Globalisation, or, Chaos In Any Language...

I could try and keep a straight face, and pretend that the following is the result of hours of meditation and transcendental thought resulting in a fine-tuned understanding of the greatest moments of my life. Alternatively, I could agree with the theories of certain people who have suggested I am not quite in my normal state (read:"sober") when I post to this site. But no, the following is not-quite-a-parody-but-coming-pretty-damn-close, which I am proud to say was constructed by my environmentally-friendly attempts to recycle portions of my plain spoken prose (read:"that stuff most people can follow"). How is this done, you ask...?

Has anyone popped in to Engrish.com lately? A celebration of understandable but usually unbelievable uses of the English language in non-English speaking countries (mostly Japan). Having spent a good deal of my life (um, a third?) learning, absorbing, and eventually being able to sit through whole films and novels in French I know that literal translations are *always* funny, until you learn to accept them as part of the language and forget what strange roots lie beneath them (Have you heard about French potatoes? They're the apples of the earth!). Anyway, I like Engrish, I like playing with language, I like discovering hidden gems in what seems to be the everyday (OK! OK! So I support deconstruction!!). And I like online translation services, which are never right at the best of times, so what better purpose to put them to than having previous Chaos entries translated, translated back into English, pilfered, rearranged a little, and rebuilt into what is either existential poetry or complete and utter balderdash? And if you have doubts about any part of this work, think for a moment about whether anyone, even me, could just think up this sort of crazy stuff??

In the Oscillation

She was one late beautiful sun -
it was into my head to creep
and by my eyes to see -
and I caught on to a Song, to be written many month before.
So everything (which is I) lay back, and notes,
Are you much better as my plans?

"You" does not mean entrance here, with fantasy moistening my thoughts, with drowning dreams.
Was I too insubstantial for bare words?

Somewhere, where real people examine and cross the lines,
realistic development is a defective concept beyond the energy of the most powerful feather.
In order to store the unknown lives
the faces on the bus, a life trusted vaguely,
I feel, in the oscillation, that I am aiming to realize the unattainable one.

Extinguished in my own small world, I may watch out;
both descriptions are an amused small piece,
a system of that thing-I-pot-often-from-this-it-meets....

He is like a patio for the whole one side of the city -
the person who communicates to you
the arrest of the bus that has never even known your name.
I feel, in the oscillation,
that my second-more bad accident was caused by an Earth-bolt in a track...

Until they do not speak, they are one disowned amount;
feeling all their points of sight,
their families, friends, acquaintances disowned, like the confetti.

And finally, the only person who will never re-enter in the distance of you,
is same you,
to scream.

Plus It Was Worth It For The Innuendo...

I tried to resist posting these, but I can't. They're too good to keep to myself...

Originally, I said:
"It pays to be nice to people; if I pass someone walking along the track,
it's almost guaranteed I will meet them when I turn to go back in the other direction."

Apparently, I meant:
"It pays to be pleasant to populate; if passage to which it walks throughout the track,
almost is guaranteed that I will satisfy them when I give return to enter the other direction behind."

Now let's get this straight : I am not that kind of girl!

And...

Originally, I said:
"You may pass appreciated yet quietly through the lives of your closest friends."

Apparently, I meant:
"You can pass calmly appreciated however with the screw of your nearer friends."

At least we're not talking about total strangers, I suppose...

:o

yes, life is indeed ridiculous...

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