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Friday, 16 May 2008

Poem by Hugh MacDiarmid - English with French Translation - Learn French

Hugh MacDiarmid Translated
Short verse by BigMac.
Bilingual Poem English-French.

LE BON BOUT DU BATON.

(The right end of the stick by H. Macdiarmid, Ed Penguin 1985, Vol.1)
Je pense que vous tenez tous le bâton par le bon bout,
Mon ami Chrétien ou païen, extraverti ou introverti,
Mon ami mort, vivant ou à naître-le problème
Est que tous vos bâtons n’ont qu’un seul bout.

« Point Defect » -Traduction par J.A.

Copyright@JA.Exceptions?: cf post scriptum.

The right end of the stick.

I think you’ve all got the right end of the stick,
My Christian or Pagan, extrovert or introvert friend,
My dead friend, my live, my unborn- but the trouble
Is just that all your sticks have only one end.

H. MacDiarmid (Ed. Penguin 1985).
J.A. (9/06/2000)*Exceptions?: cf. Footnote.*
ANSWER to question on Sticks - Le(s) Baton(s)*
Possible Exceptions-
"La baguette de pain" hors inflation
French bread-"baguette"
&
The Chef d'Orchestres' Baton

Wednesday, 14 May 2008

THE GORDIAN KNOT


THE GORDIAN KNOT
(which many of us must cut every day! - "Cut the Knot here"

At a loose end.
Tying up loose ends,
Can only lead to knots,
Stories of curves and bends,
Hardly stuff of comfortable thought.
by J.A.© ( march 2001).



LE NOEUD GORDIEN.
(beaucoup d’entre nous doivent le coupé tous les jour! -
"Coupez le noeud ici" -en anglais

En lambeaux
Accrocher des bouts de pendants cordages
Ne peut mener qu’aux nœuds,
Des histoires de courbes et de virages,
Pas vraiment matière à penser-
Confortablement à eux..
Version Fr. par J.A. ©(Avril 2001)

Thursday, 24 April 2008

Primo Levi, Chemist, his peom "The Survivor"

"The Survivor", poem by Primo Levi, who trained as a scientist and chemist[Biography].

(cf. previous post on same theme "Wednesday, 12 March 2008
Tribute to Lazare Ponticelli & to those who survived or tried to survive WWI
Lazare Ponticelli, was the longest and last French surviver of the "Great War" The 1st World War (WWI) Lazard died today. A short well documented tribute to Lazard was published by The Economist. )

The Survivor

Once more he sees his companions' faces
Livid in the first faint light,
Gray with cement dust,
Nebulous in the mist,
Tinged with death in their uneasy sleep.
At night, under the heavy burden
Of their dreams, their jaws move,
Chewing a non-existant turnip.
'Stand back, leave me alone, submerged people,
Go away. I haven't dispossessed anyone,
Haven't usurped anyone's bread.
No one died in my place. No one.
Go back into your mist.
It's not my fault if I live and breathe,
Eat, drink, sleep and put on clothes.'

by Primo Levi


Primo Levi's peom The-survivor/ and ebook Pdf-The Survivot & Other poems by Primo Levi.

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Tuesday, 8 April 2008

FROM ENTROPY to POETRY, for Thermodynamics Enthousiasts

FOR THERMODYNAMICS ENTHUSIASTS - POUR DES ADEPTES EN THERMODYNAMIQUES.

From Entropy to Poetry
(originally Owed'N..! as "Ode" )
( in response to J.E. Harris, FRS. FEng. FIM. "Material Matters-Poetry & Entropy, MW. Sept. 2002, P70. Thanks Jack for the tips on; great poems on science, John Updikes "Ode to Entropy..." and & perhaps the greatest English Poet of the last century,WH Auden who graduated from Oxford as a biologist! )

From poetry to entropy,
You will by now agree,
There is not an “F” of a difference,
Nor even a “Gee”(G).
Could it be simply an “N”?

If only this was The En’d!

For what is to follow,

There could well be no tomorrow,
Short molecule DNA of poetry.


For of beginnings and ends
Much has been hypothesised
And even tested, God forgive!
Such is the closed system
In which many are hypnotised
To make a living, a pit-ance.

But life’s work lies in between,
As some open, interactive, book.

An “F” of difference?
I’m glad you asked,
Simple formulas to treat with deference.
Naturally “F”is for:
Fiddling and fumbling with variations.
Mixing and muddling and even juggling
With Temperature and Space, ( dT, dV.)
Helmholtz keel. (dF = - SdT - PdV )

And “Gee” where does it come in?
You may again feel free to ask?
Will’ard enough and Gibbs steps in*,
His physical – chemistry violin,
Striking the cords of Temperature and Pressure,
(dG= - SdT +VdP)
Easier to manipulate
In some (dead) physical body.

