tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893400896868710226.post4543416527746222173..comments2023-07-01T11:52:35.703+03:00Comments on my windows: kind of blueRoxanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14744287536426329556noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893400896868710226.post-18877587105003783392015-11-08T09:46:01.819+02:002015-11-08T09:46:01.819+02:00;-) nu este patetic.
ne imbratisam in bordo si in...;-) nu este patetic. <br />ne imbratisam in bordo si in albastru.<br />albastru nu cred ca agrees with us. ;-) poate turcoise-ul, dar albastrul.... ;-)Cristinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03712519723409889530noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893400896868710226.post-6260434809976878712015-11-06T10:47:31.010+02:002015-11-06T10:47:31.010+02:00did anyone ever tell you..you ask too many questio...did anyone ever tell you..you ask too many questions!<br /><br />:-)<br /><br />Reason not the need, dear child.billoohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10716970909272480118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893400896868710226.post-11565340491806910802015-11-05T18:30:50.804+02:002015-11-05T18:30:50.804+02:00the german poem is the original, the english versi...the german poem is the original, the english version the translation :-)Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14744287536426329556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893400896868710226.post-50492142469818769562015-11-05T18:30:22.748+02:002015-11-05T18:30:22.748+02:00da, imaginea este inainte de instalarea completa a...da, imaginea este inainte de instalarea completa a toamnei, dar doar acum m-am invrednicit sa o pun :-)<br /><br />multumesc dragei ca a venit, sa ne imbratisam in albastru (am spus ceva patetic acum :-)Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14744287536426329556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893400896868710226.post-68045852989464618782015-11-05T18:29:25.549+02:002015-11-05T18:29:25.549+02:00thank you for your lovely comments, Madeleine, and...thank you for your lovely comments, Madeleine, and for your support, you are very generous! and i am glad that i could bring you so much joy with such a modest post :-)<br /><br />"the joy of being alive enough to feel and express the blueness" - who could have said this better?!!! yes!!!Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14744287536426329556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893400896868710226.post-40874043630149033832015-11-03T17:34:17.900+02:002015-11-03T17:34:17.900+02:00no, not down - well the poem is, yes - but it'...no, not down - well the poem is, yes - but it's one just of the many faces of blue... your quote here is wonderful, i will look for that story and read it...<br /><br />hi, b! how come you came here to talk to me? i imagined these windows were long forgotten (i myself barely remembered them :-)Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14744287536426329556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893400896868710226.post-16671530577345752422015-11-03T17:30:22.565+02:002015-11-03T17:30:22.565+02:00oh my - that is so beautiful - and i had no idea B...oh my - that is so beautiful - and i had no idea Benn wrote such poems as well - how did you think of it, anon? don't tell me you sleep with Benn's poems on your night table? how did you remember it, just then???Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14744287536426329556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893400896868710226.post-34317666865144061712015-11-03T17:29:00.652+02:002015-11-03T17:29:00.652+02:00the bent petals!!! how closely you looked... no, i...the bent petals!!! how closely you looked... no, i think they are bent because someone pressed the vase against the window pane and it just so happened that two petals were bent like that upon each flower head - this seems to be, of course, in itself - an important detail, though who could even dream of interpreting it?Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14744287536426329556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893400896868710226.post-81076276509136324312015-11-03T17:27:36.167+02:002015-11-03T17:27:36.167+02:00oh erin
you went directly to that part, "is d...oh erin<br />you went directly to that part, "is dead" - which i also found brilliant - and which, unfortunately, or fortunately for us, makes out of the translation a poem on its own, as it is not in the original... which says, simpler and more direct: i weep for the dead one (meaning: for the dead keyboard, which is feminine in german).