Saturday, March 26, 2005

Gizoogling Cavafy

This is wrong, I know it is. But I can't help it. Everyone is gizoogling and I had the wicked idea of Gizoogling the Cavafy poems I posted here the other day.

Sorry. This is wrong. But I can't help it.

Translations thanks to Gizoogle


Monotony

One monotizzles day is followed
by anotha monotizzles identical day like old skool shit. The sippin' wizzill happen, they will happen again --
the same moments find us n leave us.

A month passes n hustla in anotha month.
One easily guesses tha com'n events;
they is tha perpetratin' ones of yesterday.
And tha morrow ends up not resembl'n a morrow anymore.


The Nizzy Table

He must be barely twenty-two years old-
yet Im certain jizzust `bout that long ago
I enjoyed tha very same body.

It isnt erotic rappa at all.
And I came into tha casino only a few minutes ago,
so I aint had time ta driznink vizzle much.
I enjoyed thiznat very same body.

And if I dont rememba where, this one lapse of memory doesnt mizzle a th'n.

There, now tizzle hes sippin' dizzay at tha nizzy table,
I recognize every motion he makes -and killa his clothes
I see again tha limbs that I loved, naked.


At tha cafe door

sum-m Sum-m they said beside me
made me look toward tha cafe door,
and i saw that lovely body W-H-to-tha-izzich seemed
as though eros in his mastery had fashioned it,
joyfully shap'n its well-formed weed-smokin' its tizzle build,
shap'n its face tenderly,
and leav'n, witta touch of tha rappa particizzles impression on tha brow, tha eyes, tha lips.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Wendy said...

The Nizzy Table!! You're onto something here. I'm going to gizoogle some of Shakespeare's sonnets.

1:03 am  
Blogger kathryn said...

Ha! How'd you go with Shakespeare?

10:02 am  

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