tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13758431.post5524856068247897165..comments2023-10-28T03:14:44.519-07:00Comments on Calhouns Can(n)ons: Your Sunday PoemNewsstandGreghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04099049885765768069noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13758431.post-20448093113527117862012-06-25T05:14:21.671-07:002012-06-25T05:14:21.671-07:00The interesting thing about the book, is the trans...The interesting thing about the book, is the translations are very much in contemporary vernacular with all kinds of modern references, so they're are translated . . . very loosely, to say the least. But, with the droll ones, it certainly lets the comedy through, but I suspect translating purists would be horrified.Churadogshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17701649330085709021noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13758431.post-42745397908405597582012-06-24T12:18:47.087-07:002012-06-24T12:18:47.087-07:00love this poem!
donnalove this poem!<br /><br />donnaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13758431.post-15703796970613554012012-06-24T12:04:40.961-07:002012-06-24T12:04:40.961-07:00Thanks to Ann and Alon for a very fun Sunday read!...Thanks to Ann and Alon for a very fun Sunday read!!Sewertoons AKA Lynette Tornatzkyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04501351678541088868noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13758431.post-45953897608449759692012-06-24T11:58:42.843-07:002012-06-24T11:58:42.843-07:00Wow, this Indian dude reminds me of someone I met ...Wow, this Indian dude reminds me of someone I met on the bus.<br />But how did “Landlocked in fur” get extracted from sands-crypt. This calls for a visit to the Ol’ lost in translation archives.<br />And don’t you just hate it when you realize nirvana and you say to yourself “Oh the Journey is done and I’ve reached the destination” and then that lets in the thought of “ wow I wonder if they can see me dancing on top the holy mountain with my arms akimbo”, and then the whole collapses in on itself backwards but faster, and all of the sudden you can feel the gasoline you are sitting in where it is still cold where the oxygen and saffron flames haven’t reached it or worse yet you stare ahead at the wall and the edge of the couch is there in hard focus and you are aware of the burgundy stripes and the paw on top of that and you can count every whisker around that grin, and it is the same Aahaa..Hah grin that your cat or are you his gave you the last time.Alon Perlmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00155776897189144501noreply@blogger.com