Romanian Poem: Poemă Finală by George Bacovia
Words can't accurately describe how much I love this poem, and it's accuracy & application in today's insane world, despite being published in aprox. 1930
Disclaimer: Profound symbolist influence, as mr. George Bacovia was a pure symbolist poet at the beginning of his journey.
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Eu trebuie să beau, să uit ceea ce nu stie nimeni
Ascuns în pivnita adânca, fără a spune un cuvânt
Singur să fumez acolo neștiut de nimeni
Altfel, e greu pe pământ..
Pe stradă urle viața, si moartea
Și plângă poetii poema lor vana..
Știu..
Dar foamea grozavă nu-i glumă, nu-i vis --
Plumb, si furtună, si pustiu,
Finis...
Istoria contemporană...
E timpul.. toți nervii te vor..
O, vino odată, măreț viitor.
Eu trebuie să plec, să uit ceea ce nu știe nimeni
Mâhnit de crimele burgheze, fără a spune un cuvânt
Singur să mă pierd în lume neștiut de nimeni
Altfel, e greu pe pământ..
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I must drink, to forget what no-one knows
Hidden in the deep basement, without saying a word
Alone, to smoke there, unnoticed by anyone
Otherwise, life's hard on Earth...
On the streets screams life, and death too...
And poets howl for their poems in vain...
I know...
But the great hunger isn't a joke, nor a dream —
Plight, and storm, and desert
Finis...
Contemporary history...
Is time itself... All my nerves give me pain...
Oh, come at last, great future.
I must to leave, to forget what no-one knows
Haunted by the crimes of the bourgeoisie, without saying a word
Alone, to fade within this world, unknown to all
Otherwise, life's hard on Earth...
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Translation by me, with the help of a fellow translator for difficult idioms.
It sure is a start. He cares for you, but he's still worried you might regret a carefully planned decision you slowly came to terms with before telling him... Tell him you appreciate the support, and guide him as much as you can. :)
Romanian poem: Negru by George Bacovia
This is a poem that all students grow to hate: strong modernist influence.
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Carbonizate flori, noian de negru...
Sicrie negre, arse, de metal,
Veștminte funerare de mangal,
Negru profund, noian de negru...
Vibrau scântei de vis... noian de negru,
Carbonizat, amorul fumega —
Parfum de pene arse, și ploua...
Negru, numai noian de negru...
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Carbonised flowers, flood of blackness...
Black coffins, burned, metallic
Funeral garments of charcoal,
Deep black, flood of blackness...
Sparks of dreams vibrated... Flood of blackness,
Carbonised, the love was smoldering —
Perfume of burned feathers, and rain...
Black, only a flood of blackness...
For those who will say this is not a pure symbolist poem, they are right. I loved the poem however.
Popular Poem: Bohémiens en Voyage by Charles Baudelaire
La tribu prophétique aux prunelles ardentes
Hier s’est mise en route, emportant ses petits
Sur son dos, ou livrant à leurs fiers appétits
Le trésor toujours prêt des mamelles pendantes.
Les hommes vont à pied sous leurs armes luisantes
Le long des chariots où les leurs sont blottis,
Promenant sur le ciel des yeux appesantis
Par le morne regret des chimères absentes.
Du fond de son réduit sablonneux, le grillon,
Les regardant passer, redouble sa chanson;
Cybèle, qui les aime, augmente ses verdures,
Fait couler le rocher et fleurir le désert
Devant ces voyageurs, pour lesquels est ouvert
L’empire familier des ténèbres futures.
— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — The prophetical tribe, that ardent eyed people,
Set out last night, carrying their children
On their backs, or yielding to those fierce appetites
The ever ready treasure of pendulous breasts.
The men travel on foot with their gleaming weapons
Alongside the wagons where their kin are huddled,
Surveying the heavens with eyes rendered heavy
By a mournful regret for vanished illusions.
The cricket from the depths of his sandy retreat
Watches them as they pass, and louder grows his song;
Cybele, who loves them, increases her verdure,
Makes the desert blossom, water spurt from the rock
Before these travelers for whom is opened wide
The familiar domain of the future's darkness.
— Translated by William Aggeler
On various bodybuilding Romanian forums. The links are good, but I'd prefer country-domestic, because our current polices are insane and even EU packages get lost (I waited 3 months for some art tools to arrive).
I too am in the process of getting a diagnosis. As for my meltdowns, I have two phases: Muting myself, or cussing everyone out loud, while I try to internalize the feeling of crying.
Yeah... Unfortunately that fight on the word fascists ruined a lot of countries and it still does. Take for example Romanian elections.
Trans man here. Don't misgender her. A person online giving you permission to misgender someone, because they're vulnerable to that attack shouldn't be taken seriously. Find other ways to oppose her and her ideology, there are way too many. Kicking and punching the fact she's trans won't get you anywhere.
Instead of properly debating the issue at hand (the sanity of this schizo), commenters fight on whenever or not she's getting misgendered in the comments. Never change Lemmy
Alternative to Codm?
cross-posted from: https://lemmy.world/post/25555392
> Sorry if this isn't the right subreddit. I'm migrating from Reddit and this was the top community for Android. > > I hate that game: run and gun, cash grabbers at every step. Enter the game? Bombarded by 17 events made to keep you hookied. Enter a match? Guess what: Random spawning and other things, such as post-death camera film that reveal your position... As a sniper. I do like their attachments system. > > I want a game that's more realistic, with less cash grabbers, preferably offline. I don't care about graphics. Let me gun, without the need to run.