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The Azure Sea of an alien tongue

me_abandoned

 

The Azure Sea of an alien tongue
Lures the perpetual orphan in me
Me who had never been happy or young
Always suppressed and never free
One who is always betrayed and abused
One who’s been abandoned, alone
One, never loved, and one, always used
I have so aged but alas never grown
Never grown up, still a parentless child
Never content and never at peace
It would be so nice to be gone in the wild
Just to be gone, disappear and cease.

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Happy Victory Day – May 9, 2022

С Днем Победы - 9 мая, 2022 - Санкт-Петербург

Happy Victory Day – May 9, 2022

We wish all of you very a Happy Victory Day.

The Nazi Germany, the predecessor of today’s European Union and of the transatlantic Fourth Reich was soundly defeated and its signed unconditional surrender in May 1945. And there should be no doubt that its’ today’s heirs and descendants, their sponsors and supporters, will be defeated and some just destroyed, smashed, and done away with for good, as well.

 

Happy Victory Day – May 9, 2022

Victory Day fireworks today on May 9, 2022, in St. Petersburg. I took the photograph, so the copyright is by Fledermaus(i).

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Erotic comics by Hanz Kovacq, porn comic books by known illustrators – continued

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Hilda, the BSDM and bondage vintage adult illustrations by Hanz Kovacq (Bernard Dufossé). Fair Use   .

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Hitler, a poem about Hitler

Remember Hitler? Poem

Hitler

by Fledermaus

Remember Hitler?
Redeeming and inspiring.
He brought pure hopes of
Christendom resurrected
The good cause lost. So funny.
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Asparagus – A Tanka Poem

Asparagus - A Tanka Poem

Asparagus – A Tanka Poem

by Fledermaus

My Asparagus
It is so juicy and soft.
Its shameless stalks stalk
Oh, indolent delicacies
Devour them to feel happy
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Missile – A Tanka Poem

Missile - A Tanka Poem

Missile – A Tanka Poem

by Fledermaus

I fear my Missile
It is so blazing and fast.
To make a kaboom
With augmented winglets flies
When it laughs I feel frightened
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The Language of William Dunbar

The Language of William Dunbar
The Language of William Dunbar. We don’t know how William Dunbar really looked like. We don’t even know when he died)

The Language of William Dunbar

Maybe I should have titled this English of William of Dunbar or William Dunbar’s English, but I haven’t —  because I am unsure what exactly is the language in which William Dunbar composed his poems. Or rather, I am pretty certain that the language is English, though literary authorities claim it’s not.

William Dunbar (1450-1513 or 1530) wrote in Scots. It’s a Germanic language, but to me, the tongue doesn’t appear as a distinct language but as an obvious, unmistakable variety of English.

In fact, it’s striking how similar Dunbar’s language is to modern English, What remains to me is unclear is how exactly Scots managed to displace Middle Irish or Middle Gaelic first at the Scottish court and then in Scotland.

Let me translate or rather “re-spell” some of Dunbar’s English, this excerpt is from his Gracia Plena. 

Hale, sterne superne, hale in eterne,
In Godis sicht to schyne!
Lucerne in derne for to discerne
Be glory and grace devyne;

Hail, Supreme Star, Hail in Eternity
In God’s Own Sight to shine
A Lamp in Darkness to discern
By Glory and Grace Divine

As you can see, odd spelling aside, practically all the words are the same as they are in modern English. The only exceptions are the words sterne and sicht. I speak German as well, and if you are even a little familiar with German, you would recognize right away that stern(e) means (a) star and sicht is sight.  Lucerne – from luce or lux which means light can either be translated as either a lamp, like a lantern, or just an abstract source of light.

What else, for me, Dunbar’s poetry has been a discovery. Though nominally the language he wrote in is not even exactly English (though I’d say that to me it sounds like English. It passes the duck test: If it looks like a duck, swims like a duck, and quacks like a duck, then it probably is a duck) his verse is comprehensible (probably even more and definitely not less than Shakespeare’s), rich, beautiful and enjoyable to read.

 

 

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A Quick Ode to Spam, a Poem about Spam

A Quick Ode to Spam
A Quick Ode to Spam/ Fair Use. Illustration credit: The SPAM museum in Austin, MN,  
Photo by Ackerman + Gruber @ackermangruber

A Poem about Spam

A Quick Ode to Spam

Not every sale must be a scam
Not every can of canned pork Spam
Besides, Spam is quite delicious
Though some folks say it’s not nutritious
But what a hungry morning begs
Bien sûr, it begs for Spam and eggs
So for the pleasure of programming
Let us enjoy both spam and spamming


 

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Ode to the Bat , a Sonnet

Ode to the Bat , a Sonnet

My angry bat, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you abuse and scream,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the big maxime.

Let me compare you to a quick cherry?
You are more smelly, disgusting and sick.
Ice bites the debris of February,
And wintertime has the abusive prick.

How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your great disgusting, dumb and bad.
Thinking of your sleepy dumb fills my days.
My hate for you is the dramatic cad.