<br /><br />and also - but this doesn't surprise me any longer - you raised the question of chronology, how viewing the pics in a certain order changes the meaning, i tried both ways, and couldn't make up my mind between interpretations... what would have the reverse told about me, if i had chosen it? the "romanticized" version? :-) Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14744287536426329556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893400896868710226.post-48333360765332518202015-11-03T17:23:20.838+02:002015-11-03T17:23:20.838+02:00nu stiu!!!! nu cred ca sunt adevarate :-) si eu m-...nu stiu!!!! nu cred ca sunt adevarate :-) si eu m-am intrebat - eu cred ca sunt fie artificiale, fie colorate artificial... am cunoscut barbati care viseaza la flori artificiale (cum suna asta! :-) - si ma intreb daca exista femei cu asemenea pasiuni... e o intrebare importanta, de ce ar prefera cineva, ca reverie, nu pentru considerente practice, florile artificiale...Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14744287536426329556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893400896868710226.post-64526540694061734692015-11-03T17:21:24.257+02:002015-11-03T17:21:24.257+02:00thank you for this poem, i found it difficult at f...thank you for this poem, i found it difficult at first, because of the language and some blue references i had to check - but it has a mysterious beauty about it, and i came to love it... <br /><br />in fact, after posting this and seeing the response here (as i got a marvelous Benn blue-poem as well, did you see? below -) i got an exciting idea: to make a book of poems about colours, with my photos as well - that is, translate the poems into romanian, if i can do that (that's another question, though it is the crux of the matter :-)... and have colour-poems that i love, grouped accordingly... what do you say? it could be a gorgeous book, if printed in certain conditions (though that's exactly what will not happen haha)Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14744287536426329556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893400896868710226.post-47835442314018434832015-11-03T17:11:28.655+02:002015-11-03T17:11:28.655+02:00thank you, that was unexpected! :-)thank you, that was unexpected! :-)Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14744287536426329556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893400896868710226.post-19488605055047224232015-10-27T01:59:48.431+02:002015-10-27T01:59:48.431+02:00oh by the way Roxana I didn't notice your tran...oh by the way Roxana I didn't notice your translation in german in the comment box.-beautiful thankyou for doing that I will explore it.<br />hugs and luminositycrederaehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16038411399928825394noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893400896868710226.post-22468497301110503062015-10-26T09:49:16.309+02:002015-10-26T09:49:16.309+02:00daaa, trebuie sa agree with pensum on this one: th...daaa, trebuie sa agree with pensum on this one: the first image is pure beauty.<br /><br />este absolut miraculoasa toata postarea, in mijlocul tututor culorilor din toamna, parca nu te astepti sa vezi albastrul acesta, atat de clar, de puternic. si eu, ca cerasela, m-am intrebat daca sunt adevarate florile acelea. cred ca sunt, totusi ;-)Cristinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03712519723409889530noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893400896868710226.post-14264003964261161072015-10-23T03:01:27.065+03:002015-10-23T03:01:27.065+03:00My beautiful friend Roxana.How wonderful that you ...My beautiful friend Roxana.How wonderful that you are writing in your journal. <br />thankyou for another one of your masterpeices -it can only be so long that Ican exist in this octave without a new masterpiece from you.<br />this blue is gripping Im filled with joy at you writing here but at the same time I feel the despair of blue and the joy embraces me and yes the harmonic pause of blue and joy mixed perhaps the joy of being alive enough to feel and express the blueness.<br /><br />have a beautiful day<br />HUGScrederaehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16038411399928825394noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893400896868710226.post-30952069375135481312015-10-22T09:45:19.051+03:002015-10-22T09:45:19.051+03:00Why so down, kid?
"And everything will be as...Why so down, kid?<br /><br />"And everything will be as it was then. All shall be blue around me, and in the midst of the blue my heart will be innocent and free, and will beat gently..."billoohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10716970909272480118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893400896868710226.post-3079045271332977052015-10-22T09:15:23.891+03:002015-10-22T09:15:23.891+03:00I enter the deep blue hour-
