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24
Jun
11

Foreign Worlds

Foreign Worlds (orig. Eugen Roth, Fremde Welt)

A man, a fish from deeper waters,
Felt comfortable in darker quarters.
But in him, soon a wish took hold
For regions not so dank and cold,
And boldly, bravely he ascended
To circles not for him intended,
Where he saw fish cavorting free,
All far more beautiful than he,
With somersaults and caprioles,
And lightning-quickness in the shoals.
The man, however, from the deep,
Not built to somersault or leap,
And with his gawking, gaping face,
Felt hideously out of place,
And, sensing he’d disturbed the throng,
Swam back to where he did belong.
Thus we, with paradises too,
Can take an in-deep-endent view.

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23
Jun
11

Impulsiveness

Impulsiveness (orig. Eugen Roth, Voreilig)

A man possessed by rage today
Will spit the dummy straight away.
Tomorrow, though, his rage will pass,
And where’s his dummy? In the grass.
A wiser man, to curb his ire,
Will hold on to his pacifier.

22
Jun
11

Fellow men

Fellow Men (orig. Eugen Roth, Mitmenschen)

A man sits on the tram one night,
Surveys the people left and right,
And very soon decides that he
Will pass on immortality.

21
Jun
11

Progress (orig. Eugen Roth, “Fortschritte”)

A man desires, with will unshakeable,
That joy and glass were both unbreakable.
For science, this is easy fare —
With glass, at least, they’re almost there.

13
Jun
11

Deliveries (orig. Eugen Roth, “Besorgungen”)

A man goes out one morning, late,
Suspecting not the hand of Fate,
And hurries into town, where he’s
To make the day’s deliveries.
But Fate soon fires her first attack:
A sign proclaiming, “Be Right Back”.
“Right back” is rather vague at best,
And so the man resumes his quest
And meets, at number two, the porter:
“Oh, she just left, you almost caught her…”
At number three a friend relays:
“They won’t be back for seven days!”
At number four, the CEO
Turns out to be in Tokyo;
An overcrowded waiting room
At number five spreads doom and gloom,
And at the sixth, what does he find?
He’s left the paperwork behind.
Then number seven joins the queue:
“We’re closed for lunch from twelve ’til two!”
The man, enraged and fit to burst,
Goes back again to try the first
And nearly has a heart attack.
For there, it still says “Be Right Back”.

17
May
11

A complex matter

A complex matter (orig.: Eugen Roth, Verwickelte Geschichte)

A man will sometimes groundlessly
Believe his fellow man to be
A wretched swine, and then remain
Forever true to his disdain.
And likewise groundlessly, he’ll find
Another charming, good and kind,
And if not proven otherwise,
Will love him ’til the day he dies.
By everybody else, however
(And here’s where things get really clever)
The man, by will of fate divine,
Is taken for a wretched swine,
In spite of all he may have done
To not have been perceived as one.
And in the whole world, only he
Whom our man thinks a swine to be,
Thinks he, in turn, is not. And why?
‘Cause life’s a bitch, and then you die.

01
Mar
11

Wise words

From a comment at Nice Jewish Girl:

 

One time, a flood covered the land. A man sat on his front porch, praying. A pickup truck screeched to a halt, and the driver urged him to leave, to no avail. “God will save me.”

The waters rose higher. The man climbed to the roof. A boat came along, and still the man refused assistance.

The waters rose higher still. The Coast Guard helicopter approached, but the man stood his ground. No amount of pleading would budge him. He would pass the test of faith.

He drowned and woke in Heaven. Approaching God, he asked, “Why have I failed you? Why didn’t you save me?”

God replied, “Are you kidding? I sent you a truck, and a boat, and a helicopter.”