new?
Succumb not to final despond.
Succumb not to your despair.
Often there are some who see.
Often some preserve their care.
Tempered by reflective wisdom
Rage can calm when understood.
When we find another being
Who can withstand this Tiber’s flood.
Translated back from Latin to English it illustrates the problem of using a program to translate… especially when it is poetry.
The force is higher than anger
As the violence of the elemental
Annihilating all before it
Terror does not do anger.
This force, saying it threatens
Running protect rise
Catastrophic were extremely troubled
Rage detects enemy.
Sitting on the other,
Privat think
As a nuclear tsunami
A man playing Disconnectare
She blushed a vision, a focused, narrow;
His eyes locked onto the enemy
Every losing the wider context,
The highest good of our memories
As a nurse tiger fight,
Cornered and eagles;
Otherwise we will destroy what we have
Without tormented by bitter sorrow.
So to protect nature;
The perception is false.
At the same time it takes us to channel emotion
All thoughts seem too long
Later, if our victims
We know that we are straying
For hate us and others fraudulently
When he’s deepest fear exsertum charged with obstruction.
How foot and weigh,
See broader way of thinking?
What is less blinded
Hence we see our world to be able to by him anew?
Last pledged not to succumb
Not to succumb to black despair.
I always saw it.
They are always active.
Reflective tempered by wisdom
The anger of the change can be seen in the spiritual sense.
When we find some other entity
Which contains the last of all, of our doing frightful execution in the flood.
In old A & E
My husband had never looked less livid
As he died down in old A and E.
His colour was vivid
His hair was all withered
He cried,Where the hell do I be?
I said,you’re in bed with a lady
So I’ll arrange for a speedy divorce.
You’ll have to hurry,
If you wish to re-marry.
If needs be, I shall use polite force.
He winked at me solemn as Moses
After wandering the Sinai for years.
He said,Dear I love you
There’ no lady above you
Don’t spend too much on my hearse.
Would you like me to marry my lover?
He’s gone cold waiting out in the shed!
He said,don’t ask me for
My mood’s on a see -saw
Take whom you like when you wed.
But first give me a nice service
Sing Pie Jesu for me
Your voice is so sweet
It shall be my last treat.
Oh,Lord,how I deeply love thee.
I said that is very ambiguous
Do you love me or Jesu?
He said I love both
Yet I love God the most.
So there’s not very much I can do.
He imitated a dying philanderer.
.But alas it was only too real.
My hand on his nose
Almost gave up the ghost.
It froze and it stuck like a seal.
Oh,doctor can you separate us
For I am not yet quite dead?
My only concern
Is to take a short turn
As my boyfriend is alone in the shed.
You sinner,the doctor said to me
You committed adultery twice.
Well,I had to be kind
My boyfriend’s half blind.
Is that an excuse for my vice?
I didn’t want love in the garden
As we might have frightened a snail.
It’s not quite infidelity
To love a man gently
When your husband’s as dead as a nail.
Anyway,my heart is no longer alive,doc
In the shadow of death ,life is weak
I pretended to be wicked
As my husband often bickered
Diabetics make their carers feel bleak.
I see you were lost in fantasia,
While singing the psalms to your spouse.
I shall forgive you
No-one else lives like you.
You have often kept your wedding vows.
What do you mean saying often?
He’s the only man I’ve ever loved.
For his sense of humour
Cleared out all my gloomour
I called him my chicken,my dove.
The force of procreation is violent
And drives lonely women to bed.
God made us like this
As he made grass snakes hiss.
Upon hearing this the doc fled!
An interview with Joan Didion who loves Joseph Conrad
http://www.theparisreview.org/interviews/5601/the-art-of-nonfiction-no-1-joan-didion
This is worth reading when you have time
Livid from Merriam Webster
“As part of St. Paul Mayor Chris Coleman’s 2016 budget proposal, downtown meters that expire at 5 p.m. would continue to charge for parking until 10 p.m. Monday through Saturday…. Some downtown residents and business owners are livid.” — Frederick Melo, St. Paul (Minnesota) Pioneer Press, 15 Aug. 2015

The I of the needle
Each of us likes our own quiddity;
As it makes us unique,don’t you know?
And if we are felled by liquidity
We must be sure not to get drink up the snow.
Our fingerprints, our eyes and our shadows
Are not shared with anyone else.
So as we lie in the butter-cupped meadow
We must ensure we will never be false.
Quiddity’s a word that the toffs use
Anglo-Saxon is thought non de trop.
O Temper O Celtic O Flores.
