Hello, how are you? How was your week? It has been unusually spring-like here, even in mid-January, and our rainfall totals are way below seasonal average, making it look like we will have another bad drought by winter's end (and possibly another horrific wildfire season this summer). But regardless of the weather conditions, it is Friday, and that means more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, alter the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week let's put Duke Ellington's "Mood Indigo" through the Babelfishing process (watch a clip of Ellington's orchestra performing the song here, or listen to an introspective rendition by Frank Sinatra here, or listen to Thelonious Monk's version here, or listen to a vigorous performance of the song by Nina Simone here, or listen to Dave Grusin's version here). Enjoy.
Let's Play Long Sweatshirts
He didn't know me. No.
You do not live
while you are in the soul.
I feel like he's stealing my shoes.
When I sat down, I reached out and said, 'Let's play long sweatshirts."
Marriage is like a marriage.
Because my son told me,
when there is little light in the evening,
I am alone in crying.
Don't actually deliver a husband.
I'm just a soul. I am sorry for you.
It could be bigger than wheat
when I suffer from eczema like that.
I robbed the bed and I was able to go.
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