Cindipensoj

Du Tri historioj, 2114:

(teacher, please engage the student in an active listening exercise, as heshe will tend to wander during these overview segments)

1. Student, English became the language of the world because it was the language of the reigning superpower at the time that global communications tools became widespread. Since English was the language of global commerce, it became the lingua angla of, at first, businesspersons, then the elite of societies, and finally adopted by those remaining, who encountered mainly English on the World Wide Web and telegroups.

2. Student, Esperanto became a trans language as it spread on the internet, in social media and networking sites. The Foundation, together with its perceived neutrality and egalitarianism, made EO an attractive choice among youth who felt newly enfranchised in that dawning age of the global village, in which transworlding was becoming conceivable.

Student: 1. Yes, that's always been the way, all through history. I know, the language of might and of trade always becomes the lingua angla. And English happened to be that at the time of the comm age.

Student: 2. Yes, I know about that. The groupers, hangers and mesh netters were all talking, all over the planet. Even after governments shut down ISPs. They not only kept talking, they chose their language.

(instruisto, bonvole engaĝu la lernanton en aktiva aŭskultado, ĉar ŝli emos revi dum ĉi partoj de la superrigardo)

1. Studento, la angla iĝis la tutmonda lingvo ĉar angla estis la lingvo de la superpotenco tiam, kiam iloj por tutmonda komunikado estis inventitaj kaj unue uzitaj. Ĉar la angla estis la lingvo de tutmonda komercado, angla iĝis la interlingvo de, komence, komercistoj, tiam la elitoj de siaj socioj, por esti fine adoptita de la ordinaruloj de socioj, kiuj devis trakti la anglalingvajn Tutmondan Teksaĵon kaj telegrupojn.

2. Studanto, Esperanto iĝis translingvo pro la disvastiĝo de la lingvo per la interreto, la sociretejoj kaj interrilataj medioj. La Fundamento, kune kun la rigardita neŭtraleco kaj oportuneco al egalismo, logis la junularon, kiuj sentis novan kaj povan rajtigon en tiu aŭroro de la tutmonda vilaĝo en kiu transglobado iĝis konceptebla.

Studento: 1. Jes, ĉiam estis tiel tra la tuta historio. Mi scias, la lingvo de forto kaj de komerco ĉiam iĝas la interlingvo. Kaj la angla estis tiu interlingvo kiam okazis la parolepoko.

Studanto: 2. Mi scias pri tio. La rendevuemuloj kaj maŝaranoj daŭre parolis tutplanede, malgraŭ ke registaroj haltigis servojn de retprovizantoj. Ili ne nur daŭrigis la paroladon, ili ankaŭ elektis sian lingvon.

"La aventuroj de Andreo Jelky" aperis en la Hungara Elektronika Biblioteko.
Tradukinto: VIZI Laszlo: www.ipernity.com/home/eszperanto

Jen, la ligilo al ĉiuj esperantlingvaj libroj en la Hungara Elektronika Biblioteko: mek.oszk.hu/keresesek/keresesek.phtml?nyelv=epo
(ĉiam ĝisdata ligilo)
Bonan legadon al ni!

Taksado/Appraisal

Li volis esti originala, do li fortranĉis fingron kaj ĝin manĝis.
Ago jam farita.
Li volis scii celon iun de la vivo. Kial nur malmultaj en la tuta historio ŝajnis necesaj. Aŭ utilaj.
Kiam li komprenis, li formanĝis ĉion.

He wanted to do something original, so he cut off his finger and ate it.
It's been done, son.
He wanted to know the purpose of life. Why only a few in history have seemed necessary. Or helpful.
When he realized, he finished the meal.

