The Day & Night Cafe, No. 4

Life, as a fake, translated…

After Sipping Up that Final Sip of Café Vienna, I’d Gotten Up

Decided to Take the Trains Southbound to Vienna in the Night, He, Who’s Japanese-German

Fluent in German, Recalled How His People Were Defeated in World War II

Life was Like an Auction, with the Highest Bidders Winning

like this???  Not my photograph…

And, After the War, Those Who’d Made the Low Bids Dropped out One by One

The Two Still Standing, Fighting to Win;

The Auctions of Love is Full of Dangers

The Auctioneers can Only Laugh & Make Fun of Themselves

And, There May be, Falsified Love Here as Well

We Needed to Wait Until the Show’s Over to Know the Truth

Understanding, How Every Move is Hinting at Something Else

Like a Kiss, that was, a Kiss Goodbye

A Hug, for the Final Last Time

which one is the real me, I’m totally confused here!  Not my photograph…

That Keyring of Happiness, is a Memorabilia

Continuous, the Beginning is the End, the End, Beginning

But, I Couldn’t Get at, that Tear I’d, Wiped Off My Cheeks

From that Bath I’d Taken Before

Pushing the Doors Outward, Feeling the Fourth & Fifth Spinal Column Ache Lightly

Was Virgil, Was Aldermann, Elderly?

Must be, Confused with the Time then?  Everyone Was Once Young & Pretty

The Young Lovers, Flew Away Together, But it Never Lasts, He’d Insisted

the distorted versions of the self, not my artwork…

That Giving Up is Not Giving in, She Does, Love Him, Just Couldn’t, be with Him Forever

Turned Out, that Was, Their Last Time, Especially, Arousing, Especially, Sexual

He’d Walked Toward the Crowd in the Clock Tower, Fully Dressed

The Fakes Looked Good on the Outside, and Only He Knew, His Own, Worthlessness

Afterwards, there Shall be, No Clocks, No Way to Tell Time

Nobody Shall, Ever Know, Nothing Had, Happened Here

So, this, is someone’s realizations, that everything s/he desired, was absolutely, NOTHING of importance, and, instead of changing the ways, changing one’s own behaviors, this character just, keeps on living, in the untrue forms of himself…

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Thoughts on Poetry

The life that poetry takes and gives back, translated…

It’s shocking, the process a boa constrictor feeds.  The boa constrictor’s methods of wrapping its body around its prey, and, swallowing the prey whole, it had that deadly, bloodless sort of swiftness, that steadiness, that precision, to it.

It’s a wonder, that in the sculptures of Ancient Roman times, there would often be a python, wrapped around a man, or an animal.  The most famous, was the Laocoon Group—he and his two sons were strangulated to death by a python, the desperation, their fight for life, it’s, shocking to see, you will never forget it.the statue that the writer is talking about…photo from online

But the serpent in Greek mythology is a symbol for life, and the Greek god of medicine, Asclepius had a staff with a serpent around it in his hand.  The modern day man’s interpretations of it, is that snakes shed skins, and believed it to be, a symbol of rebirth.

A living organism that’s life and death at the same time.  It’d reminded me of poetry.  Poets were wrapped around, and strangled to death by the poems, and, they’re able, to gain a brand new life from their work at the same time.

So, this is a philosophical approach to see poetry, isn’t it?  Based off of this, poetry is something that takes and gives, it takes the life out of the poets trying to write it, and, it also gives the poets a way, of expressing themselves in their own choosing too.

Thoughts on Poetry

Translated…

Thinking it over: Why do I write poetry?  Instead of articles, essays, or novels.

I’d gotten the advice from more than one person: being a physician, look at the writer, Wen-Yong Hou.  Meaning, that I should be living it easy, why was I, giving my self a hard time in life.

And I’m a man, without a theory, and I couldn’t answer that, I’d only, gotten into the surfaces, and found, that the principles of art, is having the exact format and content.  And humans (the creators) need to have that flair about them first and foremost, so, it’s the styles of writing that determines, the prose.  And, the proses made the formats come into being, and so, the three needs to be, related in a sense.

And, as I involved myself in the literary realm, I’d found that, there are, a lot of inconsistencies between these three vital values.

Buddha lifted his head up towards the skies at night, and, witnessed a bright star, and gotten enlightened by it—what sort of a form does the universe at night have?  What contents does it behold?  What, format is it in?

What can I do?  Poems are, the only way, I can get, closer to the universe………

So, you write, because that, is what you do, there’s no need to describe it to anybody else, just because the outside world doesn’t see the purpose behind what you’re doing, that doesn’t mean, that you’re NOT doing something meaningful, you’re doing something meaningful to you, and that, is what matters the most!

On What it Took, to Write Creatively…

Days and weeks and years and months and burning wheels and those moments when it all gets too much and there’s nothing to be done but drown my sorrows but then as one word follows the next I’m back once again and in control of all things. Yeah I’m a bum and yeah I’m […]

via Your Theme — S. K. Nicholas

On What it Took, to Write Creatively…

Days and weeks and years and months and burning wheels and those moments when it all gets too much and there’s nothing to be done but drown my sorrows but then as one word follows the next I’m back once again and in control of all things. Yeah I’m a bum and yeah I’m […]

via Your Theme — S. K. Nicholas

The Wind and Love, a Poem

The similarities between the wind and love, both intangible, and what else???  Translated…

The Wind is, Shapeless

But We Can Still See its Whereabouts

The Leisurely Flowing Cloud

unless you’re paying attention, you will miss it, like the wind through the plains…not my photo…

The Slightly Trembling Grasses and Flowers

Those Shaken Up Trees

Or Those Street Signs Floating in Mid-Air

Love is Also, Shapeless Too

But We Clearly Know that it Exists

The Meowing of Kittens

Art Anime Love Wallpaper Picture Wallpaperlove is, physically, expressed…not my anime…

The Tail of the Puppies, Wagging

The Children’s Bright Laughter

The Kind Hello from the Neighbors

That Gaze of Kindness from an Unknown Stranger

Especially

The Heart Beating Fast & Slow of Our Lovers

So, love IS like the wind, both unseen, but are both felt, and, the poet used vivid imageries to help the reader see these ordinary things in life we normally don’t pay that much attention to…

Weather Forecast, a Poem

From a Chinese poetry blog I’m subscribed to, translated by me…

On the Sunny Days of the Seasons of the Rain

The Flood in the City is Slowly, Evaporating

it isn’at always going to be sunny always, there are going to be chances of rain too!  diagram from online…

People Brought Out All Their Clothes, Placed Them Underneath the Scorching Sun

The Sweat Stabilized on the Naked Bodies

The Arguments of Yesterday, Nothing More than But a Memory

In the Dampened & Heated Afternoons, the Gnats Laid Their Eggs in the Waters

We’d Heard the Noises of Tomorrow Today

here, you have a wide variety of possible weather conditions, just like the moods of humans too…not my pictures…

Drained Dry that Flesh Blood of Tomorrow Too

The Downpour Forecasted for Tomorrow

Said, that We’re Still Not Quite, Completely

in Love with Each Other

So, this would be the forecast of someone’s love in the future, you are involved in the unclear boundaries of love, still quite uncertain, if this thing will develop any further, or if this is as far as it goes, and, there’s, NO way of predicting any of it, because, all of that is in the future, and you’re currently, NOT in the future yet.