moonlight

Moonlight

My brain is melting, can’t really read or write anything. Today is ‘take photos and post them on the Instagram instead of studying’ day.

Also, to continue with today’s grand achievements – I made ice coffee and poured in a couple of drops of spoiled milk, drank it right away, loved it. In my defense, it didn’t smell or taste bad, only the texture was… well, questionable.

To get myself mentally back on track, I am posting one of my favourite poems, the one that decorates one of my bedroom walls. Whenever I mention poetry, there’s 95 percent of chance that I’m turning into your grandma and talking about French 19th-century symbolism movement.  This is Paul Verlaine‘s Clair de lune (Moonlight) from his 1869 collection of poems Fêtes galantes. Read carefully, add a bit of (non spoiled) milk, three ice cubes, mix it all up in  a cocktail shaker and enjoy.

 

Votre âme est un paysage choisi
Que vont charmant masques et bergamasques
Jouant du luth et dansant et quasi
Tristes sous leurs déguisements fantasques.

Tout en chantant sur le mode mineur
L’amour vainqueur et la vie opportune
Ils n’ont pas l’air de croire à leur bonheur
Et leur chanson se mêle au clair de lune,

Au calme clair de lune triste et beau,
Qui fait rêver les oiseaux dans les arbres
Et sangloter d’extase les jets d’eau,
Les grands jets d’eau sveltes parmi les marbres.       

Your soul is a landscape fair and fine
Where charming masqueraders swarm
Playing the lute and dancing and being almost
Sad beneath their fanciful costume.

Singing together in a minor key
Of love conquests and the life of risks,
In their fortune they do not seem to believe;
And their song melts into the lunar beam.

The quiet moon beam, sad and beautiful,
That lulls the birds in the trees to dream
And makes the fountain jets sob in a spree,
The tall slender jets that soothe the marbles.

       

* Finding different versions of poems, even from professional translators can be pretty frustrating because the new version never completely captures the whole point, the core of what the poet had in mind. It’s probably one of the main reasons why I will never stop learning foreign languages – to be able to enjoy literature in its original form. One day.

 

 

 

Keep Your Reality Away From Me

Ricochet is such an awesome word, repeat it out loud for at least 15 times, amazing. Next thing you know, David Guetta’s Titanium is playing in your head  for the rest of your life, you’re more than welcome!

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I’m bulletproof, nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
Ricochet, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away

But I digress, my mind is super fast but lacks focus, even more than usual, much more. I had five and a half biiiig cups of coffee (with just a hint of milk) since this morning and as we are approaching 6 PM, heart attack is starting to look like a logical ending to this lovely evening. I slept for two hours last night because I was watching the Oscars, just like I did the year before and the year before that. I am a hypocrite, I know. I am aware of it, so that makes it acceptable. More importantly,  for some of us Europeans the last Monday morning in February tastes like coffee, sugar and dark circles under eyes sprinkled with a dash  of hysteria. Sleep deprived, but determined that it was worth it, armed with fresh knowledge deriving from the center of the La La Land, a place that never truly existed, but it feels good to believe it’s for real. It’s very similar to religion and just like religious rituals, there is always a certain sacrifice a person needs to undertake.

To me, the best part about the Oscars and similar, highly mediatized events is the projection of safety and false togetherness, a sense that everything is OK and that unity and tolerance and art will prevail even when the highlight of the evening are racism, borders and bigotry. It’s hard not to feel joy after people of different races have shared the stage, handed and received awards and delivered inspiring, almost revolutionary speeches. Almost. Of course they mostly represent a privileged group of people which doesn’t share the rest of the world’s crucial problems, of course they write speeches in advance, of course they enjoy the attention…  but at least they are, in a way, giving a voice to those problems. Those messages circle the world in juxtaposition with all the hottest Ryan Gossling memes and that is not neglectable.

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And also, along with the scripted drama, there was the non planed pinnacle in form of strange faux pas at the very end of the show, which I haven’t seen live because I turned off the TV as soon as I heard that La La Land won the best picture award and finally went to sleep. Perfect timing as always.  I was sad when I realized I was only a few moments away from witnessing live the biggest award mistake in the history of  our time (I know I am exaggerating, but that’s the point!), although I was very happy to learn this morning that Moonlight is the actual winner. Oh the drama, the glamour, the humour, the controversy, Trump, botox, Mahershala, Matt Damon vs. Jimmy Kimmel, Jennifer Aniston who looks like Iggy Pop, the awkwardness, tears and gold – this year’s Oscar season had it all. 

Good night and see you next year!

 

Yours truly,

xoxo