Babelfishing Poetry: "Parallel Electricity"

Babelfishing Poetry: "Parallel Electricity"


Hello! You well? I hope so; well and happy.  This past week I have not been all that well or happy myself, having missed last week's Babelfish due to a brief stay in the hospital.  I am home now, though, and while I am trying to get back on my feet, let's enjoy some more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, nudge the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

Since it's Halloween, let's run Ray Parker Jr.'s "Ghostbusters" through the Babelfishing machine and see what happens (watch video here).  Enjoy. 


Parallel Electricity

This is a story,
animated.
Who are you,
Telin?

This is a story.
This is a lot.
Who can I contact,
Father?

Criminal accusation.
Other target intervention.
Noh, noh.
Dull.

Fair ground theory.
Open your aluminum foil.
What happens to you,
Father?

Is it a telephone call?
A mysterious search?

Good news is also clean.
Bear impossible, like cup child.
Parallel electricity.
Dull.

It's good for you and it's good for you.
I do not agree with the soul.


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Halloween Sights Around Town

Halloween Sights Around Town


I was in the hospital briefly a few days ago, but I'm home now.  I need to be careful for a while but I still need to get out of the house, especially now during this beautiful autumn weather, so on Sunday I went and took some pics of the Halloween decorations in my part of town.


Lots of creepy characters on display.













Rubber duckie is unaware of its imminent doom.





A flock of ghosts visits the park.





A cute li’l halloween gnome.





This very serious cat statue sits guard over a jack-o-lantern.





A cute couple.





Happy Halloween!




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Babelfishing Poetry: "Empty Eyes, Stolen Plastic"

Babelfishing Poetry: "Empty Eyes, Stolen Plastic"


Hello!  Friday, Friday, Friday!  Woo-hoo! *fist pump*  Time for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, modify the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

This week's feature, chosen at random, is alt-rock band Puscifer's dark song "Smoke And Mirrors" (listen to song here).  Enjoy. 


Empty Eyes, Stolen Plastic

Sometimes I am not afraid of it.
It is now bouncing and wearing a crown.
Tobako and other,
throat abstinence.

We all touch something good; all of us.
Due to the reason, I am alive, must-see.
I am a stoppage, and open.

Some people wake up; this is early.
What are you?
The sign of the mountain,
all victims.

I'm irresponsible.
This is a deadly time.
I'm irresponsible, and I suddenly reached my mind.

No, we all see it.
This is a ready-to-use device, an insulting ratio, and a broken connection.
Empty eyes, stolen plastic.

But not the king.
There is no king.

There are only 3 saints, a murderer, blood and meat.
Japanese variety.


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Lake Merced

Lake Merced


On Saturday D. and I did an errand in San Francisco, then we spent some time at Lake Merced before heading back home.  Here are some of the pics I took.


Raccoons here are acclimated to people and will approach quite closely -- not always a good thing.





When I don't offer any food, this one ambles away and climbs a tree.





This young one is very cute.





There are many waterfowl in the lake.











A look at another part of the lake.





Dragon boats, moored at the lake's edge, peek out from the reeds.





A look at the sky.





Autumn means it's floof season.  The coyote brush bushes near the lake are overachievers, producing prodigious seas of lighter-than-air floof that sails away in billows on the slightest breeze.









Autumn also means dried flower stalks, turning brown and brittle in the weak sun.





California aster, still hanging on with a few blooms.




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