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“Stand By Me” (Â© Ben E. King, Jerry Lieber, Mike Stoller); inspired by the spiritual, “Lord, Stand By Me”
Je suis belle, Ă´ mortels! comme un rĂŞve de pierre,
Et mon sein, oĂą chacun s’est meurtri tour Ă tour,
Est fait pour inspirer au poĂ¨te un amour
Eternel et muet ainsi que la matiĂ¨re.
Â Je trĂ´ne dans l’azur comme un sphinx incompris;
J’unis un coeur de neige Ă la blancheur des cygnes;
Je hais le mouvement qui dĂ©place les lignes,
Et jamais je ne pleure et jamais je ne ris.
Â Les poĂ¨tes, devant mes grandes attitudes,
Que j’ai l’air d’emprunter aux plus fiers monuments,
Consumeront leurs jours en d’austĂ¨res Ă©tudes;
Car j’ai, pour fasciner ces dociles amants,
De purs miroirs qui font toutes choses plus belles:
Mes yeux, mes larges yeux aux clartĂ©s Ă©ternelles!
Â Iâ€™m beautiful, mortals, like a dream of stone
And my breast, where each man shatters,
Inspires in poets, one by one,
A love eternal and mute as matter.
Iâ€™m enthroned in the blue, like a sphinx of enigmasâ€”
Heart of snow to the swanâ€™s sheer whiteness I keep,
Hate movement, in which lines amass,
Never laugh, never weep.
Poets before my grand attitudes
(Which I take from the proudest monuments)
Wear out their days in studious moods.
I keep those lovers submissive, bent
With my eyes, my bright eyes, those mirrors changing
All to beauty, and in beauty ranging.
Â© Jack Foley
JACK FOLEY’S NOTE TO AL YOUNG
This link will get you the French and some English versions of Baudelaire’s terrific poem, â€śLa BeautĂ©â€ť:
Hard to match Baudelaire’s wonderful opening line, “Je suis belle, Ă´ mortels! comme un rĂŞve de pierre,” with its rhyme of “belle” and “mortels”: “I am beautiful, O mortals! like a dream of stone.” The translations offered at the website (including the first, literal one) seemed clumsy and, when rhymed, contained a lot of inverted language. I decided to make an effort too and wrote this version this morning.
Â Earlier today, I bought a sandwich at Noah’s. The clerk there told me that, when she wasn’t clerking, she worked with a troupe of fire eaters! Circus stuff. I told her I was a poet: it was my job to keep as much fire in my mouth as I could.
April 3, 2013
Â Listen to ‘Have We Met Before?’– the story of QuĂ©bec photographer FranĂ§ois Brunelle’s ‘Look-Alikes’ project
Â© 2013 NPR | ‘All Things Considered’
Â Â© FranĂ§ois Brunelle
Rudi Kistler and Maurus Oehmann | Mannheim, Germany 2012
PROJECT ‘I’M NOT A LOOK-ALIKE!’
(ProjĂŞt Je ne suis pas un sosie!)
I’m not a look-alike! is a project Â to make 200 photos of couples or look-alikes (doubles, doppelgĂ¤ngers) around the world and to create an international exhibit and a book with them. The photos are in black and white.
Â© FranĂ§ois Brunelle
Donmar Williams and Martine Chase | Weehawken, NJ USA 2011
Â© FranĂ§ois Brunelle
Elisa Berst and Corinne Barois | Paris, France 2010
Â Anita Endrezze
“The snazziest concrete poem I’ve read this year.”
— Al Young
Â Anita Endrezze
“meka sleepy on my computer” [Anita Endrezze in a Facebook message]
“My cat wrote this as she tried to sleep with paws on computer.”
— Anita Endrezze
She’s only a year old and already a famous poet!
She started sleeping next to my computer vent (where it’s warm) when she was so small. And now she’s almost too big to fit on table edge where I sit and not cover my computer. In the other photo, she sits up on top of the kitchen cabinet when I’m working in the kitchen. She was so proud of herself when she managed to get up there about 6 months ago. We got her when she was 9 weeks old. She had been abandoned with her brother at a rest stop, rescued by a lady trucker, and then taken to a pet sanctuary to get ready for adoption.
Maybe she was dreaming of the sssssss sound tires make on wet pavement.
Visit author/artist Anita Endrezze’s website
Â “Nica’s Dream” (Horace Silver, composer) | Hank Jones Trio | Hank Jones, piano; George Mraz, bass; Billy Kilson, drums | Tokyo Jazz Festival 2008
This year’s doomsday angst owes much to public ignorance about pre-Columbian civilizations
By Erik Vance
Â© Scientific American | June 6, 2012
This year, 2012, December has 5 Saturdays, 5 Sundays and 5 Mondays.
This happens once every 824 years.
AlYoung.org asks: True or False?