translation foolonthehill is apparently something we need since i can't seem to talk and you can't seem to care. everything is lost in the translation as my thoughts filter through the cold air. cold because its both of us. but thats not even true and my melodrama crumbles as it collides with your grinning indifference. i laugh at myself. i wish you were laughing at something i'd said. you think just like me, but not about this. we flow back and forth, running long wordless weeks whose silence means nothing to you. i assume you've forgotten forever, but is it only a few hapless seconds for you? we're friends again then and nothing was wrong. i smile and i hope. but the spell is broken and my vocal chords freeze in my throat as i stare at you breezing by and wish i could speak. and no one can translate the the thoughts i don't say. i want you to hear them and hope that you can't. 011105 ... whoknows never try to describe the way you feel about poetry because you will always loose something in the translation. i dont really agree with this. its just something someone once said to me. 011106 ... whoknows oops i mean lose... not loose 011106 ... SuicidalAngel Thatz true, why translate, just apply it to yourself and apreciate it. 011106 ... whoknows when she told me that, she wasnt speaking of written poetry that people read and analyze in a lit class. it felt like she was speaking of what you think or feel about another person, which is why i dont agree with that statement. even if you lose something in the translation, you should at least try. then the one you love (or hate i guess) will have some idea of how much they mean to you. important things go unsaid all too often. something that could have saved a relationship (romantic, friendly, whatever) isnt spoken. or maybe the relationship couldnt have been saved but you could have tried. but either way, things go bad and a lot of it is because you never talked to each other. 011107 ... sphinxradio i think, hope, that you never stopped caring, and i don't know what you're trying to say when you don't talk, or write letters, but you just assume i can read your mind. i think, know, that it's unlikely we're even on the same wavelength anymore. 011114 ... ClairE I wish I could read Neruda in the original. 011126 ... unhinged "you are so sweet; someday you will find someone; you really will" translation: "you're kind of nice but i don't want to have anything to do with you; just hang in there, someday you will find someone as pathetic as you" 020427 ... werewolf you don't have enough room for my words, i don't have enough for yours...we're going to have to discard some if we're going to house all these new ones 020428 ... yummychuckle translation: gdfsng geins giunr vyuskbhg geuilrdb gehj thats how i feel! a bunch of letters! whenever i feel soemthing, my mind disapears and I have no words. neirngilerbg eivbr grtbg bdufbg sx just something impossible to translate. 020428 ... eklektic the lyrics to "origin of love" in "hedwig and the angry inch" are a translation/adaption of plato's symposium 5: the speech of aristophanes. When the earth was still flat, And the clouds made of fire, And mountains stretched up to the sky, Sometimes higher, Folks roamed the earth Like big rolling kegs. They had two sets of arms. They had two sets of legs. They had two faces peering Out of one giant head So they could watch all around them As they talked while they read. And they never knew nothing of love. It was before the origin of love. The origin of love And there were three sexes then, One that looked like two men Glued up back to back, Called the children of the sun. And similar in shape and girth Were the children of the earth. They looked like two girls Rolled up in one. And the children of the moon Were like a fork shoved on a spoon. They were part sun, part earth Part daughter, part son. The origin of love Now the gods grew quite scared Of our strength and defiance And Thor said, "I'm gonna kill them all With my hammer, Like I killed the giants." And Zeus said, "No, You better let me Use my lightening like scissors, Like I cut the legs off the whales And dinosaurs into lizards." Then he grabbed up some bolts And he let out a laugh, Said, "I'll split them right down the middle. Gonna cut them right up in half." And then storm clouds gathered above Into great balls of fire And then fire shot down From the sky in bolts Like shining blades Of a knife. And it ripped Right through the flesh Of the children of the sun And the moon And the earth. And some Indian god Sewed the wound up into a hole, Pulled it round to our bellies To remind us of the price we pay. And Osiris and the gods of the Nile Gathered up a big storm To blow a hurricane, To scatter us away, In a flood of wind and rain, And a sea of tidal waves, To wash us all away, And if we don't behave They'll cut us down again And we'll be hopping round on one foot And looking through one eye. Last time I saw you We had just split in two. You were looking at me. I was looking at you. You had a way so familiar, But I could not recognize, Cause you had blood on your face; I had blood in my eyes. But I could swear by your expression That the pain down in your soul Was the same as the one down in mine. That's the pain, That cuts a straight line Down through the heart; We called it love. So we wrapped our arms around each other, Tried to shove ourselves back together. We were making love, Making love. It was a cold dark evening, Such a long time ago, When by the mighty hand of Jove, It was the sad story How we became Lonely two-legged creatures, It's the story of The origin of love. That's the origin of love. 020821 ... babelfish the happy flower smiles at the sun i love the glowing mornings lucky flower smile at the sun I loves the glowing mornings. the fortunate smile of the flower to the sun loves the mornings of it emitting light. the happy flower smiles in the love of sun i the mornings becoming incandescent the happy flower sorride in the love of the sun the mornings of it that become incandescent the lucky flower smiles in the love of the sun the mornings of it, which become white-hot the lucky flower smiles in the love of the sun the mornings of it, which become white-heats the lucky smile of the flower to the sun loves the mornings of her who emits the light. the fortunate smile of the flower to the sun loves it the mornings of it that the light emits. the lucky smile of the flower to the sun loves it the mornings from it that the light radiates. C? G? O? Z? XXDIV? '? K? ^? D? B 030711 what's it to you? who go blather from