29 tetor 2010

«Dormeur du val» / «Gjumashi i luginës»

C'est un trou de verdure où chante une rivière,
Accrochant follement aux herbes des haillons
D'argent ; où le soleil, de la montagne fière,
Luit : c'est un petit val qui mousse de rayons.

Un soldat jeune, bouche ouverte, tête nue,
Et la nuque baignant dans le frais cresson bleu,
Dort ; il est étendu dans l'herbe, sous la nue,
Pâle dans son lit vert où la lumière pleut.

Les pieds dans les glaïeuls, il dort. Souriant comme
Sourirait un enfant malade, il fait un somme :
Nature, berce-le chaudement : il a froid.

Les parfums ne font pas frissonner sa narine ;
Il dort dans le soleil, la main sur sa poitrine,
Tranquille. Il a deux trous rouges au côté droit.

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Është një shteg gjelbërimesh ku lumi si i marrë,
Nëpër lyshtra të argjenda varet e ligjëron,
Ku shkrep e llaptin dielli nga mali krenar:
Është një lug i vogël që rreze shkumon.

Një ushtar i ri, gojëhapur, nën një re,
Me zverkun të zhytur në lakër blu të brishtë,
Rri shtrirë në shtrat të blertë kokë qethur; fle
I zbehtë përmbi bar, ne tymnajën plot dritë,

Me këmbë mbi luleshpatë, fle. Dhe buzëqesh
Si fëmije i sëmurë, përgjumet pak e hesht,
Natyra e lemës, e ngroh: ai mërdhi.

Era e luleve flegrat tani nuk ia shpon;
Fle në diell i qetë me dorë mbi kraharor,
Ka dy zgavra te kuqe djathtas në gji.

[Përkthyes i panjohur]

Arthur RIMBAUD

19 tetor 2010

«deluge delusions»

early rains cut short
the summer that never was
grey and deluge
make everything
ashen and dark

but grey does not suit this town
built with rigorous design in mind
inhabited by colors of people
hues of flowers
and asphalt lanes
where metallic boxes—
often too big
driven by people
often too meek—
roll in their smoggy daze

and deluge is out of season at this time
an october made december
by sullen layers people don
by silly boots that they put on
by precipitous steps
fighting precipitation
the only way they know:
by escaping it
in havens of eaves and roofs
filled beyond capacity

16 tetor 2010

«Anës lumenjve»

Arratisur, syrgjynosur,
Raskapitur dhe katosur
Po vajtonj pa funt, pa shpresë,
Anës Elbës, anës Spree-së.

Ku e lam' e ku na mbeti
Vaj-vatani e mjer-mileti
Anës detit i palarë,
Anës dritës i paparë,
Pranë sofrës i pangrënë,
Pranë dijes i panxënë,
Lakuriq dhe i dregosur,
Trup e shpirt i sakatosur?

Se ç'e shëmpnë derbederët,
Mercenarët dhe Bejlerët,
Se ç'e shtypnë jabanxhinjtë
Se ç'e shtrythnë fajdexhinjtë,
Se ç'e pren' e se ç'e vranë,
Ç'e shkretuan anembanë,
Nënë thundrën e përdhunës
Anës Vjosës, anës Bunës!

Çirem, digjem i vrerosur,
Sakatosur, çarmatosur,
As i gjall' as i varrosur,
Pres një shenj' e pres një dritë,
Pres me vjet' e pres me ditë,
Se ç'u-tera, se ç'u-mpaka,
Se ç'u-çora, se ç'u-mplaka,
Lark prej vatrës dhe prej punës,
Anës Rinit, anës Tunës.

Çakërdisur, batërdisur,
Përpëlitur dhe zalisur,
Endërronj pa funt, pa shpresë
Anës Elbës, anës Spree-së.

Dhe një zë vëngon nga lumi,
Më buçet, më zgjon nga gjumi,
Se mileti po gatitet,
Se tirani lebetitet,
Se pëlcet, kërcet furtuna,
Fryhet Vjosa, derdhet Buna,
Skuqet Semani dhe Drini,
Dridhet Beu dhe zengjini,
Se pas vdekjes ndriti jeta,
Dhe kudo gjëmon trumbeta:
Ngrehuni dhe bjeruni,
Korrini dhe shtypini,
Katundar' e punëtorë,
Që nga Shkodra gjer në Vlorë!

Ky ilaç e ky kushtrim
Më bën djal' e më bën trim,
Më jep forc' e më jep shpresë,
Anës Elbë-s, anës Spree-së.
Se pas dimrit vjen një verë
Që do kthehemi një herë
Pranë vatrës, pranë punës,
Anës Vjosës, anës Bunës.

Arratisur, syrgjynosur,
Raskapitur e katosur
Brohorit me bes' e shpresë
Anës Elbës, anës Spree-së.

Fan S. NOLI

15 tetor 2010

'Sexual Disorientation'

This cartoon is really worth more than any comment I can muster up right now.

On Mosques and Principles

I was going to let the issue of the so-called 'Ground Zero Mosque' go by without commenting, but Bill O'Reilly's latest tirade on The View (no, I don't actually watch the show) got me angry and here's my take on the issue, as pithily as I can put it:

Under normal circumstances, I would have ben the first to dismiss the building of a place of worship—be it a church, mosque, synagogue, temple, etc.—as an unnecessary extravagance. I would probably have gone so far as to say that we don't need to expand whatever extent religion already has; and I would definitely have ventured to advocate, instead, the building of a more universally beneficial type of building, such as a school, hospital, or no building at all and a park or garden instead.

