Sunday, February 3, 2013

A Poem of E.E. Cummings

This is the poem given to me by Joe Decker, my literature teacher, some months ago, saying that this is the kind of poem I would write. I don't know how he could say that but I took it and put it on my desk. Just now, I opened and read it again.

Just like other poems of E.E. Cummings, this one also doesn't have a title.

In a middle of a room
stands a suicide
sniffing a Paper rose
smiling to a self

"somewhere it is Spring and sometimes
people are in real:imagine
somewhere real flowers,but
I can't imagine real flowers for if I

could,they would somehow
not Be real"
(so he smiles
smiling)"but I will not

everywhere be real to
you in a moment"
The is blond
with small hands

"& everything is easier
than I had guessed everything would
be;even remembering the way who
looked at whom first,anyhow dancing

(a moon swims out of a cloud
a clock strikes midnight
a finger pulls a trigger
a bird flies into a mirror)

- ee cummings -

Saturday, February 2, 2013

The Douchebag Song

ဘေလာ့ျပန္ေရးေတာ့မယ္။ ဟိုအရင္က ဘေလာ့ဂါေတြကို ျပန္ေတြ႕ရလို႔ အတိတ္ကို နည္းနည္း ျပန္သတိရသြားတာရယ္၊ စာေရးျခင္းကို အေသအခ်ာ ေလ့က်င့္ေတာ့မယ္လို႔ ဆံုးျဖတ္ၾကည့္တာေၾကာင့္ ရယ္ပါ။ Facebook တို႔လိုမ်ဳိးမွာ ေလွ်ာက္ေရးရတာ သူမ်ားမ်က္ႏွာၾကည့္ေနရတာလည္း ပါတယ္။ ကုိယ့္ေပ့ခ်္မွာေတာ့ ကိုယ္က သခင္ကိုး။ မၾကိဳက္ လာမၾကည့္နဲ႔ဆိုျပီး ခပ္တင္းတင္းပဲ ေရးလို႔ရတယ္။ အသစ္ မတင္ျဖစ္တဲ့ ၾကားထဲမွာ နည္းနည္းပါးပါး ေလွ်ာက္ေရးထားတာေလးေတြလည္း ျပန္တင္ပါမယ္။ အခုေတာ့ ကဗ်ာေလးနဲ႔ ဖြင့္လိုက္မယ္။

The Douchebag Song

Let us sing the song of Douchebag.

Just to smell the pretty hair of my prize,
I had to cultivate for sooooo long.
And then,

"A wild Douchebag appears!"
and took it away.
So easily, he plucked the flower,
the fruit of my sweat and sleepless nights,
just because he is a Douchebag.

O, Douchebag!
"What did I ever do to you?
Spare me and love of my life.
Stay away Douchebag! Stay away!"
He laughed, The Douchebag laughed.
Looked down at me with a face of the victor.
I have lost my words, lost my war.

Douchebag in my nightmare
Douchebag is in his fancy car
Douchebag is at the festival
Douchebag is on the moon
Douchebag is in television
Douchebag is in toilet
Douchebag, Douchebag everywhere.

O, Douchebag!
Will you disappear at the end of the day?
or will you haunt my life forever?