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Duellem (The Duel)
by Charles Baudelaire
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Two combatants charged! Their fearsome swords
brightened the air with fiery sparks and blood.
Their clashing blades clinked odd serenades,
reminding us: youth's inspired by overloud love.
But now their blades lie broken, like our hearts!
Still, our savage teeth and talon-like fingernails
can do more damage than the deadliest sword
when lovers lash about with such natural flails.
In a deep ravine haunted by lynxes and panthers,
our heroes roll around in a cozy embrace,
leaving their blood to redden the colorless branches.
This abyss is pure hell; our friends occupy the place.
Come, let us roll likewise here, cruel Amazon,
let our hatred’s ardor NEVER be over and done!
Invitation to the Voyage
by Charles Baudelaire
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
My child, my sister,
Consider the rapture
Of living together!
To love at our leisure
Till the end of all pleasure,
Then in climes so alike you, to die!
The misty sunlight
Of these hazy skies
Charms my spirit:
So mysterious
Your treacherous eyes,
Shining through tears.
There, order and restraint redress
Opulence, voluptuousness.
Gleaming furniture
Burnished by the years
Would decorate our bedroom
Where the rarest flowers
Mingle their fragrances
With vague scents of amber.
The sumptuous ceilings,
The limpid mirrors,
The Oriental ornaments …
Everything would speak
To our secretive souls
In their own indigenous language.
There, order and restraint redress
Opulence, voluptuousness.
See, rocking on these channels:
The sleepy vessels
Whose vagabond dream
Is to satisfy
Your merest desire.
They come from the ends of the world:
These radiant suns
Illuminating fields,
Canals, the entire city,
In hyacinth and gold.
The world falls asleep
In their warming light.
There, order and restraint redress
Opulence, voluptuousness.
With every extra inch into darker depths
Wherein lean lot's venomous fang bites,
I brave worse pains and stings that rise
Past all steel into hitherto unfelt heights.
Every fresh day calls exacerbated fears
That trim stouter hope and fuller cheers,
Dealing fatal blows to potent prospects;
Fogging mirrors whereon all life reflects.
Even while I deem the battle finally won,
Still I meet emboldened missiles hurled
Onto the assumed triumphant champ;
Stilling his flying flag and grinning gun.
All past winnings turn to neutered starts,
In this ceaseless racing to a shifting line;
No first milestones earned via iron guts,
Ever long stand as an encouraging sign.
End-lines alter and time hops backward,
As I duel against Fate's nine-lifed sword.
Inhibitions won't be sealed
when alcohol starts to reveal
Your deeply hidden desires
I need to put out the fires
Your strong drink is finally causing
Please eat something to start pausing
The effects of your choice
You wont listen to a voice
Of reason that is just trying
To keep you from slowly dying
A special friend I knew went down
The wrong path--they never found
Their way out of this despair
Too stubborn to even hear
I know exactly where their headed
Because their consumption led
To a fateful and dark night
I can not repeat the fright
With another reckless friend
Do not let this be the end
Take a moment--slow it down
One more friend laid in the ground
Is more than my heart can take
Do not put your life at stake
By being a dumb a-- fool
I'm about to fight and duel
Grabbing that drink right off you
Look at me and get a clue
Come on lets get out of here
Driving you home I will take care
To make sure you are alright
In your bed you will sleep tight
Tomorrow will be a new day
Sticking by you at AA
I make sure your better
My friendship will help you weather
Any storm that you will face
I'll be the rock that you can brace
If you start to fall and stumble
My caring heart will keep you humble
Twas a dark knight,
whence there came a pawn the hushed crowded movie house
A phantom of horror sprung out of the rookery that wrought deadly havoc
Renting asunder innocent audience members
Anticipating Batman annihilate evil within Manichean eternal duel
Extant within imaginary world of Gotham portrayed on the silver screen
When out of the black curtained theater tear gas canisters got hurled pell mell
Accompanied by a fusillade of heavy machine gun fire
Sheering many lives
