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To je teď celá moudrost moje

…from the quills of the dead white poets František Gellner (1881 -1914) To je teď celá moudrost moje: Milovat hlučnou vřavu boje, za noci vnikat do snů žen a trochu býti zadlužen, pískat si, jak mi zobák narost, vínem si … Continue reading

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The Voice of the Rain

…from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892) And who art thou? said I to the soft-falling shower, Which, strange to tell, gave me an answer, as here translated: I am the Poem of Earth, … Continue reading

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The Power of the Dog

…from the quills of the dead white poets Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936) There is sorrow enough in the natural way From men and women to fill our day; And when we are certain of sorrow in store, Why do … Continue reading

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Quicksand years

…from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892) Quicksand years that whirl me I know not wither, Your schemes, politics, fail, lines give way, substances mock and elude me, Only the theme I sing, the … Continue reading

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Rozhovor

…from the quills of the dead white poets František Gellner (1881 -1914) Co zvolils, lepší není to díl. Hleď: Krása ženy, zázrak, který se narodil z mořské pěny! Krev žhne, a ruce se hledají jak ve snách. – Vidím. – … Continue reading

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Australia Day tomorrow

 “Australians are being encouraged to sing the national anthem together at noon on Australia Day as part of a new campaign. The National Australia Day Council (NADC) wants the nation to stop and join a swell of voices singing Advance … Continue reading

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Ballad Against the Enemies of France

…from the quills of the dead white poets Francois Villon (1431 – 1463) May he fall in with beasts that scatter fire, Like Jason, when he sought the fleece of gold, Or change from man to beast three years entire, … Continue reading

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Let’s hope it’s not too late

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Balada pro každý den

…from the quills of the dead white poets František Gellner (1881 -1914) Dlouhý žal a krátký den jidášsky zří do oken. Tisíc lží jsem slyšeli, podlostí sto viděli – mlčíme a pohrdáme. Bledé ticho kolem nás. Přítel dýchá, přítel zhas. … Continue reading

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The Valley of Unrest

…from the quills of the dead white poets Edgar Allan Poe (1809 – 1849) Once it smiled a silent dell Where the people did not dwell; They had gone unto the wars, Trusting to the mild-eyed stars, Nightly, from their … Continue reading

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Prosinec

…from the quills of the dead white poets Fráňa Šrámek (1877 -1952) Po sněhu půjdu čistém, bílém, hru v srdci zvonkovou. Vánoční země je mým cílem. Až hvězdy vyplovou, tu budu blízko již. A bude ještě blíž, až lesní půjdu … Continue reading

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When I Read the Book

…from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892) When I read the book, the biography famous, And is this then (said I) what the author calls a man’s life? (As if any man really knew … Continue reading

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Píseň

…from the quills of the dead white poets František Gellner (1881 -1914) Vím, skepse má je příliš tvrdá a mysl má je příliš hrdá, a výsměch zlý a rouhavý extáze moje otráví. Rád v noci bdím a ve dne dřímám … Continue reading

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The spirits of the Dead

…from the quills of the dead white poets Edgar Allan Poe (1809 – 1849) Thy soul shall find itself alone ‘Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone; Not one, of all the crowd, to pry Into thine hour of secrecy. … Continue reading

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Another witch hunt

…from the quill of Antisthenes the Younger I have written on many occasions about academia and the sorry state it finds itself in. [Eg. February 2012 / Fog of Chaos – Universal madness]. Not all academics are spineless, venal charlatans, … Continue reading

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Let somebody else rest …

…from the quills of the dead white poets Anna Akhmatova (1889 – 1966) Let somebody else rest by southern sea, Enjoying the paradise land, It’s northerly here, and fall of this year, I chose to be my girl-friend. I’ve carried … Continue reading

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The Base of All Metaphysics

…from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)   And now gentlemen, A word I give to remain in your memories and minds, As base and finalè too for all metaphysics. (So to the students … Continue reading

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Už se mi k smrti protiví

…from the quills of the dead white poets František Gellner (1881 -1914) Už se mi k smrti protiví ve svých citech se nimrat. Už se mi k smrti protiví bolestí svou se šimrat. Nejlépe bylo by přetrhnout všechna pouta a … Continue reading

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Ages and Ages Returning at Intervals

…from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892) Ages and ages returning at intervals, Undestroy’d, wandering immortal, Lusty, phallic, with potent original loins, perfectly sweet, I, chanter of Adamic songs, Through the new garden the … Continue reading

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Spring

…from the quills of the dead white poets James Thomson (1700-1748) From the moist meadow to the wither’d hill, Led by the breeze, the vivid verdure runs, And swells, and deepens, to the cherish’d eye. The hawthorn whitens; and the … Continue reading

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