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22
Sep 10
The Fun Of Climbing
Amazing! My heart races just looking at the picture, yet there’s a feeling of serenity too.
20
Jun 10
Julian Assange (Wikileaks) Random Quote Generator
Julian Assange Random Quote Generator I made this with quotes from speeches and interviews by Julian Assange who is a representative of Wikileaks. It’s a simple and interesting way to see the ideas of Wikileaks and also many of the deep insights that leaked documents (and the subsequent reactions to them) have provided.
This is an ongoing project and will be updated regularly.
11
Jun 10
Borrowing A Horse
I noticed a small village in the distance, but before I reached it, rain began to fall and darkness closed in. I put up at a solitary farmer’s house for the night, and started again early next morning.
As I was plodding though the grass, I noticed a horse grazing by the roadside and a farmer cutting grass with a sickle. I asked him to do me the favor of lending me his horse. The farmer hesitated for a while, but finally with a touch of sympathy in his face, he said to me, ‘There are hundreds of cross-roads in the grass-moor. A stranger like you can easily go astray. This horse knows the way. You can send him back when he won’t go any further.’
So I mounted the horse and started off, when two small children came running after me. One of them was a girl named kasane, which means manifold. I thought her name was somewhat strange but exceptionally beautiful.
-Matsuo Basho
From: The Narrow Road to the Deep North and Other Travel Sketches
4
Jun 10
Arthur Rimbaud
LE DORMEUR DU VAL
C’est un trou de verdure où chante un rivière
Accrochant follement aux herbes des haillons
D’argent; où le soleil, de la montagne fière,
Luit: c’est un petit val qui mousse les rayons.
Un soldat jeune, bouche ouverte, tête nue,
Et la nuque baignant dans le frais cresson bleu,
Dort; il est étendu dans l’herbe sous la nue,
Pâle dans son lit vert où la lumière pleut.
Les pieds dans les glaïeuls, il dort. Souriant comme
Sourirait un enfant malade, il fait un somme:
Nature, berce-le chaudement: il a froid.
Les parfums ne font pas frissoner sa narine;
Il dort dans le soleil, la main sur sa poitrine,
Tranquille. Il a deux trous rouges au côté droit.
—Arthur Rimbaud
THE SLEEPER IN THE VALE
It’s a hollow of verdure where the river sings
clinging crazily to the greenery of rags
of silver; where the sun of the proud mountain
reflects: it’s a small vale that burbles the rays.
A young soldier, mouth open, head nude,
his nape bathing in the cool blue cress,
sleeps; he lies in flowering under the cloud,
pale in his green bed where the light pours.
Feet in gladiolas, he sleeps. Smiling
as a sick child would smile, he takes a nap:
Nature, rock him warmly: he is cold.
Sweet smells don’t tickle his nostril;
he dozes in the sun, hand over his chest,
peacefully. Two red holes on his right side.
