One who was sitting on the top of the world

"He either fears his fate too much,

Or his deserts are small,

That puts it not unto the touch 

To win or lose it all."

James Graham, 1st Marquess of Montrose

in My Dear and Only Love

Now thinking of: dreams, love, change, future, courage, happiness, life, options.

By Bean & Crumpet

She loves you with every fibre of her being

Sinä kesänä, kun rakastuin Sinuun, Papuseni, tämä vuosia ja vuosia aiemmin lukemani runo alkoi pyöriä mielessäni, koska se kuvasi täsmälleen tunteitani Sinua kohtaan. Tämä runo oli myös ensimmäinen lahjani Sinulle..

You are the one..

Sinä olet niin kaunis (ja minä romanttisella päällä)

Oi, jos muinaiskaupungissa kerran,
puistokäytävän kirkkomaasumussa,
olisin nähnyt kasvosi,
lyhyen hetken, elämäni ajan,
alastomuutesi pylväsvuoteessa,
liekkien hiljaa huohottaessa,
niin musteen valjuus
ylistäisi kauneuttasi nyt,
tomu ja paperin hauraus
laulaisivat sinusta
tulkitsemattomalla kielellä.

Jarkko Laine, Oodi eiliselle sanomalehdelle (1989)


By Crumpet

Waxing poetic

Ruokalistalta luettua:

"Chicken Curry and Rice on the Side"

on suomeksi kääntynyt paljon runollisempaan muotoon:

"Riisi ja kana curry ja syrjään lausutut sanat"..


By Bean & Crumpet

Quote of the day

From this William Shakespeare's sonet XVIII comes the tittle to our loved tv-series The Darling Buds of May:

Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

By Crumpet

A rough end of an pineapple

Let's listen to a hymn dedicated to the disappearing gentlemens lavatories of Old London by Dudley Sutton.

By Crumpet
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Kuunnelkaamme Dudley Suttonin hymniä, joka on omistettu Vanhan Lontoon katoaville herrasmiesten mukavuuslaitoksille.

By Crumpet

One moment

In one of my favorite movies (Hannnah and her sisters) by one of my favorite directors (Woody Allen) there is a quote from poet E.E. Cummings poem.

Bean, I think he writes of the way I feel about you..
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Erään lempiohjaajani (Woody Allen) eräässä lempielokuvista (Hannah ja sisaret) lainataan E.E. Cummings 'in runoa.

Papuseni, hän taitaa kirjoittaa tunteistani sinua kohtaan...

[somewhere i have never travelled]

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me,i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands

Crumpet

Nights of wine and roses

I was reading P.G. Wodehouse’s book "Galahad at Blandings" the other day and the phrase ”nights of wines and roses” stuck to me..

The phrase beautifully directs ones thoughts to the saying” days of wine and roses”, which is originally from poet Ernest Dowson and his poem:

Vit{ae} Summa Brevis Spem nos Vetet Incohare Longam

They are not long, the weeping and the laughter,
Love and desire and hate;
I think they have no portion in us after
We pass the gate.

They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes
Within a dream.

The writer of this poem filled with yearning and emotion, lost eternity surely knew what he was writing about..
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Luin P.G. Wodehousen kirjaa "Galahad at Blandings"ja silmääni sattui fraasi ”nights of wine and roses”, mikä jäi mieleeni kaikumaan..

Fraasi viittaa kauniisti sanontaan ”days of wine and roses”, joka on alunperin runoilija Ernest Dowson’in (1867 - 1900) runosta peräisin:

Vit{ae} Summa Brevis Spem nos Vetet Incohare Longam

They are not long, the weeping and the laughter,
Love and desire and hate;
I think they have no portion in us after
We pass the gate.

They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes
Within a dream.

Tämän kaihon, katoavaisuuden ja tunteen pakahduttaman runon kirjoittaja on selvästi tiennyt, mistä hän kirjoitti...

Onnen hetket elämän, kuin
silmänräpäys,
huomaamatta
jo mennyttä.

By Crumpet