" What are you without art? Nothing. "
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tilly_stratfordSpinning: Harder to breathe, Maroon 5
Lyric sample:
Does it kill
Does it burn
Is it painful to learn
That it's me that has all the control?
I've been reading loads of poetry lately. Yeah, well, I don't know why either. Anyway, here, for your own exquisite enjoyment, is three Norwegian poems translated by yours truly. Just for the fun of it, y'know...
Poor wish, by Tor Jonsson
If I was a god,
I would create
a quieter world
where everybody would love.
If I was a god,
I would create
love and death,
only love and death.
From some war or another by Jan Erik Vold
"We used splinter bombs
after all."
Right. So they used
splinter bombs
after all.
What
will they use next time after all?
And this following here is a quite well-known poem by Sigbjørn Obstfelder, and I adore it:
I look
I look at the wide sky,
I look at the grey-blue clouds,
I look at the blood-red sun.
So this is the world.
So this is the home of the planets.
A raindrop!
I look at the tall buildings,
I look at the thousands of windows,
I look at the distant church towers.
So this is the world.
So this is the home of humanity.
The grey-blue clouds gather. The sun disappeared.
I look at the finely dressed gentlemen,
I look at the smiling ladies,
I look at the stooping horses.
How the grey-blue clouds become heavier.
I see, I see...
I seem to have ended up on the wrong planet!
It's so strange here...
I never told you they were translated well, did I?
In completely other news, I might have gone over my head - in Project class, me and my group agreed to make the school's darkroom usable, since it's been packed down for years. As I am the only one who have ever used a darkroom before, I got the job to kinda overlook things and teach the others to use it. Only problem is I remember far from all you need to do to develop your own pictures. I remember my roll of pictures where mostly ruined because the teacher had put it on that... roll-thingy (see how technical I am?) wrong.
Still though, I loved developing my own black-and-white pictures - and because it didn't get quite perfect, it got this cool vintage-look I adore. Here you see the first picture I developed successfully meself:
This was last fall in Karl Johans gate, which is sort of the street backbone of Oslo and has been so for centuries. I took this standing on the old romantic orchestra stage, and way back you can see 'Studenten' which is a café/restaurant/pub that has also been there for ages. My father ate his first banana split there when he was young. I have no idea who those people are, so if you should recognise yourself, I'm truly sorry. I'm normally not some creep taking pictures of unknowing people.
Lyric sample:
Does it kill
Does it burn
Is it painful to learn
That it's me that has all the control?
I've been reading loads of poetry lately. Yeah, well, I don't know why either. Anyway, here, for your own exquisite enjoyment, is three Norwegian poems translated by yours truly. Just for the fun of it, y'know...
Poor wish, by Tor Jonsson
If I was a god,
I would create
a quieter world
where everybody would love.
If I was a god,
I would create
love and death,
only love and death.
From some war or another by Jan Erik Vold
"We used splinter bombs
after all."
Right. So they used
splinter bombs
after all.
What
will they use next time after all?
And this following here is a quite well-known poem by Sigbjørn Obstfelder, and I adore it:
I look
I look at the wide sky,
I look at the grey-blue clouds,
I look at the blood-red sun.
So this is the world.
So this is the home of the planets.
A raindrop!
I look at the tall buildings,
I look at the thousands of windows,
I look at the distant church towers.
So this is the world.
So this is the home of humanity.
The grey-blue clouds gather. The sun disappeared.
I look at the finely dressed gentlemen,
I look at the smiling ladies,
I look at the stooping horses.
How the grey-blue clouds become heavier.
I see, I see...
I seem to have ended up on the wrong planet!
It's so strange here...
I never told you they were translated well, did I?
In completely other news, I might have gone over my head - in Project class, me and my group agreed to make the school's darkroom usable, since it's been packed down for years. As I am the only one who have ever used a darkroom before, I got the job to kinda overlook things and teach the others to use it. Only problem is I remember far from all you need to do to develop your own pictures. I remember my roll of pictures where mostly ruined because the teacher had put it on that... roll-thingy (see how technical I am?) wrong.
Still though, I loved developing my own black-and-white pictures - and because it didn't get quite perfect, it got this cool vintage-look I adore. Here you see the first picture I developed successfully meself:
This was last fall in Karl Johans gate, which is sort of the street backbone of Oslo and has been so for centuries. I took this standing on the old romantic orchestra stage, and way back you can see 'Studenten' which is a café/restaurant/pub that has also been there for ages. My father ate his first banana split there when he was young. I have no idea who those people are, so if you should recognise yourself, I'm truly sorry. I'm normally not some creep taking pictures of unknowing people.
