Babelfishing Poetry: "Why Do You Always Run, Ball?"

Babelfishing Poetry: "Why Do You Always Run, Ball?"


Hello!  And how are you lovely bloggity people today?  Great, I hope.  Aside from being extremely nervous and anxious about the general state of the world these days, I'm doing great myself.  So let's try to soothe some of that anxiety by enjoying some Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, adjust the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

This week we feature alt-country artist Jenny Lewis's "The Big Guns" (listen to song here).  Enjoy. 


Why Do You Always Run, Ball?

Out
is a way.
Privatization have private.

Born.
Be born,
away.

The middle ground;
away.

Ha.
No, no.
Be more life.
Private behind the curve, dragged the team seen.
Great, great, great; private,
we are, but I am bloody tired of belonging.

The middle ground.
The normal private traditional.
I would have thought a ghost.

What is your job?
Why do you always run,
ball?


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Sunnyvale Levees

Sunnyvale Levees


On Sunday D. and I visited the levee trails near Sunnyvale Baylands, and I took some pics.


Dead thistles greet us near the trailhead.





The view across the marsh.





A white pelican swims near the water treatment plant ponds.





The hooked beak of a double-crested cormorant is visible in this pic.





A ground squirrel basks in the trail's warm dirt.





A mallard family is out for a swim.





The trail circles the water treatment ponds.





Wilson's phalaropes are a type of sandpiper that eat small aquatic invertebrates.







Pelicans take flight across the ponds.





The levees run between water treatment ponds, and host warning signs for visitors.





The landing lights on this jet taking off from nearby San José International Airport lend it a somewhat ominous appearance.





Ruddy duck hen.





Looking across the marsh on our way back.




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Babelfishing Poetry: "British-Style Top"

Babelfishing Poetry: "British-Style Top"


Hello! Lovely to see you, thank you for stopping by, and woo-hoo, it's Friday already.  Hooray!  Let's kick off the weekend with some more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, tweak the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

Described as "a father's lament over the devaluation of physical family keepsakes in the digital era," this week's feature is Ariel Pink's hypnagogic pop-styled song "Picture Me Gone" (listen to song here, or, if you dare, watch the really unsettling and creepy official video here).  Enjoy. 


British-Style Top

Flesh.  Flesh now.
The body is current.
The apparent give a newborn child.
Are you staying here?

Camera check.
And I love that you touched him.
You can't understand it,
and they'd never help.
Money is still your father's.
  
I own a shrapnel, self-discipline, other Japanese snakes, iCloud, dead person or deceased.
Only the Great Hall of Ghost is in Mexico.
Download my iPhone.

Flesh leaves the flesh
if you are between 8 and 45 years old.
Give this information to the baby,
in my hometown.

British-style top.


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Monday Movies: Fireworks 4

Monday Movies: Fireworks 4


Monday Movies: 20 seconds (more or less) of video from the world around me.

This week: Since there were no fireworks this year due to COVID-19, here is twenty-one seconds of an early part of my town's show from Fourth of July 2016.  Enjoy.




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Babelfishing Poetry: "Logical, Rational, Logical, Boo"

Babelfishing Poetry: "Logical, Rational, Logical, Boo"


Hello! Would you like to see some more Babelfishing Poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, tinker with the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem?  You would? Well hot diggity, you're in luck, because here it comes!

This week it's the traditional Yale University fight song "Boola Boola" (listen to the Haydn Quartet vocal ensemble sing the song here, or listen to a recording of Arthur Pryor's Band performing it here, or watch video of a player piano playing the song here, or listen to a music box rendition of the song here).  Enjoy. 


Logical, Rational, Logical, Boo

Why, then, are we here now, are we here now?
Just take a look at the note book.
Some of those removed Harvard University, improving management
again, and a new bug said,
"High superstitious throw."
You can no longer sit and sigh.
Boolean?  OK, Po!  Boolean, Boolean, Pu,
Logical, Bo, logical, rational, logical, Boo!

Boolean.  Boolea.  Boolean.  Boolean value.
Boolean.  Boolean.  Boolean.  Boolean.
Old faces a rough Harvard University,
others smell a Boolean.
On your way! On your way! On your way!  Stage!
Ale Ale!
Oops! Yale Yale!


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Coyote Creek Lagoon Off-Trail

Coyote Creek Lagoon Off-Trail


On Sunday D. and I returned to the Coyote Creek Lagoon trail to go off-trail in another direction.  It wasn't very interesting, but here are some of the pics I took anyway.


Rose hips are ripening at the trailhead.





Canada geese hang out in Coyote Creek.





A black-necked stilt wades in a pond in the salt marsh.





This stilt is yelling at us in a high shrill voice as we pass by.





The reason for the screamin': its chick swims nearby.





Snowy egrets in Coyote Creek.







Looking across the marsh.





The trail is extremely overgrown and full of tinder-dry weeds.





Seaside heliotrope.





A view across the creek, choked with vegetation.





Small ponds dot the marsh.





A buckeye pod, with tiny spines.





A prickly pear cactus is bearing fruit.





Another look across the marsh.





Someone's ukulele lessions haven't paid off, I guess.





Cheerful graffiti in a drainage culvert near the trailhead.




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