here is the landing, ...I enter the deep blue hour-<br /><br />here is the landing, the chain shuts behind<br /><br />and now in the room only carmine on a mouth<br /><br />and a bowl of late roses-you!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893400896868710226.post-42180682120173110022015-10-22T04:09:57.838+03:002015-10-22T04:09:57.838+03:00the "Is dead" on its own like that! seem...the "Is dead" on its own like that! seems genius to me. is the poem to me. not enough energy to link this fragment. no hope. given up. (but not really, for there is the poem, isn't there? and this is the entreaty, which is a form of hope.)<br /><br />and for what blue is. what <i>is </i>blue, anyway? the question with profound implications for being and our perception of being, our articulation of the world.<br /><br />yes, i agree, that first photograph. the romantic one. (are we all so predictable?) and yet with each photograph, each interpretation, revelation, i gasped. revelation indeed.<br /><br />and why the two petals bent like that upon each flower head? a peculiarity of this specific type of flower? or the plant itself? or happenstance?<br /><br />and what was revealed to me through this sequence, which began so close to the heart, as though it were skin or blood itself, is that you became not the viewed, but the voyeur. for at first it seemed you were the romanticized version. but then you moved further and further away, revealing your earthly stance. this was terribly interesting. erinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16636371927224076866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893400896868710226.post-89457044009468933752015-10-21T17:53:04.721+03:002015-10-21T17:53:04.721+03:00eu o sa pun o intrebare prostesc-inadecvata: sunt ...eu o sa pun o intrebare prostesc-inadecvata: sunt adevarate florile acelea? adica, exista cu adevarat acel albastru? ma gandesc ca el nu poate fi posibil decat, o clipa, langa acele porti care s-ar deschide precum noaptea de sanziene la eliade. si, daca acele porti s-ar deschide, nu s-ar vedea nimic altceva decat Acel albastru, nu s-ar auzi decat Acele note, la fel de albastre...<br />este, oricat de sceptic ai deveni odata cu timpul, o atat de mare mirare fereastra cuiva. dincolo de aceasta imi imaginez ca trebuie sa existe neaparat o pelerina de catifea albastra si o oglinda cu marginile patinate, ovala, in care lucrurile ar putea fi vazute ca in imaginile tale.<br />mi-a fost atat de dor de aici, de albastruMiriamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01601854700485778610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893400896868710226.post-90485454281186608312015-10-21T05:34:06.674+03:002015-10-21T05:34:06.674+03:00yes, the first photo is breath-taking:-)
i like t...yes, the first photo is breath-taking:-)<br /><br />i like the translation, as a poem in its own right, but it is very different from the German poem ... though i can't imagine how to do it better, and it might be impossible ...<br /><br />and this in reply, on blue ...<br /><br /><br /><i><b>KIND OF BLUE</b><br />by Lynn Powell<br /><br />Not Delft or <br />delphinium, not Wedgewood<br />among the knickknacks, not wide-eyed chicory <br />evangelizing in the devil strip—<br /><br />But way on down in the moonless <br />octave below midnight, honey,<br />way down where you can't tell cerulean <br />from teal.<br /><br />Not Mason jars of moonshine, not <br />waverings of silk, not the long-legged hunger <br />of a heron or the peacock's <br />iridescent id—<br /><br />But Delilahs of darkness, darling,<br />and the muscle of the mind<br />giving in.<br /><br />Not sullen snow slumped <br />against the garden, not the first instinct of flame, <br />not small, stoic ponds, or the cold derangement<br />of a jealous sea—<br /><br />But bluer than the lips of Lazarus, baby, <br />before Sweet Jesus himself could figure out<br />what else in the world to do but weep.</i><br /><br />,James Owenshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07614935078978354375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893400896868710226.post-35254979212661975712015-10-21T00:27:27.047+03:002015-10-21T00:27:27.047+03:00That title seems familiar...
kind of blue--done i...That title seems familiar...<br /><br />kind of blue--done in style<br /><br />if i were a gallery owner i would exhibit number three (then wouldn't let anyone in so as to admire it in peace)<br /><br />(do you want me to translate the poem for your non-German readers? The first line in 'my keyboard is blue.')Prosperohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07114988815558549577noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893400896868710226.post-47507618638069865952015-10-20T21:25:30.668+03:002015-10-20T21:25:30.668+03:00my my, that first photo is gorgeous. my my, that first photo is gorgeous. pensumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08253154717997773018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893400896868710226.post-27016619660555183992015-10-20T21:14:46.346+03:002015-10-20T21:14:46.346+03:00Mein blaues Klavier
Ich habe zu Hause ein blaue...Mein blaues Klavier<br /><br /><br /><br />Ich habe zu Hause ein blaues Klavier<br /><br />Und kenne doch keine Note.<br /><br />Es steht im Dunkel der Kellertür,<br /><br />Seitdem die Welt verrohte.<br /><br />Es spielten Sternenhände vier –<br /><br />Die Mondfrau sang im Boote.<br /><br />– Nun tanzen die Ratten im Geklirr.<br /><br />Zerbrochen ist die Klaviatur.<br /><br />Ich beweine die blaue Tote.<br /><br />Ach liebe Engel öffnet mir<br /><br />– Ich aß vom bitteren Brote –<br /><br />Mir lebend schon die Himmelstür,<br /><br />Auch wider dem Verbote.Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14744287536426329556noreply@blogger.com