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The only purpose in life is to reproduce?
That doesn't make sense. Why reproduce something that has no inherent worth?
Is it because creatures carry life? And 'life' wants to exist??? So reproduction is the passing of the torch of life?
That makes life the purpose of life.
The creatures' inherent worth would be the living of life. Life cannot be lived without living beings.
La sola celo de la vivo estas generado, ĉu?
Tio ne havas sencon. Kial generi ion/iun kiu havas neniun imanentan valoron? Ĉu ĉar animaloj portas la vivon? kaj la 'vivo' volas ekzisti? Do, generado estas la transdono de la torĉo de la vivo en stafeto?
Tio signifus ke vivo estas la celo de vivo.
La imanenta valoro de animalo estus la vivo de la vivo. Vivo ne povas esti vivata sen vivaĵoj.

I'm reading Siddhartha (translator Rosner). I suppose I haven't read it before. I love the style - that's the style of writing I cherish.
The above (flash fic?) didn't come from the book, but the following I gleaned from the first half:

serĉantoj de konoj estas la malamikoj de la Scio
searchers of information are the enemies of knowledge

ju pli vi penas disiĝi de vi, des pli vi komprenas vian izolon en vi.
the harder you try to leave your Self, the more you understand your isolation in yourself.

Se vi sukcese disiĝus de vi, vi ne ekzistus por tiu triumfo.
If you were to successfully separate from your Self, you would no longer exist to experience that triumph.

Tio, kio detruas sukcesan komunikadon, estas la vortoj.
Tio, kio detruas komprenon, estas la pensoj.
Tio, kio malhelpas la percepton, estas la sento.

That which destroys successful communication is words.
That which destroys understanding is thoughts.
That which hinders perception is the senses.

Sitting and doing

Hey you, reading on your porch.

When you don't know it, there's a plane in the sky!

Even when you don't see them, other people are actively living,

while you do nothing, other people are living: laboring and learning--

Don't you fret about the doings of life.

They're getting done.

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sitting and doing

read it two ways, please

#30in30
M

hoMe had a mountain
the culture quaked
it collapsed
into use.
Relationship, you say?
I shall accept and sit politely in your house..

Home is a solid word. A word of permanence. Yet it isn't.
Permanent.
Now home is an ever-shifting whim, from house to relations.
The word should be retired.
Take the Me from home and in its place put Use.
A house is all I can expect.

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#30in30
Right as rain

Granny Pyle didn't fire her shotgun often
only for snakes and when she imagined
that man coming to kill her.
We never understood some well-meaning soul
saying something should be done about her.
She drove a team of horses back home
after a bashed skull, blood blinding her.
And when I climbed a tree
trying to leave chores behind
she climbed up after me.
She took up jogging at 93,
not enough to do (no babies to raise).
Everybody since seems soft as light bread
and a little off.

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#30in30
Someone asked my problem

a migraine
broke through my bones
whistled blood
played my days gone
dark was baby skin
words hurt the brain, so pictures thought
silence was darkness of the ears
and a toilet my table.

(written the way I think and feel during a migraine)

[eo]
Iu demandis pri mia problemo

migreno
trarompis ostojn miajn
fajfis sangon
ludis miajn tagojn for
tenebro estis bebohaŭto
vortoj vundis mian cerbon, do bildoj pensis
silento estis la tenebro de la otoj
kaj fekujo mia tablo.

(mi uzis stilon kaj vortelektojn kiuj, laŭ mi, esprimas mian migrenon)

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#30in30 #opensource
To be built upon

Enter Linux, a pyramid in the jungle
at ground level
full of books
but no priests.
We can stay - Gnu added air conditioning.
We can build -
Gnu/Linux published their books
on air conditioned pyramids.

(it's cool :)
Gnu/Linux is something I think is very cool.

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#30in30
Rapid results

I was going to sit and write a subtle poem
but my dog rammed her body into my legs.
Which means she's hungry.

I was going to become more mature
but I live on a hill.
I can roll downhill so fast I get dizzy.

We were going to be courtly dames, but we hear
they're ladies-in-waiting.

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#30in30
Unlit

When is darkness light?
A rainbow depends on where you're standing.
The middle darkness between a double rainbow--
it's light,
unseen from your perspective.

