by W.H. Auden
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working
week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b_a-eXIoyYA
07 March 2010
I Have Nothing
by Cui Jian
how many times have i asked you
"when are you running away with me?"
but you always mocked at me
and said that there's
nothing to my name
i want to own you, and let you
own my freedom
but you always mocked at me
and said that there's
nothing to my name
oh, when are you running away with me
oh, when are you running away with me
the ground is moving below my feet
the rivers are flowing beside me
but you always mocked at me
and said that there's
nothing to my name
why cant you stop criticizing me
why cant i stop loving you
please dont tell me that i'm destined to
have nothing at all
oh, when are you running away with me
oh, when are you running away with me
im telling you i've wasted long enough
i'm telling you my last wish
i'm just gonna grab your hand right now
and you'll have to follow me
wherever i go
at this moment, your hands are shaking
and your tears are rolling
are you now telling me that
you really love me,
who has nothing at all?
how many times have i asked you
"when are you running away with me?"
but you always mocked at me
and said that there's
nothing to my name
i want to own you, and let you
own my freedom
but you always mocked at me
and said that there's
nothing to my name
oh, when are you running away with me
oh, when are you running away with me
the ground is moving below my feet
the rivers are flowing beside me
but you always mocked at me
and said that there's
nothing to my name
why cant you stop criticizing me
why cant i stop loving you
please dont tell me that i'm destined to
have nothing at all
oh, when are you running away with me
oh, when are you running away with me
im telling you i've wasted long enough
i'm telling you my last wish
i'm just gonna grab your hand right now
and you'll have to follow me
wherever i go
at this moment, your hands are shaking
and your tears are rolling
are you now telling me that
you really love me,
who has nothing at all?
06 March 2010
Love Letter
by Jun Shibata
calling my name, as if confirming
i can still hear your voice
i, who will turn into ash in the morning light,
replied softly to the moving cigarette ember
once again, i may have fallen in love
with a man with saddened eyes
with so many things lost and destroyed,
i wished to be filled to the brim even just for a moment.
someday when you're dead and gone
i will be fine
i have been alone for a long time
ever since i fell in love with you
should i be the one to go first
nothing will change for you
you can go on living without looking back.
it's not my style, but i believe in fate
i am looking for someone all the time
a free being who will not belong to anyone
just not found. it isn't me either.
if two shadows just for keeping company
mean something,
it will probably, probably make a difference
more than never having met at all.
someday when you've disappeared
i will be fine
the reason why i do not ask you anything
is to not love you more than now
should i be the one to go first
nothing will end for you
you can go on living without looking back.
someday when you're dead and gone
i will be fine
i have a feeling we will meet again
because you were somewhat like me.
should i be the one to go first
nothing will change for you
you can go on living without looking back
walking on... layering on...
flowing...
living on.
calling my name, as if confirming
i can still hear your voice
i, who will turn into ash in the morning light,
replied softly to the moving cigarette ember
once again, i may have fallen in love
with a man with saddened eyes
with so many things lost and destroyed,
i wished to be filled to the brim even just for a moment.
someday when you're dead and gone
i will be fine
i have been alone for a long time
ever since i fell in love with you
should i be the one to go first
nothing will change for you
you can go on living without looking back.
it's not my style, but i believe in fate
i am looking for someone all the time
a free being who will not belong to anyone
just not found. it isn't me either.
if two shadows just for keeping company
mean something,
it will probably, probably make a difference
more than never having met at all.
someday when you've disappeared
i will be fine
the reason why i do not ask you anything
is to not love you more than now
should i be the one to go first
nothing will end for you
you can go on living without looking back.
someday when you're dead and gone
i will be fine
i have a feeling we will meet again
because you were somewhat like me.
should i be the one to go first
nothing will change for you
you can go on living without looking back
walking on... layering on...
flowing...
living on.
Graduation (Sotsugyou)
by Yutaka Ozaki
in the shade of the school building, on the grass, below the transparent sky
i was experiencing the real and the surreal.
the bell rung so i sat in my usual seat
thinking of what to follow and what not to follow.
my heart is murmering. what i now have
seemed so meaningless, and i was confused.
roaming the streets after school, we are in the wind.
walked on desolate, with solitude in the eye.
in a cafe saturated with laughter and sighs,
we competed for the highest score at the pinball machine
my soul is bored. with a little stimulus
we chatted on exagerating about anything.
oh oh oh oh
i thought "fuck with being good with good manners".
went around breaking school windows at night.
continued to rebel and struggled on. wished to be free quickly.
in the struggles with grownups i couldn't trust,
forgiving one another, what did we understand of each other?
i was fed up but carried on.
one thing i was certain of...
the graduation from this domination!
we would get all excited about somebody's brawl
we all wanted to know how strong we were.
