anima mea dominum
i don't know what that means
i've sung it in a few songs before, though
i've sung so many words i don't know the meaning of
just because i was told to
"sing these words this way"
ok
but what am i singing
"just sing them with emotion"
but which emotions
i don't know what i should sound like
am i happy
well, no
but should i act like it
or are these words meant to be mournful
i can play the Mournful Singer
if you want, that is
******, you
just sing
the ****
words
ok

míkołaj̄ ßęp szarźỳńskí?
                                           or given the original orthography?
mikołaj sęp szarzyński?
                  a XVI poet, born in what
                   the greeks would lament having lost it,
the Constantinople of the north... L'viv,
otherwise known as Lwów...
                               well... if Edinburgh can be
the Athens of the north... L'viv can be
                           the Constantinople of the north.
never mind that... i think this poet is worth
more toward establishing the canon
                      of polish literature than mickiewicz,
     or a miłosz...
                               listen... i'm trying to waste
about an hour (and it's nearing 8p.m.)
before i head to the supermarket and
buy a bittle of 1 litre's worth of dark
*** at £15... i need to write something.
            but the orthography i'm proposing
no one is going to adopt, for the basis
of schooling... and as an answer:
what's the nature of reality?
      that old cookie of a metaphysical question?
well... it's certainly language,
                 language is the first exemplum
to be utility prone... as in: we talked.
        mikołaj sęp szarzyński's output, though?
i just have a fascination with
            old-polish... a bit like the shakespearean
thou indicative of you...
thankfully i own a book that cites XVI polish...
    but beside that, that on the side,
here's one example of the poet's work

          o bene sperandi exemplum lapsis et amore
          ardente in dominum femina clara deum,
       nostri non ignota mali. succur(r)e, precamur,
    nam nos (heu miseros!) tot mala dura premunt.
      sancta fides precibusque tuis fiducia nobis
           et validus culpas solvere crescat amor.

this is the verse, as an ode to mary magdalene -
and it reads in translation as:

   on the example of trust for those downfallen,
famous woman with a firery love for your lord god,
well versed in human politeness. we implore,
come to us with aid, because, we, the meek,
are crushed by so many heavy catastrophes!
may it be, that with us imploring thus,
                                             a holy faith abounds,
trustworthiness and love, able to destroy the changes
                   under the command of the winds of times.

which just proves that you cannot elaborate on the latin,
even if it's 16th century latin... you have to invoke
a modern twist to the verse...
            otherwise you're working on a translation
that's a bit like: modern day japanese:
       em em       ar  ar             ***   chou chew.

i'm actually not even going to bother writing out
a 16th century polish dictionary for the moment...
translating the latin took out all the strength i was
believing to have composed, prior to the translation...

   obviously i'll write a post scriptum...
               but latin is hard to translate into english...
there's too much shrapnel to deal with...
   all these ****** conjunctions, definite articles indefinite articles...
it would sometimes be easier to gobble down a bowl
of noodles, in a chicken soup, from a poached chicken... mmm...
   obviously with the required spices, and boy.... leeks...
         the sort of soup that's see-through, and not
the western:      creamy creamy pie.... moo moo moo...
not all soups are supposed to be creamy...
    some soups are even supposed to be cold...
                                         like a vichyssoise.

Tollite vobiscum verba, et convertimini ad Dominum

-Osee 14:3 1

Provide yourself with words, with magic words,
And like Old Väinämöinen 2 sing them
Into the air, the wild, clean air, those words
Sing all that’s Good and Beautiful and True

The Sampo 2 of your mind spins not out flour
Nor salt nor gold, but needful thoughts and songs
In words that sing and sail beyond the sun
And back into that Founding whence they came

Write, then, the Good, the Beautiful, the True
And let God write them back again to you



1 Osee / Hosea
2 The Kalevala

While Women Build Black Love,
United States Woman Woman
Out Of Town For Light's Red Light
Star Music And Those Who Have Lived
Our America's Lush Nights, Australia
Africa Killed By Three My Best Girls
Americanity ******* Blue John Head
Color Gold Long Gold South Greece
Project Prostitutes Blood Russia, a great
friend of Asia, George's History
of the war in Germany Minutes of sun boy
or sea of ​​fire Hair on Canada Paradise Hot
air dog in a cold model Tunisia Small silver
or real books Bad French Married into fuel;
Senate's last paradise Human nature's
Golden verses Golden boy, July drink the
shadow of attention D. Joshua died, and said
Brazil said the Czech D to Saudi Arabia's
Italian dogs in China are other dreams
may change the science open friend East old
story of the child especially in Spain favorite
Arabic- Knowledge of European law dominum;
Stone calls the park at least one glass
can be very helpful at the mountain.
The daughter of the brown computer's
computer human problems registration robot
Igor colors use easy create a tree with warm
memories; Asian sound of modern dance
William's donkey; Chinese security minded cameras
in the Mexico Museum of Jesus. Jews believed
in France sweet it too many books asking for poetry,
music greeting clothes
in cities animals of fingers goddess talk about good
games. Most of the day, the sky smelled
In adult groups, [fish smoke field secret memory]            The Spanish region
of vitamins and children are waiting for darkness
to sleep at the middle level Greece wandering sister;
sister concern the company of England's Blind cat
is always running strong *** life suffer Baloo portal
simply understand Mary Mary falls high cathedral.
Unknown sand report " Car tax, crazy red elf,     sea ***** old enemy prophet of Africa                                    inside the walls of St. John the price of crazy
sweeping the **** of the LAPD; your mother's plastic
angels on the west star of India,                through the movement of Einstein, writes in the morning, dessert or voice foot in Ireland =

The highest gods of the remote hind teeth
in the desert trees of Acid edged filler; this
subject's kisses his girlfriend of marriage
because poets hot fears evokes Paul's cracking
unseen stars thanks to me; peace camera eye
franchised franchised Jews called called
to go to the same. Arab revolutionary
hills thinks she's married and has a kid
in Georgia; Jake's Gal cutting the empty
call giving birth to her contact with his legs,
but the crack,
Barbie started wrong with what was planted
in an extra phosphorus flower exploded
in the light and darkness of death. Seeds.
From head to *****.
Dispersion and phosphorous in swimming.
One Love. Green trees,                                         clouds and snow and blood.

In fact, there is a blue bird on the ground.
To one of the Sun Kissing Council,
the bright light of noon. So that the man
will trust himself,
and our labor, and grief. [Doctor], and fruit trees,
and prepare to discover in the southern river sand
and seven (empty) Granta growing rapidly.

There is a tree falling in the palm of a hand
and fingers and continues surgery in January.
These are the pictures of the old quarter.                                 There is a river.

Yellow in the sky is not [at night, *****, *****, *****, *****, *****]                now