With Continual Reference to Justin Kahn.

Friday, April 14, 2006

My Other Project

When I am not working on my Autobiography,I have been working on,"The Divine Comedy: A New Translation." Doubtless, Dante is dancing in his grave. One of the things that is going to set this particular translation apart is that I am translating the whole thing not only into English, but into Haiku. That makes the task all the harder, but just the same I am up to it. Here's a sample from the opening Canto:

Midway on Justin's journey
I found myself lost
In woods, the right road lost--D'Oh!

Obviously that last line was tricky, b/c haiku is a very rigid form: you must have 7 syllables. But I adapted rather nicely and believe this is going to shape up into a fairly significant literary event.


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14 comments:

riyan said...

nice blogs

Gentleman-hobbs said...

Indeed

Shannon Byous said...

Completely entertaining reading what you write.

Thanks!

Shannon

WIP said...

I thought Haiku's were supposed to be 5syllables/7 syllables/ and 5 syllables i think you have it backwords.

as a writer of poetry i'm outraged. :)

just thought you should know that.
otherwise it's good

Justin said...

riyan and gentleman:
Thanks.

Indeed.

Justin

Justin said...

Shannon: I find you to be a sharp and interesting critic in the tradition of Samuel Johnson, T.S. Eliot and Other Smart People.

I thank you.

Justin

Justin said...

WIP: This Haiku is for You
Syllables are hard
So Please Don't Criticize me

Justin said...

P.S. WIP: But thanks for liking it anyway.

Jenn said...

TS Eliot. Hmmmm.

So you like TS Eliot.

Hmmmmmmmmm.

WIP said...

I suppose, no one said you couldn't do it that. it's still "Haiku" form, just modernized?

I've never been good with Haiku's i always need to express myself with more words.

SO who am I critisize ? I obviously can't. But I can try. :)

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whoami123 said...

.
We work like a horse.
We eat like a pig.
We like to play chicken.
You can get someone's goat.
We can be as slippery as a snake.
We get dog tired.
We can be as quiet as a mouse.
We can be as quick as a cat.
Some of us are as strong as an ox.
People try to buffalo others.
Some are as ugly as a toad.
We can be as gentle as a lamb.
Sometimes we are as happy as a lark.
Some of us drink like a fish.
We can be as proud as a peacock.
A few of us are as hairy as a gorilla.
You can get a frog in your throat.
We can be a lone wolf.
But I'm having a whale of a time!

You have a riveting web log
and undoubtedly must have
atypical & quiescent potential
for your intended readership.
May I suggest that you do
everything in your power to
honor your encyclopedic/omniscient
Designer/Architect as well
as your revering audience.
As soon as we acknowledge
this Supreme Designer/Architect,
Who has erected the beauteous
fabric of the universe, our minds
must necessarily be ravished with
wonder at this infinate goodness,
wisdom and power.

Please remember to never
restrict anyone's opportunities
for ascertaining uninterrupted
existence for their quintessence.

There is a time for everything,
a season for every activity
under heaven. A time to be
born and a time to die. A
time to plant and a time to
harvest. A time to kill and
a time to heal. A time to
tear down and a time to
rebuild. A time to cry and
a time to laugh. A time to
grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones
and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a
time to turn away. A time to
search and a time to lose.
A time to keep and a time to
throw away. A time to tear
and a time to mend. A time
to be quiet and a time to
speak up. A time to love
and a time to hate. A time
for war and a time for peace.

Best wishes for continued ascendancy,
Dr. Whoami


P.S. One thing of which I am sure is
that the common culture of my youth
is gone for good. It was hollowed out
by the rise of ethnic "identity politics,"
then splintered beyond hope of repair
by the emergence of the web-based
technologies that so maximized and
facilitated cultural choice as to make
the broad-based offerings of the old
mass media look bland and unchallenging
by comparison."

WIP said...

that is the longest comment ever !