O ye of little faith! Joke you say? NO, Non, Nein! Let us,
rather, say that this meager offering of mine presents a
formulation of words in a state of maximum linguistic chaos.
Within these 325 words, there is essentially no meaningful
sentence. Yes, the last three words of the first line, "O have
her!" are arguably a sentence, but they are only three words,
the rest being unparseable to the most lenient of Midwestern
school marms.
BUT, now watch the magic! If I pass the above poem through
the google translator and render it into German, then take the
German and translate it into French, then take the French and
translate it back into English, observe the transformation...
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HOW I FINALLY COME BACK TO PARIS
by Arthur Rimbaud
With me you are on his as with me - have it!
Because of love in blue, big black, white as the eyes,
One up there where the green was, I was the long man we all have
outside under the heart, there are flowers, they arrive,
dark evening, no, not pale they should be back old
what would be our to whom then, if the round sky left this one,
but through, oh trees, waves, all the sun, finds full under the flesh,
golden kiss knows the bright sky of the sea, the feet had male stars,
Water under the breast, child goes to God, hair of gods,
Head like the night now red, this ugly us is small
Yellow woman long car breasts dream city,
forever, every golden eye here listens to giant knees.
Mad nature is snowing again slowly towards the huge wind,
far away the children smell the fire, free, hard, infinite
Life, lips have only impoverished the pink poets
The seas sometimes smell wild to purple waves
Forests always have the right to have beer bellies bathed in the air,
Fat belly, bitter body could dance in the light of day
deep dream everyone even has a good horizon,
Lilies, lilies that live longer, nights with an open throat,
other swollen rivers say singing skeletons,
The skin gently speaks still spring water, wine
without people, yes, ancient weapons, azure blue, beautiful
The beauty, believe the birds, the shiny forehead of the boat, the brown buttocks are bursting.
Close, closed, covered dance, dead dawn, divine distances,
drowned dripping ears, more earthy end in Europe, thin fingers face,
finished flags, the girls go to the happy tug grass ham,
Heavenly laughter, skinny adorable loved one loves to lie
wonderful mornings, Ophélie Paladins,
pride ran rose juice from the river said seventeen places,
shakes briefly, if the money sleeps, if the sunlight sobs,
Sweet suns, tears taken, ten thought a thousand times two
Venus, they were on the other side after almost being
Before the boots of blood bring a shattering scorching calm
Chairs chew cold cool corn cotton dancing crazy
rises dear dead in the delirium dreamed enormously erect
The whole guy was on fire at night.
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Order is emerging from chaos. The process defies the second
law of thermodynamics! Not only is chaos not increasing, but
disorder and randomness are vanishing before our eyes. See the
gems that appear magically from the dross...
I was the long man we all have outside under the heart...
there are flowers, they arrive, dark evening...
If the round sky left this one, but through, oh trees,
waves, all the sun, finds full under the flesh,
golden kiss knows the bright sky of the sea...
Water under the breast, child goes to God, hair of gods,
Head like the night now red, this ugly us is small...
Every golden eye here listens...
Mad nature is snowing again slowly towards the huge wind,
far away the children smell the fire...
Life, lips have only impoverished the pink poets...
The seas sometimes smell wild to purple waves...
Forests always have the right to have beer bellies bathed in the air.
Lilies, lilies that live longer, nights with an open throat,
other swollen rivers say singing skeletons...
The skin gently speaks still spring water, wine
without people, yes, ancient weapons, azure blue, beautiful
The beauty, believe the birds...
Close, closed, covered dance, dead dawn, divine distances,
drowned dripping ears, more earthy end...
Heavenly laughter, skinny adorable loved one loves to lie
wonderful mornings...
If the money sleeps, if the sunlight sobs,
Sweet suns, tears taken, ten thought a thousand times two
Venus, they were on the other side after almost being...
Before the boots of blood bring a shattering scorching calm...
Dancing crazy rises dear dead in the delirium dreamed
enormously erect... The whole guy was on fire at night.
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Can you believe it? From whence does the intelligence
originate? Or, as the Oven-Breaker said, "You were originally
made of brick and mud compounded; where does the spirit
come from, whence does the sanctity originate?"
But wait! There's more! Clearly the poem gains cogence,
intelligibility and meaning with each translation. Sooo...?
What if we put my meager original through the translator
TEN TIMES? Yes, what if do English to French, then French
to English, etc. in five cycles of translation?
Here is the result...
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HOW I FINALLY RETURNED TO PARIS
by Arthur Rimbaud
With me, you are on his as on mine - Oh!
Because of his love for the big black blue, white as the eyes,
the one where the green has, it's me that we've all been for a long time,
downstairs can there be flowers, they come,
dark evening, not pale, back his old man will be those
what would then leave us so round in view of the sky if these,
through but, O trees, waves, all the sun, among the full flesh,
golden kiss know the clear sky of the sea, her feet had star men,
water under the breast, child goes god, hair of the gods,
head how the night now red she little this ugly us,
yellow woman with long breasts city car dreaming,
eternal, all golden eyes here huge knees listen.
Mad nature slowly snows towards the vast new wind,
in the distance the children feel the fire, free, hard, infinite
life, the lips are not made only on the poor pink poet
the seas sometimes smell the wild wave too purple
the woods can, against the air, always bathed in beer belly,
big belly, bitter body could dance daylight
deep dream everyone has the same good horizon,
lilies, lilies living longer open the nights of the neck,
other swollen rivers say singing skeletons,
the soft skin speaks the source still gathers the waters, the wine
without world, yes ancient weapons, azure, beautiful
beauty, believe the birds, boat with shining eyebrows, busted buttocks.
Close, closed, covered dance, dead dawn, divine distances,
drooling from drowned ears, eggs from the country of Europe, face with slender fingers,
finished flags, girl goes happy bearers of grass ham,
the laughter of the sky, the thin beloved likes to lie,
wonderful mornings, Ophelia paladins,
the sap of the pink river flowed proudly, says seventeen seats,
brief chills if the silvery sleep sleeps sobs strong sun,
sweet suns, tears taken, ten thought a thousand times two on
Venus, who were wide after almost being
before the socks of boots of broken blood bring a scorching calm,
chairs chew cold comes cool corn cottons crazy danced
dawn dear death delusional dreamed huge erection
in the evening the whole guy felt filled with fire.
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And as the ancient Arianna always said, "Wallah!"
Ned