Thank You Sabine

Sabine thinks English shows deficiencies, but I think

English makes up for German diminutives in various

ways as in “Piglet” and "Manniken", allowing one to

take a leaf from the Pratchettian series with its poetic

license and make up words like "flower-ken"  - when

 

Feeling wicked, create terrible names hated by the famed

language gurus; such as "Mensiekin" an aberration "Mensch"

with the diminutive "-ie" enriched with another diminutive

"-ken", one could write "Sausage-ken" - though I fear the

gods on Dunmanifestin’s wrath should they ever find out

 

I love that Sabine likes Afrikaans so much, my beautiful mother 

tongue, first documented in the 18th century by Muslim 

scholars in the Arabic script - thank you Sabine for sharing 

your expertise - quite clearly a language genius - it’s such a 

relief that you keep an eye on translation for Her Majesty 

With your input everything’s done perfectly: Do you agree 

to circumvent the dubious Afrikaans term for "intestine" - 

all crudities debarred when translating for the 

Willighagen family?

 

[Pratchettian: Sir Terry Pratchett, creator of the “Discworld Series”

“Dunmanifestin”: Equivalent Olympian abode of the Discworld gods

as described by Pratchett.]

Song Of A Youthful Heart

Sometimes I wish I didn’t believe in Many Worlds

Theory, it’s very difficult to know where the endless

circles of reality share the same space and when to

change the templates in my head: in order to sleep

 

I have to keep my mind clean - now I think about it -

instead of a hologram, the world is actually Arabic,

the problem with linguists is that they never consider

the obvious, such as that Hebrew is a difficult Male

 

Seriously explosive sounds, but Arabic obviously is

a young Female, innocent, soft, curvy letters which

appeal to the eye with a poetry so jamillaah in which

habibi calls to the safiir of the safaraah; it clearly is

 

The song of a youthful heart - could a reconciliation

between these languages be brought about, there

would be peace in the Middle East - once again

Many Worlds Theory solves political problems

 

When given free rein…

Better Than I Ever Dreamed

I’m getting good at this, wearing blue-tooth earphones,

receiving a Facebook call, not being able to talk, then

it was my smartphone that relayed the talk - confusing

 

But brilliant, Sabine, a language genius who sang in my

ear "auf Deutsch, sehr schön, ich weiss nicht was soll es

bedeuten" and then of course, the Lord and Master of the

 

CharDuty Castle wagging his finger at me: I hope you do

not supply all criminals out there with name and number,

next thing is cost will be involved - I see Sabine the Serial

 

Killer Extraordinaire Par Excellence now flying in on a big

plane to sing to me, I see Sabine and me singing an aria

and the Lord and Master of the CharDuty Castle trying to

 

Find the weak point in my story: You gave NO-ONE your

details, he says; Of course not, I smile - how did Sabine

manage to call my smartphone, I’ll never know - maybe  

 

A number on a Facebook site - Alice in Wonderland,

whatever - this is better than I ever dreamed…

 

A-smiling At Me

The CharlatanChild will undergo quick surgery under

the quacks tomorrow, the CharMaster slams the door

and rises in whirling smoke and brimstone because the

hapless CharDad worries about his CharFamily all the

time, off he charges on his steed, an exploding volcano

 

Now armed with foresight and insight the CharFamily

smiles bright, ready to calm a fuming CharFather down,

sagely the CharDaughter nods, laughing and skipping  

because she knows she still holds the Key to the Char-

Lord’s heart, while Alice waters the garden & soaks up

 

The sun, tomorrow all will be well, these troubling times

are but a storm in a teacup; though slow of thought and

heavy of tread for lack of sleep, life still is a-smiling at me!

Even Romance!

Your current fantasy will lead straight to perdition,

the CharMaster said, you will end up in contrition  

if you you play on the Internet when Charring has

to be your sacred duty and mission, duly chastised

 

Alice calmed her mind, entered the waltz with the

electric lines in her hands, backwards and forwards

in perfect synergy with the whining machine which

the CharLord employed in hunt-and-peck-style

 

For washing the floor - Alice wished she could go

read more fantasies - I’m going to dig up the best

for serious studying, such great edification and if

I keep my calm, not showing so much elation -

 

No-one knows whence my inner smile of delight:

the CharMaster making progress - ching-ching -

It’s time for a Reckoning - WHAT, my dear Alice,

is the reason for the solar inverter’s indicating

 