Now I must away with a shangri heart,
Remember my foul words whilst we’re apart.

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Hellcat

 

 

Hellcat
GM / Buick M18 Hellcat

Hellcat

First a blog post and then my short poem about (the) Hellcat.

Hellcat, what? Here is the story.

Below is a poem dedicated to the M18 tank destroyer or to the GM’s Buick Hellcat.

I cringe to say it or at least to say it out loud, but when it comes to WWII, my sympathies and loyalties are almost evenly split. On the Eastern front, on at battlefields of what is for us the Great Patriotic War, I am firmly on the side of the Russian soldier, even though not so fully on the side of the Stalinist regime. There and then, the Russian soldier fought the savage NATO predecessors, and he has saved the human civilization from the menace of so-called United Europe and its barbarism.  But when we look at what is liberally described as the Western Front, the British and the Americans appear as the ultimate bad guys. If you can even pretend to play the role of an impartial observer, just take a glance at the world map. Look at where is America and where is Germany.

Likewise, the indiscriminate destruction of both the innocent life and mankind’s cultural heritage as had been made manifest in the senseless incineration of Dresden or carpet bombing raids on major densely populated urban centers like Hamburg, Bremen, and Frankfurt on Main, and wanton cruelty against both the armed forces and civilians of a civilized Christian state, Germany, by individuals who had neither been attacked nor harmed in any way, in the case of British, at least not on any remotely comparable scale, is so shocking and unprecedented in human history, that when trying to be impartial and objective, I get so perplexed and even angry, that this entire episode strikes me as the triumph of evil. The triumph of Evil over the Will.

Obviously, Germany is guilty of some alleged excesses, like the one that has been monopolized by one US-based marketing brand, but this does not justify American and British atrocities against the German population or wholesale and deliberate destruction of mankind’s cultural heritage, something that Hitler has never done in the occupied territories, not even in the East, where the Nazis behaved with what by historical standard remains almost unprecedented savagery.  By contrast, the forces of Evil, the USA and its British vassal, which later formed the core of the transatlantic Fourth Reich, which by now has incorporated the lands of the Third one, had destroyed both life and architectural and historical heritage not just in Germany but also in Italy and France. The latter are supposed to be victims, but the destruction meted out at them was equally unmeasured and equally senseless.

And I am not even bringing up Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

Today, Germany remains a captive nation.  But for fairness’ sake, America is also a captive nation.

But, wait for a second, I’ve become distracted.

How did this poem come about?  Russians or rather perhaps Russophone readers, since I don’t have an idea of who they are, in this case readers of an online blog that I stumbled upon or rather had been tricked into viewing, began to argue about the meaning of the English noun “hellcat”.

Apparently, unbeknownst to most Americans, a hellcat also means a witch, I’ve no idea of which gender, but since Russian – like German – has an idea of grammatical gender – then the word is translated as a feminine witch, which is a witch in the sense of a sorceress.

Merriam-Webster defines a hellcat as either

1: Witch
2: a violently temperamental person especially : an ill-tempered woman

Now, that arouse my curiosity further, and so I’d delved deeper.

The word hellcat, which of course means a feline from hell, literally, though those Russians may not know it because they are unfamiliar with English and use “dictionaries” to obtain definition even for dumb compound words while American and British dictionaries do not even furnish literal definitions of compound words (like benchmark or cocktail or scarecrow, etcetera), in fact, also has a meaning of an irascible female who performs magic tricks on innocent bystanders and hangs around with you know who.  The word itself is a corruption of the word Hecate, who is a Greek goddess presiding over magic and spells.

Hellcat, Hecate

Hecate became hellcat around 1600s. The “corruption” is natural in a way that it reflects how incomprehensible or foreign words are often altered to fit the sound and logic of common speakers of a different language. London’s Rotten Row was once Route du Roi.

In its nature, it is the same as the English word bank, which may be a financial institution, with the word in its origin being  French banque, itself a borrowing from Italian banca. I guess that’s what you do from a bank, you borrow. And it can also be a shore, a riverbank or sandbank, and in that instance, the word comes from Scandinavian, probably from Danish. So both banks look the same and both words sound the same they are different in both their meaning and origin.

What makes this even more confusing is that hellcat in the sense of a cat from a hell is a compound word while hellcat in the sense of a witch isn’t.

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The Poem

A poem about the M18 Hellcat or rather the poem about the definition of hellcat.

 

Hellcat

What is a Hellcat?
Is it a feline from hell?
Or is it she, a vicious brown rat
And what a deity could tell?

Is she’s a sorceress, magician
Battleaxe, disgruntled bitch
A creature on an infernal mission
Or a vile wild broom-wielding witch

Is she  the Goddess of bewitchment
The caster of enchanted spells
Is she for truth or for enrichment
There are so many parallels

Say, mean Hecate, what’s been meant,
Please give us an enlightened guess
To dissent from the descent
Into the Hades, I must confess

For Orpheus himself it was  no fun
A bat from hell will tell us off the bat:
Hellcat made as  nuisance to the Hun
The Hellcat was a man-made cat


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