Hello! And how are you today? Bright and breezy? Cheeky and cheerful? Chipper? Top-notch? Super-duper? Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed? Full of sunshine? Rarin' to go? Just ducky? Full of ginger? Ready to face the day? Hunky-dory? In the swim? Peachy-keen? On the ball? Up to snuff? A-OK? Copacetic? Right on? Cooking with gas? Spiffy? Okey-dokey? First-class? Capital? Fly? On fleek (do kids even still say that these days?)? Full of beans? Flawless? All of those put together? None of the above? No matter, because, regardless, it's time for some more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, play with the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week it's the jazz standard "My Funny Valentine" getting the babelfish treatment (listen to the Gerry Mulligan Quartet's elegiac instrumental version here, or listen to the inimitable Ella Fitzgerald's version here, or listen to a version by jazz icon Miles Davis here, or listen to Barbra Streisand's interpretation here, or listen to Elvis Costello's blunt, laconic version here, or listen to this free-ranging marathon rendition by Merl Saunders and Jerry Garcia here). Enjoy.
Barentain Deni Is Hatching
I'm happy to hear from this ballet!
Consistent with words and deeds.
Go away.
Some kind of temper speaks; a relaxed talk,
photographs that need to be immersive.
And I pray you, my lord.
Do you speak Klingon?
How much money do you want?
When you find your own distress,
you are more shared.
But you won't cooperate!
I rarely get executed.
Like the shadow of a warrior, we must not discern.
It's the last time you've gotten a bargain.
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