believing ernestly that the power was the only thing necessary
convinced ourselves that to follow was to lose.
we feined strength even to our friends
even if that ended up hurting somebody.
soon everyone fell in love, getting obsessed with
words of love and ideal love.
people say, be calculative in life
but we believed strongly in the straightforwardness of loving someone
what is important?... we were confused in differentiating between love
and what we must do in order to live.
oh oh oh oh
i thought "fuck with being good with good manners".
went around breaking school windows at night.
continued to rebel and struggled on. wished to be free quickly.
in the struggles with grownups i couldn't trust,
forgiving one another, what did we understand of each other?
i was fed up but carried on.
one thing i was certain of...
the graduation from this domination!
what the hell can we understand from graduating?
what will remain, apart from memories?
if everyone is a tied up hapless lamb,
teacher, are you a spokesman for the hapless grownups?
where should our anger be directed at?
what will tie me down from hereafter?
how many more times should i graduate myself
to arrive at the real me?
oh oh oh
without anybody noticing the freedom that is fixed,
our days of struggle are coming to an end.
the graduation from this domination.
the graduation from the struggles.
in the shade of the school building, on the grass, below the transparent sky
i was experiencing the real and the surreal.
the bell rung so i sat in my usual seat
thinking of what to follow and what not to follow.
my heart is murmering. what i now have
seemed so meaningless, and i was confused.
roaming the streets after school, we are in the wind.
walked on desolate, with solitude in the eye.
in a cafe saturated with laughter and sighs,
we competed for the highest score at the pinball machine
my soul is bored. with a little stimulus
we chatted on exagerating about anything.
oh oh oh oh
i thought "fuck with being good with good manners".
went around breaking school windows at night.
continued to rebel and struggled on. wished to be free quickly.
in the struggles with grownups i couldn't trust,
forgiving one another, what did we understand of each other?
i was fed up but carried on.
one thing i was certain of...
the graduation from this domination!
we would get all excited about somebody's brawl
we all wanted to know how strong we were.
believing ernestly that the power was the only thing necessary
convinced ourselves that to follow was to lose.
we feined strength even to our friends
even if that ended up hurting somebody.
soon everyone fell in love, getting obsessed with
words of love and ideal love.
people say, be calculative in life
but we believed strongly in the straightforwardness of loving someone
what is important?... we were confused in differentiating between love
and what we must do in order to live.
oh oh oh oh
i thought "fuck with being good with good manners".
went around breaking school windows at night.
continued to rebel and struggled on. wished to be free quickly.
in the struggles with grownups i couldn't trust,
forgiving one another, what did we understand of each other?
i was fed up but carried on.
one thing i was certain of...
the graduation from this domination!
what the hell can we understand from graduating?
what will remain, apart from memories?
if everyone is a tied up hapless lamb,
teacher, are you a spokesman for the hapless grownups?
where should our anger be directed at?
what will tie me down from hereafter?
how many more times should i graduate myself
to arrive at the real me?
oh oh oh
without anybody noticing the freedom that is fixed,
our days of struggle are coming to an end.
the graduation from this domination.
the graduation from the struggles.
Cosmos
by Momoe Yamaguchi
Pale pink cosmos are swaying
In the autumn sun
My mother, who is easily moved to tears these days,
Coughs once in the garden
She opens an album sitting on the porch
And goes on and on about my childhood
Over and over again
In a small voice as if talking to herself
On a tranquil day like this warm Autumn day
Her kindness seeps in right through me
She smiles and says to me who is getting married tomorrow
“Don’t you worry for time will turn
Your hard times into stories you can laugh at”
Going down the memory lane
There never was a day I was alone
I bite my lips as now I realize
How selfish I have been
I pack for tomorrow with her help
And it was fun for a while
But suddenly bursting into tears
My mother says to me “Take care of yourself” again and again
With the words “Arigato” engraved in my heart
I will live my life.
On a tranquil day like this warm Autumn day
Let me be your child
A little longer
Pale pink cosmos are swaying
In the autumn sun
My mother, who is easily moved to tears these days,
Coughs once in the garden
She opens an album sitting on the porch
And goes on and on about my childhood
Over and over again
In a small voice as if talking to herself
On a tranquil day like this warm Autumn day
Her kindness seeps in right through me
She smiles and says to me who is getting married tomorrow
“Don’t you worry for time will turn
Your hard times into stories you can laugh at”
Going down the memory lane
There never was a day I was alone
I bite my lips as now I realize
How selfish I have been
I pack for tomorrow with her help
And it was fun for a while
But suddenly bursting into tears
My mother says to me “Take care of yourself” again and again
With the words “Arigato” engraved in my heart
I will live my life.
On a tranquil day like this warm Autumn day
Let me be your child
A little longer
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