Babelfishing Poetry: "On The Road To Kafr El-Dawwar"
Babelfishing Poetry: "On The Road To Kafr El-Dawwar"
Hello all! So nice to see you. Come in and have a look around -- the kettle is on, make yourself a cup of tea or coffee and make yourself comfortable. I have just completed an overnight sleep study at Stanford's Sleep Medicine clinic, to see if they can figure out why I haven't had refreshing sleep in a very long time (possibly sleep apnea, possibly something else going on) and maybe shed some light on my mysterious daytime "graying-out" events. Somehow I was able to sleep almost normally in spite of a billion wires and sensors attached all over me and several pounds of hardware strapped around my torso.
It will be at least 3 more weeks before I will know anything further. So to while away the time, let's enjoy some Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, shake up the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's song, from Siouxsie and the Banshees, is "Kiss Them For Me" (watch Siouxsie's video here, or listen to indie rockers School of Seven Bells' cover here, or listen to singer-songwriter Anna Nalick's version here). Enjoy.
On The Road To Kafr El-Dawwar
Bright and shiny,
Royal Tulip luxury blind.
Bags and cars.
The most beautiful
regret the inconvenience.
Who has access to the party?
Ringtones, lost endocentric voices,
give back.
Or, perhaps, perhaps, or none at all times.
I'm not gonna let you.
Quiet clean light,
powder incense.
Italian city sculptures, hot from the carving.
The center of beauty, sitting.
Kiss, postponed.
My kiss, the second half.
On the road to Kafr El-dawwar,
a shower of stars hit the monitor,
shimmered, striking 10
quality lightweight black lanterns.
Snout.
Thrust.
My snout,
completion.
.
Hello all! So nice to see you. Come in and have a look around -- the kettle is on, make yourself a cup of tea or coffee and make yourself comfortable. I have just completed an overnight sleep study at Stanford's Sleep Medicine clinic, to see if they can figure out why I haven't had refreshing sleep in a very long time (possibly sleep apnea, possibly something else going on) and maybe shed some light on my mysterious daytime "graying-out" events. Somehow I was able to sleep almost normally in spite of a billion wires and sensors attached all over me and several pounds of hardware strapped around my torso.
It will be at least 3 more weeks before I will know anything further. So to while away the time, let's enjoy some Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, shake up the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's song, from Siouxsie and the Banshees, is "Kiss Them For Me" (watch Siouxsie's video here, or listen to indie rockers School of Seven Bells' cover here, or listen to singer-songwriter Anna Nalick's version here). Enjoy.
On The Road To Kafr El-Dawwar
Bright and shiny,
Royal Tulip luxury blind.
Bags and cars.
The most beautiful
regret the inconvenience.
Who has access to the party?
Ringtones, lost endocentric voices,
give back.
Or, perhaps, perhaps, or none at all times.
I'm not gonna let you.
Quiet clean light,
powder incense.
Italian city sculptures, hot from the carving.
The center of beauty, sitting.
Kiss, postponed.
My kiss, the second half.
On the road to Kafr El-dawwar,
a shower of stars hit the monitor,
shimmered, striking 10
quality lightweight black lanterns.
Snout.
Thrust.
My snout,
completion.
.