Diminished capacity, what have YOU been doing

at night? Dear Kind CharKnight, Alice explained,

it was a dire emergency, many giants fighting for

the privilege of working for Her Majesty - if they

 

Sent the magic missive first - I would not have

had the chance to do creative writing - Humph,

the CharLord said, My nerves are shot, tonight

my Charlatan daughter invited a guest & such

 

Temerity makes me see red; let me seek out the

kind of dish I can serve the intruder here in my

CharCastle & Alice is free to go digging for more

magical tales with all their delightful delusions

 

As long as I never confess, Alice explains, no-one

can take me to prison for leaving the CharWorld

to go visit the Land of the Fairies where all kinds

of plaintive PoemKnights are faltering in pain

 

Where lost heroines need moral improvement and

all is merry, fun and delight - and even romance!

Heaven And Hell

Amira puts the listener through heaven and hell

with the Aria "La Wally" by Catalani, no artifice

in voice and mien to stop you sinking into your

buried memories to reveal your deep despair

 

The only way to survive the incising of her godly

singing is to seize your pain in both hands and

press it to your breast while your heart expands

in the contours of the minor melody, crying to

 

Prevent strangling as your throat constricts in

the lethal power of a voice no man has heard

before, a fatal force that opens up your soul

until the pain stops with catharsis & you regain

 

Ability to breathe again, your mind cleansed,

heartbeat slowing down to almost normal…

Fixation On Rules And Regulations

I'm laughing my way through my day, I always took

down everything at meetings - keeping minutes like

unending minutia to keep the little alien in my head

from falling asleep, luckily I shared my work life with

my happy African colleagues with whom one can be

 

As spontaneous as can be, no wonder I did not learn

protocol and etiquette - when I started my employ in

the ice-cold space of translation tower, the academic

conveyors of the one-word-one-meaning-theory loudly

complained: Oh, the noise, do calm down and be quiet

 

Otherwise we might end up with nervous breakdowns,

luckily some of them died, I'm sorry to say - yet others

retired - and ALL of them seemed to be suffering from

mental fixation on rules and regulations!

Mysteries Of Sacred Math

Why should science happen in isolation, Alice thought,

when terms can sing and theories bring celebration of

the miraculous: I delight in the mysteries of sacred math,

current information about men & events are supposedly

 

Encoded in Genesis & the additional investigation by

Witztum, Rips and Rosenberg provided corroboration

by means of computer calculation which forced the

skeptical secular scientists to seriously consider the

 

Verification of birth and assassination in equidistant

letter sequences found in Genesis, providing elegant

and simple proof that random pairings did not work at

all; Newton’s speculation about an eternal Bible Code

 

Was fulfilled in the computer work beautifully designed

by Hebrew mathematicians breaking secret codes: And

this, Alice said, is as magical as any fairytale I have ever

read - ample compensation for my failure to find a moral

 

Lesson in the Norwegian Bear-Prince Symbol...

[Michael Drosnin, The Bible Code, pp 21-24]

Mystical Velvety Voice

Laundry day, getting up early, Amira’s streaming concert

I’m a Carol Burnett-cleaner listening to celestial  music,

marching with the laundry basket to “Liberty Bell” - quite

difficult doing Burnett-moves while hanging up the

 

Washing led by Amira’s heavenly voice; watching the

concert on big screen TV was a bad sound mistake -

this morning a mystical velvety voice singing in my ear-

phones, magic of technology “On my own, pretending

 

He’s beside me” a wonderfully weaving melody & Amira’s

lower notes growing stronger with the years, loving the

fantasy she relates - a dreamer looking for her Prince;

adding detergent - thinking of a Bear in a Norwegian

 

Fairytale leaving when he turned into a Prince, his

beloved going on a quest to seek and rescue him;

another heap of laundry with Laudate Dominum

a velvet soft expression in Amira’s angel voice -

 

Dancing to the line with more washing as she sings

“You’re still you, I’ve loved you for so long” - a stab

to the heart; twirling in the kitchen with the Annen-

Polka: this laundry-day concert fast becoming

 

A joyous affirmation of life and love and dreams

Singing Beauty Into Reality

Sensory overload of Amira singing “La Wally” by Catalani

destroying heart and soul, the sad minor melody weeping

 

The beauty of your voice expressing the sorrow & longing

crying for all the wrong in the world & the pain in my mind

 

The last rising notes becoming a series of shards piercing

my heart making me cry, and I’m crying still, oh Amira -

 