Of chemical potentials?
Muse to add, (μ)
Infinitesimal accounts of energy change with mass.
Remember the thermodynamic mnemonic flag:
“Students Usually Voluntarily, Forget The, Grants People, Have.”
-S U V
H x F
-P G T

And of “N’s”, just some number?
Or n, i. chemical potential? [n, i, (any)]
Maybe Not, I. N. Stein;
Clean power two, speed of light
Shortest molecule DNA of poetry,
(E=Mc^2)
Simple formula above all to treat with deference!
A and H, worth a bomb,
Or just some N-UK-ES ?

“N” as in Nu-clear?
The highest state of strong order, dawning
“et de ce jour bacteries et champignons*
jailirent à l’existance pour dissoudre*
et un nouveau champignon est né*
Such is Nature – reviewed.

[S for entropy, for system or something
All potential candidates for a one word
“System of Systems” Of… Information?
Naturally, Log on too, ( two )
For being negative can be positive. ]
[ ]= Unfinished verse –
WTBD. "Work to be done".

Of closed systems and of open,
The worst of course is isolation
For the latter is no man’s land
Nor any living kingdom
Wherein neither energy nor matter exchange.

And as if to remind one’s self
The best system is
As in Nature’s “Natural Processes”**,
The system KISS,
For God is love,
So Keep It Simple Stupid!

This all began with an “H”
But let’s not En’d
With “H” for Head
As “en-Trophy”!

It must by now, be apparent,
That the proper order, may I say it,
Must be from Entropy to Poetry!

*[Willard Gibbs, Thermodynamics theorist 18…]**”(from J.Updike, trad. Alain Suid “Ode à la Décomposition”) **(from A. Suid’s trad. of J.Updike’s “Facing Nature”). 3rd draft, 12 Nov. 2002, JA., 4th draft 6 March 2003. JA.,5th draft 6 May 2003. JA. 6the draft 2 June 2003, copyright
© JA., MORE on Entropy,
Links to be refreshed (TBD)
Click Link; http://fr.mdpi.net/Practical Applications of Thermodynamics:http://www.calphad.org/ & Communities-Families:http://www.matport.com%3c/strong%3E

Friday, 4 April 2008

1st Ever Poem-Bilingual "Accidented Watch" - "Ma Montré Accidenté"

MA MONTRE ACCIDENTE
(Prose sur une manifestation de la phénomène de révolution -
Autre titre Cadran en Révolution)

ACCIDENTED WATCH
(Prose on revolution -cf. below)

Avec les aiguilles,
la longue et la courte,
minute par minute,
heure par heure,
le cadran tournait.

Chaque jour par cinq,
je ne voyais pas la différence,
un tour complète,
de retour à douze,
comme dans un rêve.

Mon dieux!
Elle ne s’arrête pas.
Truc d'Ouf! Mon esprit-
Ne m'a pas joué un tour!
Je suis encore en vie!


ACCIDENTED WATCH
(Prose on revolution)

With the hands,
the long and the short,
minute by minute,
hour by hour,
the face revolved.

Every day by five,
I could see no difference.
One complete turn,
at twelve again,
as in a daze.

Mein Gotte! it did not stop.
Relief at last! My mind-
was not playing a trick.
I was alive again!

Thursday, 3 April 2008

My poem-dream: "Jaggy Stuff" (analogy with laser light)

Alternative Title: Battle Song _Fight against one's self (reputed to be one's own worse enemy?)
Author's note:This poem is based upon a half-awake dream, places and people are real.

Jaggy Stuff
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He looked at himself in the glacey mirror*
And what he saw was war and terror.
He looked again and remembered his dream.
His franglais, mixed, shone not quite clean,
As the laser beam, sharp and unbent,
Highly directional, monochromatic, coherent
Bringing secour, help and relief at last.
He looked at his dream as a man afar - vast,
Like the antimatter in the quantum glass,
Present and past in one place on the cross.

Which door was number three? Right? No left.
Upon opening was a man, on the table edge deft,
Behind young cronies drinking merry.
I left this boat, suffocating ferry.
It was night, but the day was dawning.
I breathed afresh the new belief spawning
I looked and saw, I listened and heard
A voice from the other side, (Adams) said
-Cried out, Morin is dead! I half awoke,
In the grey and an idea broke,
untwining the ‘frangais’ laser clear.
“Mort” in! “Death in”, is dead, reborn hear!
I left my long commatic state
To breath again, with life a date.

J. Alexander (about12/12/98).Copyright © J.A.( Scanned and punctuated 15/12/2001-8/01/2002 Ed.19/03/2003).
*(double meaning “glacey”, cold- franglais->glassy)
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