tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012109.post9197945370325537338..comments2023-10-14T08:05:51.183-07:00Comments on see how we almost fly: Alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03662927122733057638noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012109.post-47113688475441115512007-09-06T12:56:00.000-07:002007-09-06T12:56:00.000-07:00Hi AlisonHow do you like this short poem about dea...Hi Alison<BR/><BR/>How do you like this short poem about death (?)?<BR/><BR/>Sou o dono dos tesouros perdidos no fundo do mar.<BR/>Só o que está perdido é nosso para sempre.<BR/>Nós só amamos os amigos mortos,<BR/>E só as amadas mortas amam eternamente.<BR/><BR/>(Mário Quintana)<BR/><BR/>As I guess you can't read Portuguese very well, here's a "crippled" translation into English, that is, as literal as it could be.<BR/><BR/>I am the owner of the treasures lost on the bottom of the sea.<BR/>Only what is lost is ours for ever.<BR/>We only love our dead friends,<BR/>And only dead lovers will love for ever. <BR/><BR/>Mário Quintana was a Brazilian poet. I think he died in the early nineties. I don't think his poetry is much known outside Brazil.<BR/><BR/>Cheers.<BR/><BR/>JCJose Carloshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12926274553246527261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012109.post-15881170842102350292007-09-01T14:41:00.000-07:002007-09-01T14:41:00.000-07:00Yes, I feel like the awareness of death is part of...Yes, I feel like the awareness of death is part of what drives my writing. I always send my work out to family and friends as soon as I am done with even a first draft, in case something should happen to me I don't want anything to perish in my computer unshared...but it's still hard to pierce through my own veil of denial, and actually feel that these men are dead--they were all friends of mine, but not people I saw daily or even weekly or monthly, so it feels as though they were just gone on a trip somewhere...which I suppose they are. I am very glad I will at least be able to attend Jasch's memorial service and read a poem for him--I know that he would have liked that--and that, wherever he is, he will like it.Alisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03662927122733057638noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35012109.post-20765075891786973152007-08-31T08:59:00.000-07:002007-08-31T08:59:00.000-07:00Why does it take the knowledge of imminent death l...Why does it take the knowledge of imminent death like a cold bucket of ice water to make us feel our mortality? Somehow it pushes us to extend ourselves, to reach every aspect of the outside and inside. Maybe you'll extend yourself through writing?mermaidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15895749686844178804noreply@blogger.com