Many in the prime ascent sans parabola of adulthood
The youngest, a six-year-old girl transformed into an ashen colored corpse
Which death yet revealed to her young mother
Critically wounded, and clamoring for said daughter
While teetering on the brink of mortality
Oblivious to stricken offspring
While family, friends, relatives and anonymous prayers
And this heartfelt genuine communiqué
From me – a self styled nonestablishmentarian
Gung-ho to invoke a mandate that high powered fire-arms
Must be much less accessible
I.e. bulletproof laws need implementation pronto
So inhabitants of these United States do not fear for their lives
Nor feel akin to a potential prey sighted in the crosshairs
Wantonly gunned down from some grinning joker
Slaking glee from mass killing as to appease unquenchable thirst
To avenge some psychotic nemesis gloating to slay
With a vengeance and contrived vendetta
Promulgating pandemonium and grisly bloody aftermath
Yet despite such horrific heinous atrocity
Bravery and sacrifice witnessed and extolled
From heroic instinctual motive to offer themselves as human shield
So that carnage less devastating than toll on madman’s hit list
Now in solitary confinement and even if executed
Would be a Pyrrhic salve to those forever deprived of loved ones
Burning with an eternal sorrow no matter
Generosity of cyber sympathizers across World Wide Web
Plus the president of these United States
Reach out showering kindness analogous to Borealis raiment!
Form:
Figure it factual,
the gingham dog and the calico cat
did NOT eat each other up like the Dutch clock told the story.
Because of loud snoring,
Old Dutch clock had stuffed cotton in his ears;
and the Chinese plate? sound asleep on a warm rock by the fire.
What really happened?
In the evening when the logs were first lit,
the moon shone brightly through the windows with a strange orange glow.
Out from the flaming wood
crawled a cricket. Bewitched by the moon's light,
he hypnotized both dog and cat, leading them into the sky.
famed field of fantasy -
Eugene Field's inspiration, The Duel
my own Figment of Fabrication – an astro-abduction
“Dark Train”
minds
speaking
in lost tongues
shadows
standing
on the platform
lower vibration
passes
The Stations
dark train
waiting for
abandonation
“unrest is in the soul
we don’t move our bodies
anymore”…
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
“Darkseid”/Grimes ft Pan
https://youtu.be/U3oyTuik0Hg
"I can still function but I can’t take out
The broken part inside my brain.
If I turn my face up to the light, you can see
That my lips are covered
With the messy finger prints of ghosts
As they are trying to open my jaw wildly,
Because they think I can issue an amnesty for them.
But they turn out to be distracted and fascinated..."
"Someone take these dreams away
That point me to another day
A duel of personalities
That stretch all true realities"
"Tongues, then,
are a sign,
not for believers
but for unbelievers;
prophecy, however,
is not for unbelievers
but for believers"
LYRICS
https://lyricstranslate.com/en/darkseid-darkseid.html-0
LYRICS
https://genius.com/Nine-inch-nails-dead-souls-lyrics
Trigger
Beyond Blue.
https://www.beyondblue.org.au/
Crisis Lines.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_suicide_crisis_lines
Depression/Genetics
https://med.stanford.edu/depressiongenetics/mddandgenes.html
"The Way of the Sorrows" Stations
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stations_of_the_Cross
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Speaking_in_tongues
Acts 2,1 Corinthians 12
The Last Days
Acts 2:17 NIV
1 Cor 14:22 NIV
Sometimes the Cities
Sometimes cities split apart in their sleep like amoebas dreaming beneath a wax moon,
some taking the shape of a glass lung, others of a blind ship,
while two wingless angels, stretched out on the ashes of spent time,
plot with a child's tools and spells forgotten by old witches
impossible cathedrals, towers grown from the bones of long-dead fish.
On the endless shore of night the fangs of a smoke-wolf glint, ready to bite the moon,
a herd of pregnant shadows grazes among rocks salty as a tear,
small shells hang from phosphorescent seaweed, like wedding rings lost by the drowned,
and the herd of shadows carries in its womb another herd, lilac as an old bruise,
overturned, yet still thirsting for liquid pastures, icy pastures, pastures of sky.
