Տաք ջուր է ցնցուղ,
դուք լվանում հեռավորության վրա, թե ինչ ենք արել.
Կամ գոնե փորձում եք.
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Hot water in the shower,
you wash away everything we just did.
Or at least you try.
09 Tuesday Apr 2013
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Տաք ջուր է ցնցուղ,
դուք լվանում հեռավորության վրա, թե ինչ ենք արել.
Կամ գոնե փորձում եք.
.
Hot water in the shower,
you wash away everything we just did.
Or at least you try.
09 Tuesday Apr 2013
Posted in Armenian, Poetry, Translation
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Ես հասկանում եմ ձեր երազանքների.
Ոչինչ մի անհանգստացեք.
Ձեր գաղտնի ապահով.
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I understand your dreams.
Do not worry.
Your secret is safe.
09 Tuesday Apr 2013
Posted in Armenia, Erotic, Poetry, Translation
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Armenian, Pablo Neruda, poem, Sappho, translation, Walt Whitman
Ուիթմեն. Սապփո. Ներուդա.
Տաղ. Հնչեակ. Վիպերգ.
Ես գրում եմ իմ բանաստեղծությունները վրա ձեր ծլիկ.
Whitman. Sappho. Neruda.
Ode. Sonnet. Ballad.
I write my poems on your clit.
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Notes:
As far as I know these are the correct spellings in Armenian of these poets’ names. Պաբլո Ներուդա (Pablo Neruda), Ուոլթ Ուիթմեն (Walt Whitman) and Սապփո (Sappho).
Writing, as they say, is a gamble. We put our art out for the world to see, and then hope the reader enjoys it enough to write back. Some people find their audience right away and some never do. I have no idea where the audience for this poem is, but I am willing to take the chance that once I send it out into the void that is the Internet it will, slowly, find its way to the one who it’s intended for. And who knows? That person might even help me with my grammar, since my ability to write in Armenian is շատ վատ (very bad). Cheers!
08 Monday Apr 2013
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08 Monday Apr 2013
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Annette Funicello dead at 70
L.A. Times: “Annette Funicello, the dark-haired darling of TV’s The Mickey Mouse Club in the 1950s who further cemented her status as a pop-culture icon in the ’60s by teaming with Frankie Avalon in a popular series of “beach” movies, died Monday. She was 70.”
Top photo: Annette Funicello (right) and Darlene Gillespie were the female co-stars in the “New Adventures of Spin and Marty,” a 30-part serial presented on Disney’s Mickey Mouse Club during the 1957-1958 season.
Second photo: Funicello (right) and Gillespie met again as adults to celebrate “Mickey’s 40th Anniversary” on Walt Disney’s Wonderful World of Color in 1968.
Bottom photo: Annette and Fishbone on the set of Back to the Beach.
08 Monday Apr 2013
Posted in Armenian, Poetry, Translation
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Someday I will find a friend to help me re-learn all the Armenian I knew while in Peace Corps. Now I feel frustrated, I’ve forgotten so much. But I know one day I’ll sing again, sing beautifully.
Ես մուրացկան.
Ես ուզում եմ այցելել ձեզ.
Բայց ես չեմ կարող երգել.
Խնդրում ենք սովորեցնել ինձ երգել.
Ես ուզում եմ երգել է միայն ձեզ համար.
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I am a beggar.
I want to see you.
But I can not sing.
Please teach me to sing.
I want to sing only for you.
08 Monday Apr 2013
Posted in Armenian, Erotic, Poetry, Translation
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Իմ լեզուն ներսում ձեր շուրթերը.
Ես խմել ձեր երանության.
Ձեր ձեռքը իմ գլխին.
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My tongue inside your lips.
I drink your bliss.
Your hand on my head.
08 Monday Apr 2013
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08 Monday Apr 2013
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“… loveroot, silk thread, crotch and vine.”
— Walt Whitman
I’m not interested in who suffered more,
just those who mastered pain’s blood alphabet.
Trust joy. If what you long for is a door
that will lead you to love do not forget
that the door is here. What other purpose
could the orgasm have but to let me
talk to gods? At the moment of climax
when I leave behind ego and body
I call that act enlightenment – no hate,
attachment or pain – only bliss. Only
pilgrims working hard at their nightly prayers,
at blood’s loveroot. Don’t trust those who dictate
the path to wisdom. They are not holy
like you and all of your sticky fingers.
07 Sunday Apr 2013
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