Norman said he told me so.
Per ardua ad astra perggun tree
Eton men all speak in Greek.
So tell them to eff of if flumshee
The English sure know how to speak.
At dinner with folk from the Gunnament
Be sure to say ,eclectic’s inchoate.
But when you’re at home with your fundament..
Do keep your self esteem well afloat.
Why is the tongue of the Bible
Not something the rich like to speak?
Maybe the eye of that needle
Has made them more fluent in Greek.
Even the poor can have chutzpa
As they fry up a bagel in lard.
Oy vey, the Messiah is out there.
So give away on your new debit card.
Good Lord,God must speak Aramaic
Or Hebrew and/or HTML
For the commandments may be somewhat archaic;
But their translation has given us all hell.
Elementary

Vis altior est quam ira
Sicut impetus aquarum elementarium
Tum deleto posuerimus: ante illum
Terrorrem iram facit facere.
Huic agmini dicens se minatur
Currit consurgendi tueri
Exitiabili erant cum maxime perturbatus est
Savire hostis detergint.
Sedens super et cetera,
Privatio cogitare
Sicut a nucleareus tsunami
Disconnectare homo ludens
Rubet visionem, focussio, angusto;
Oculis clausa firmissime onto hostium
Omnis patentiorem contextuum amittendi,
Summum bonum nostrum memoriae
Tamquam si nutrix tigris pugnam,
Angulauerunt et aquilae vim;
Aliter nos destruximus quod fecimus
Absque amara cruciabuntur tristitia.
Adeo naturae protegere;
Perceptio tamen falsum.
Simule accipit alveo affectum nobis
Omnes cogitationes videtur nimium diu
Postea si nostrum victimas
Nos scimus quoniam translati sumus Errabant
Nam odium fraudulenter nobis et aliis
Cum intimis terrorem scriptor obstat exsertum obiectans.
Quomodo pedem et ponderare,
Vide latius ex sententia?
Quid enim minus excaecati
Unde videmus orbe nostro navibus posse denuo reformari?
Succumbere non ultima despondum
Succumbere non nigrum desperationem.
Semper autem videntes.
Semper sint curantibus.
Temperantur repercussa sapientia
Ira mutare potest in Sensuem spirituali intellectis.
Si cum superioribus reperiuntur alio ente
Qui continent nostri foedamque extremi diluvium.
Fool allowance
Today I got my winter fool allowance.I am amazed that the government openly admits it’s fooled us all for several years; made out the old are rolling in gold.That it’s the old who are to blame for zero hours contracts,child poverty,70 inch TV screens ,red trainers worn with business suits,and for finding out that I am from Saturn not Venus.Anyone else from Saturn,please leave contact details below
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Don’t forget to buy your Saturnine Dictionary.Only £999,000.I need the cash.
As Kingfishers Catch Fire BY GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS
Definition of “quiddity” in English
quiddity
Line breaks: quid|dity
quiddity
Line breaks: quid|dity
Origin
Late Middle English: from medieval Latin quidditas, from Latin quid ‘what’.
Words that rhyme with quiddity
acidity, acridity, aridity, avidity, cupidity, flaccidity, fluidity, frigidity, humidity, hybridity, insipidity, intrepidity, limpidity, liquidity, lividity, lucidity, morbidity, placidity, putridity, rabidity, rancidity, rapidity, rigidity, solidity, stolidity, stupidity, tepidity, timidity, torpidity, torridity, turgidity, validity, vapidity
- US English dictionary
noun (plural quiddities)
Origin
Late Middle English: from medieval Latin quidditas, from Latin quid ‘what’.
Words that rhyme with quiddity
acidity, acridity, aridity, avidity, cupidity, flaccidity, fluidity, frigidity, humidity, hybridity, insipidity, intrepidity, limpidity, liquidity, lividity, lucidity, morbidity, placidity, putridity, rabidity, rancidity, rapidity, rigidity, solidity, stolidity, stupidity, tepidity, timidity, torpidity, torridity, turgidity, validity, vapidity
- US English dictionary
Helped me
Vis a vis the Blackburn Muslims my newsagent who is a Muslim was one of the very few people who said I could call him night or day when my husband was dying.Whereas at the hospital there was no sign of the Chaplain.Though I asked them to contact such a person I forgot while I was attending in the valley of the shadow of death.And I think it was better; for one thing being in A and E. the cubicle was very small.And it also helped all the staff to hear me singing as it made a kind of cocoon in which we were hidden.Of course I didn’t know anyone else could hear me; as if I don’t believe I exist.