Waterfalls of grass tumble into the black ocean like locks of hair torn from the world's temple,
magnificent remedies for the fever that keeps our flesh awake in the deepest sleep,
and the virus, patient as a monk forgotten at the monastery gate,
waits for the moment to enter the shadowed, soft intestine of the city, elastic as an old prayer.
Beneath brotherly chandeliers, among quartz mirrors frozen in their own light,
the meanders blackened by the sawdust of water sing their endless litany,
there where day and night a giant drum of double monkey-hide keeps pounding,
and its echo spreads through the veins like a root that can't find its ground.
While the two wingless angels, stretched out on the ashes of spent time,
plot, with tools of their own, the terrible duel of eternal rent,
after which the cities will split apart again in their sleep, like dreaming amoebas,
taking shapes that no one, ever, could have imagined.
How I peer at piano's lifeless plate,
And crave, covet to be that plucky piece
Which, silken soft her fingers gets to kiss,
Now dancing sprightly, now at gentle gait,
Whilst my lips starve, and eyes left but to stare,
To wait for once in lifetime blue-moon chance,
A flitting hope to steal a furtive glance
At gutsy keys I can’t but grin and bear.
O plucky keys, my bugbear and black beast,
Pray, seldom can I paint my attitude
Fair, a duel of hound and hare the least—
That, life-less wood so crude should prove so good.
So, let that wood blush O in rosy bliss
To have kissed fingers, if I can the lips.
__________________________________________
Sonnet |15.11.2008| kiss, envy
Poet’s note: This piece draws no mean inspiration from Shakespeare's Sonnet 128. Let imitation at best be still an imitation, but it is my way of paying tribute to the bard. An attempt that falls short of the bard’s subtlety in painting the scene.
Hamilton's face is on the ten dollar bill
Vice President Burr killed him in a duel
What if they solved things like that today
The office would always be up for renewal
Over 5 billion crayons are made each year
Methinks governments buy most of them
Peter the Great taxed people who wore a beard
Tax doubled if they were other than men
Diamonds will break if hit with a hammer
Here's a solution if you allow me to add
Thrash 'em with wet noodles if you so desire
Though their brilliance may diminish a tad
Bet you didn't know that Antpitta Ridgleys
Are most definitely the strangest of birds
They walk around wobbly on stilt like legs
And bark like a dog, that's absurd
365 languages are spoken in Indonesia
That's one for every day of the year
An archipelago that's larger than any other
Never lied to you before, have no fear
First bomb dropped on Berlin in the war
Killed the only elephant in the Berlin zoo
Half of the world has seen an 007 movie
It's very hard to believe but it's true
Fresh eggs sink in water, stale ones won't
Try it, you can tell if they're fresh
Drop them in cold water and check 'em out
Chuck the yucky ones out, I suggest
People live,
and people die.
We're all human,
so why do innocent the fry?
Innocent people die,
day after day.
While the killers run loose,
and inside we pray.
We're even afraid,
to go to school.
Cause of all the killings,
and the kids that duel.
We are taught to be kind,
and to tell the truth.
But no-one believes us,
unless we have proof.
What reasons do they have,
to just go and kill?
They're people too,
who love and feel.
There must have been something,
in their lives to go wrong.
Cause the Trenchcoat Mafia,
wasn't a movie or song.
How long can we take this,
how much blood will be shed?
Think of all the hate in them,
and the words that were said.
What about all of,
the poor lost souls?
Their family's lives,
will never be whole.
Adults must stop and listen,
to the childrens plea.
Stop these mass killings,
so we're not scared to run free.
We don’t want to hide,
we don't want to run.
Now let us pray a moment,
for the lost souls of Littleton.
DEDICATED TO: The people that died in the Littleton Massacre and their families.
Written: April 30, 1999