When is light darkness?
we like them in other lands
our wars,
where we can't see them--
convenient line of sight to name our darkness light.

http://www.atoptics.co.uk/rainbows/adband.htm

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#30in30
Volcano flow

The tumors of the earth flow birth.
Odd. No correlation for us;
when we rupture, no child crawls out
dressed as hell.
Thankfully.
Is the planet another animal?
Why do I think that? In my mind, we sit like ticks
on a dog.
Maybe...the flow is fecal matter, adding to the surface
poop on which we flourish.
I think I'll stop thinking.

(I decided to show the way my thoughts run. Hey, where ya goin' --- are you running?)

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#30in30
No mental jailbreak for her

He lay there, caregiver turning him, washing him.
But he wasn't there.
He was in the jungle, setting a scene.
In his mind composing a few more pages.
He couldn't move, yet he could.

She forced herself to start the laundry.
Didn't check for stains.
Pain forced her down again.
She tried to picture an island paradise
but pain kept engulfing it in flames.

I was just thinking a little about chronic pain. I've been writing whatever I've been thinking about, with a couple of exceptions, when I turned to my 'Ideas' folder.

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#30in30
Aaron's patterns and designs-
Aaron's poetry and ours in G+

In the +ent, he draped his design for the following day.
Pa++ern makers aren't paid well, so he went home to soup.
The plussers will do their own fitting; first and last definitions: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fitting

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I wrote this yesterday, for G+. For a poet in G+
Actually, about a specific poem of his and a specific incident.

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#30in30
Zeloto in worship of a tool

Give yourself to the green goddess
and she'll dance on your tomb of uselessness.
The wife will dance alone to thinning bones.

As you look up from the songbook
in full worship of the words
do you see man, his meaning?

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Rapide, iom da traduko:

Se vi dediĉas vin al la verda dio
ŝi dancos sur via tombo de senutileco.
La edzino dancos sola al ostoj maldensiĝantaj.

Kiam vi levas la kapon de la himnaro
en plenadoro de la vortoj
ĉu vi vidas homon, lian celon?

verda dio = Esperanto
fanatikulo okupas sin nur pri Esperanto, neglektas la familion. (dum jardekoj - la edzino jam iĝas maljuna)

la vortoj = la lingvo Esperanto
lian = Zamenhof
homon, lian celon = homaranismon

#30in30
Success

Long past my death
deep in the earth
I will produce
one drop of oil.

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#30in30
Sing the sunrise

Eastern door
I open to Life
new Sun
birthing in a cloudnest.
Birds sing the sun closer.
I leave the door open
while I light the morning fire.
I will breathe on the smoke before the rise to you.
In my old age, I will sing.


sung* by the group Walela, including Rita Coolidge

[eo]
Kantu la sunleviĝon

Orientan pordon
mi malfermas al Vivo
nova Suno
en kovnesto de nuboj.
Kante birdoj altiras la sunon.
Mi lasas aperta la pordon
dum mi levas la matenan fajron.
Mi elspiros sur la fumon antaŭ la leviĝo al vi.
En mia maljunaĝo, mi kantos.

*The words in the song are ancient Cherokee words that go something like: I am of the Great Spirit; it is so

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A twofer:

#30in30
Boundaries

It finally dawned on me.
Most people stop at their own skin.

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Push Record

I saw another rainbow
this time dancing in a glass
held up to light.
I couldn't stop staring.
The guy holding it thought I was enamored.
I didn't even notice there was a guy attached to the glass
till I saw glittering eyes.
I thought about advising him of his held rainbow
but knew from lessons past
that's a faux pas.
Thank you, French words, for being so darn correct
even though you don't sound your own consonants.
He came toward me.
I blurted, "Back off. I want to look at your rainbow."
Oops.

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#30in30
Compulsory rest

Inside my head
there's a blackboard
where I write myself assignments-
Not!
Inside my head there's monkeys
jumping across the screen.
I try to translate them into words
with some success.
Sometimes one takes the pencil from my mental hand.

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