You have mastered the art of destroying everything else

in life until there is only you singing beauty into reality

A Light Show In Sound

On My Own by Amira, sobbing my way through the

years of her youth, shimmering Amira in her cobweb

dress singing I Love Him In My Mind, I Love Him, But

Only On My Own - then Enrico Morricone’s sweetly

disturbing melody; La Califfa - Liberty Bell marching 

with glee, Mozart Laudate Dominum - reaching the 

Firmament above, one shiny note reflecting her 

gossamer dress,  You’re Still You, I feel your heart 

in mine - a new song she sings, a dainty Strauss 

polka, the Sound of Music, My Favourite Things, 

I have confidence in ME - galloping notes, Amira 

conducting Happy Birthday, Funiculi Funicula - 

Her rendition of Wishing You Were Somehow 

Here Again beautiful and singing I’ll Always Love 

You in Italian, Aria "La Wally" by Catalani, every 

note in spiraling minors, Amira could have sung 

all night - hear the velvet strength of her voice - 

a Light Show In Sound…

 

Its Lyrical Sighs

Alice read East Of The Sun And West Of The Moon,

a girl married a bear who changed into a prince at night,

when she saw the prince she fell in love at first sight, but

he declared bitterly if she had waited a year he would

 

Have been freed from a curse, now he must return to a

troll princess, the moral is; here Alice faltered confused,

not knowing what the moral could be - never marry a

bear for a prince, never drink things so bitter it changes 

 

You into a troll princess or a bear, that way there lies

perdition and ruin to your soul - with this dubious moral

intact Alice accosts Sir William Topaz McGonagall,

moralist extraordinaire: There is so much to analyse

 

In this theme, dear Poet Laureate, I shall wait till you

stop glaring with love-beaming eyes, then we can start 

unraveling this and make it into a play - Alice curtsies

to the deeply moral Gonagall and takes his hand in

 

Deep sympathy with his tendency to vanish into a

frenzy of feverish lines which tires him immensely -

but brings people such respite from their pain and

suffering with its lyrical sighs….

Macabre Thoughts & Political Insight

Peter Pan from Neverland called, Ah - Alice smiled,

with his attention deficit disorder just like mine, it is

time we discussed serious things like people winning

Darwinian awards for mental incapacity: Did you know

a guy once ate raw slugs and a parasite started eating

his brain and he died, that a showgirl from Las Vegas

 

Used an old razor blade and a flesh-eating parasite ate

her face so she also died, a frisson of macabre thoughts;

time to analyze politics: Why does the African continent

suffers political incompetence and corruption to a much

higher degree than elsewhere though the whole world

is corrupt? - Because in other places they are more

 

Sophisticated, although politicians take all the golden

eggs for themselves they keep the geese laying them

alive - thus the circle of life remains intact; but not in

Africa - here everyone steals all the golden eggs then

slay the geese in their incompetence and all because

fairy tales do not form part of African culture, therefore

 

Other countries must keep sending more geese, we

are in need of Adam Smith’s laissez-faire economic

policies to save the continent from itself - And after

solving all the world’s problems Peter Pan flies back

to Neverland again and a delighted Alice decides 

she has to increase the depth and breath of her

Understanding and political insight…

 

[Adam Smith argued for laissez-faire economic policies, in his book

“The Theory of Moral Sentiments” Smith discussed how free markets

regulate themselves through competition, supply and demand, as

well as self-interest.]

Alice And Quantum Superposition

So Alice dear, Mother Superior said, come relay this important

Permit about Agricultural Regulations, start by writing a treatise

of 300 pages about the denotation and connotation of the word

Permit and then another 300 about the uses in South African

English of the words Agricultural and Regulations, make a list

of every Internet site where these words are used and quote

 

Every usage with detailed examples and analyse the why and

the wherefore, the chronological appearance of every term and

the languages which first gave birth to such scientific terms,

Alice listened in shock, as fumes of impatience came out of

Mother Superior’s mouth Alice wrote down every word Mother

said and when the lofty lady left the darkened lair where Alice

 

Was chained to a sad little desk there was an explosion and

Alice’s head exploded, just as Alice was gasping for breath

and suffocating, Marie Antoinette, all pink frock and frills ran

into Alice’s lair and grabbing her by the hair started to shake

her about while exclaiming - Alice, you have messed up my

perfect register list, the document numbers are wrong and

 

The due dates do not reflect my rejection of Schrödinger's

quantum superposition, you left the option open of the

translation being done or not when the due date arrives!

Stupefied Alice died, there was no way she could explain

that Schrödinger's conundrum was not under her control…