WA2K Radio is now on the air

bermbits, the only rules that we have in our radio station involve loss of license by the FCC, and as you, they seem to be on vacation. <smile>

I wish it were possible for you to show that touching picture of the fireman and the doberman. That was so dear, my friend.

Raggedy, thanks again for your celeb updates. I think most of us recognize all of them. Didn't Buckminster Fuller create the geodesic dome? I particularly liked the lyrics to the omitted song. My my! how odd things can be, right listeners?

Francis, those lyrics are haunting. Are you telling again? <smile> Thank you, France.

No, Miss Letty, I just happen to like Pablo...

Well, Francis, I can certainly see why. You now owe us nineteen more.

Station break:

This is cyber space, WA2K radio.

Cuerpo de Mujer
Pablo Neruda


Cuerpo de mujer, blancas colinas, muslos blancos te pareces al mundo en tu actitud de entrega, Mi cuerpo de labriego salvaje te socava y hace saltar el hijo del fondo de la tierra.


Fui solo como un tunel. De mi huian los pajaros, y en mi la noche entraba su invasion poderosa. Para sobrevivirme te forje como un arma, como una flecha en mi arco, como una piedra en mi honda.


Pero cae la hora de la venganza, y te amo. Cuerpo de piel, de musgo, de leche avida y firme. Ah los vasos del pecho! Ah los ojos de la ausencia! Ah las rosas del pubis! Ah tu voz lenta y triste!


Cuerpo de mujer mia, persistire en tu gracia. Mi sed, mi ansia sin limite, mi camino indecio! Oscuros cauces donde la sed eterna sigue, y la fatiga sigue, y el dolor infinito.

Well, Angel. That's definitely NOT a telling poem. How about a translation, New York!

In the interim, An understatement by Thomas Hardy:




The Man he Killed a poem by Thomas Hardy



Had he and I but met
By some old ancient inn,
We should have set us down to wet
Right many a nipperkin!

But ranged as infantry,
And staring face to face,
I shot at him as he at me,
And killed him in his place.

I shot him dead because--
Because he was my foe,
Just so: my foe of course he was;
That's clear enough; although

He thought he'd 'list, perhaps,
Off-hand like--just as I--
Was out of work--had sold his traps--
No other reason why.

Yes; quaint and curious war is!
You shoot a fellow down
You'd treat, if met where any bar is,
Or help to half a crown.

Thought for Today: ``Man is not made for society, but society is made for man. No institution can be good which does not tend to improve the individual.'' - Margaret Fuller, American social reformer (1810-1850).



07/11/05 20:00

Hmmm, listeners. I am trying to decide if I should tell you all a funny that bermbits sent via the mail. I love it, so I'll try it later!

-peeks into the station- hello?

Neruda has a very simple yet profound quote (I can't find) dealing with the earth's (nature's?)weeping when a certain flower appears - that was my introduction to his works - it came from a much longer work, which I can't find - listeners?

Not my translation, but here it is Miss Letty.

"Body of a Woman"
By Pablo Neruda

Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs,
you look like a world, lying in surrender.
My rough peasant's body digs in you
and makes the son leap from the depth of the earth.

I was lone like a tunnel. The birds fled from me,
and nigh swamped me with its crushing invasion.
To survive myself I forged you like a weapon,
like an arrow in my bow, a stone in my sling.

But the hour of vengeance falls, and I love you.
Body of skin, of moss, of eager and firm milk.
Oh the goblets of the breast! Oh the eyes of absence!
Oh the roses of the pubis! Oh your voice, slow and sad!

Body of my woman, I will persist in your grace.
My thirst, my boudnless desire, my shifting road!
Dark river-beds where the eternal thirst flows
and weariness follows, and the infinite ache.

I do not agree on some of the words used in this translation. For example: stanza 1, line 1, I think it shoul read: white columns, white thighs. I'm just picky.

I do not have the time to translate, sorry.




      

Seed, Welcome back, honey. Now tell us where you have been and what you are doing. We have missed you here.

bermbits, You will have to rely on Francis and Angelique, I'm afraid, as that was my first introduction to Neruda.

So That You Will Hear Me
Pablo Neruda

So that you will hear me
my words
sometimes grow thin
as the tracks of the gulls on the beaches.

Necklace, drunken bell
for your hands smooth as grapes.

And I watch my words from a long way off.
They are more yours than mine.
They climb on my old suffering like ivy.

It climbs the same way on damp walls.
You are to blame for this cruel sport.
They are fleeing from my dark lair.
You fill everything, you fill everything.

Before you they peopled the solitude that you occupy,
and they are more used to my sadness than you are.

Now I want them to say what I want to say to you
to make you hear as I want you to hear me.

The wind of anguish still hauls on them as usual.
Sometimes hurricanes of dreams still knock them over.
You listen to other voices in my painful voice.

Lament of old mouths, blood of old supplications.
Love me, companion. Don't forsake me. Follow me.
Follow me, companion, on this wave of anguish.

But my words become stained with your love.
You occupy everything, you occupy everything.

I am making them into an endless necklace
for your white hands, smooth as grapes.

Ah, Angelique, that was a beautiful piece--The body of a Woman. And in addition, the white sands and lovely "So That you Will Hear Me".

I hear 'ya, gal.

Well, I must eat now, but I shall return with a Fleetwood Mac song, if I can find it, folks

Realism, Surrealism, Socialist Realism and Neruda's "Guided Spontaneity"
Greg Dawes

http://clogic.eserver.org/2003/dawes.html

I'm late, late, for a very important date! Later

Bermbits - Perhaps this :

"You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming."

Sorry, no; we'll know it when we see it.

I found it! I used to use it as a signature to e-mails, but I got too many questions about what it meant (peasants!).

I went back through old e-mails and found it back in early '04.

"Why does the earth grieve when the violets appear?

Book of Questions XIV

And what did the rubies say
standing before the juice of pomegranates?

Why doesn't Thursday talk itself
into coming after Friday?

Who shouted with glee
when the color blue was born?

Why does the earth grieve
when the violets appear?

PABLO NERUDA

More:

Tell me, is the rose naked
or is that her only dress?

Why do trees conceal
the splendor of their roots?

Who hears the regrets
of the thieving automobile?

Is there anything in the world sadder
than a train standing in the rain?

i like that very much bermbits



i have a very somber and deairy picture in my mind of that image...

Well, listeners. Isn't it marvelous? bermbits and Francis have hit it off from the onset. Lovely, "Why does the earth grieve when violets are born."

Couldn't find the song that I wanted from Raggedy's birthday girl, Christine, so this will have to do:

Fleetwood Mac Lyrics

Fleetwood Mac -
You Make Loving Fun Lyrics

Written by Christine McVie.


Sweet wonderful you,
You make me happy with the things you do,
Oh, can it be so,
This feeling follows me wherever I go.

I never did believe in miracles,
But I've a feeling it's time to try.
I never did believe in the ways of magic,
But I'm beginning to wonder why.

Don't, don't break the spell,
It would be different and you know it will,
You, you make loving fun,
And I don't have to tell you you're the only one.

You make loving fun.
You make loving fun.

Speaking of "lovin'" , folks.

Complete this slogan:

Nothing says lovin' like something from the oven and ________says it best.

Really, I had a biscuit brunch that that even Grandma can't touch.

er, make that one "that"

Seed, don't be somber and dreary. Just find yourself somebody to love, honey.

See? Now you have that off your chest.