But given the airtime that was given to this issue, and the ink and bile that was spilled over it, I have to come out now, as a strong supporter of the 'Ground Zero Mosque.'

First of all, there was a lot of deliberately misleading information on the so-called 'mosque.' Calling it a 'mosque' was supposed to make people conjure up images of a lead-domed building with sky-piercing, imposing minarets. And they did. The building in question is, in fact, a multi-faith cultural center that will provide the Manhattan community with more 'secular' amenities such as a gym, pool, daycare center, etc..

Secondly, the debate in question should never have taken a national dimension. But it did (thanks, Palin!). The only people making a decision on it should have been local authorities responsible for issuing building permits and the like; the only laws to be observed should have been safety and zoning laws; the only additional considerations should have been on the aesthetics of the building—and that, only if NYC has any.

By overtaking the national airwaves, the debate over this cultural center reached a level of perversion that many self-righteous (read: mistaken) citizens across the nation embraced as justified. Suddenly, an organization whose whole reason-for-being is combatting bigotry discredited itself by coming out against this building; then a bigot in X or Y county felt proud to say that allowing such a building was 'insensitive' or 'un-American' (question: who died and made you a moral dictator of America?); then a zealot in Florida threatened to organize a Koran-burning event that escalated attacks and violence against our troops in Afghanistan and Iraq, while also aggravating any existing ire of Muslims across the globe. Yes, in just a matter of weeks, a debate that never should have gone beyond the requirements of local formalities became national and eventually medieval.

Thirdly, it should be understood that everybody has the right to voice his or her own opinion on whatever issue; but nobody has the right to pervert long-standing constitutional principles on issues of 'sensitivity,' especially when doing so means depriving others of the first freedom guaranteed by the Constitution.

I'm sorry, angered Americans-at-large: it's not up to you to decide whether a church or mosque or whatever else gets built in your country. It is not up to me, either....

I'm sorry, Manhattan residents: it's not up to you to prevent the construction of a building you don't 'like.' Comply with the decisions of the people you have chosen to represent you in enacting and enforcing local building and zoning laws.

Lastly, I'm sorry families of 9/11 victims: your pain and anger, however real and 'raw' (to use a word that was thrown around by Palin & Co.), do not entitle you to abridging the rights of any group, much less those of Muslims as a whole, who—as a whole—were never against us.

We were attacked by religious zealots with radically perverted views of Islam and the world, and with a total lack of consideration and respect for human life. Perhaps an example closer to home would serve to better illustrate it: the latter are the equivalent of the many (pseudo-)Christian groups in this country whose hateful and bigoted ideas spring up every day in dark and dreary basements across America, and whose abusive rhetoric or violent actions often reach the public scene.

Above all, remember that we are a state of laws; laws that condemn harmful behavior on others, and laws that defend liberties of individuals who set foot in this country (including minorities that can easily be overwhelmed by a majority). We have those laws for a reason and, despite whatever defects our legal-judicial system may have, intolerance of this kind is not one that should be imposed on or expected of it, no matter what the angry or otherwise emotional multitudes say about it.

It's a matter of principle.

13 tetor 2010

«She Walks in Beauty Like the Night»

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meets in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress
Or softly lightens o'er her face,
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek and o'er that brow
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,—
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.

Lord BYRON

«Një çast i pagjumë»

Çdo gjë ngarkohet-shkarkohet në jetë,
Ngarkohet-shkarkohet toka e madhe
Mbushet qielli nga retë e shkarkohet nga retë
Mbushen pemët me fletë e shkarkohen në vjeshtë.

Ngarkohen me borë malet e lartë
E bora shkrihet në verë,
Ngarkohet ajri me tym e me vapë
E vapa shkarkohet në dimër prapë.

Ngarkohen lumenjtë me ujë nga shirat,
Lumenjtë zbrazen në motin e thatë,
Ngarkohen arat me grurë e vijnë shirat
Dhe zbrazen e mbeten të lira.

E prapë ngarkohen të gjitha, të gjitha,
Të gjitha ç'janë mbi tokë
Shkarkohen me gaz, me dhimbje e britma,
Nga rrapi i madh e deri te hithra.

Ngarkohet njeriu me dhimbjen e rrallë,
Nga dhimbja e rrallë shkarkohet,
Por ndryshe çdo gjëje, mundohet, mundohet
Por ndryshe çdo gjëje, shkarkohet ngadalë
Dhe mbeten rrudhat e thella në ballë.

Dritëro AGOLLI

12 tetor 2010

Rousseau Had a Sense of Humor

Yes, it's true. And the English were the butt of his jokes at least one time:

In his Essai sur l'origine des langues (Essay on the Origin of Languages), he says:

Pour concevoir les repas des anciens on n'a qu'à voir encore aujourdui ceux des Sauvages ; j'ai failli dire ceux des Anglois.

In order to conceive of the meals of the ancients, one has but to see still today those of Savages; I almost said those of Englishmen.

I won't lie, I laughed out loud.

Rousseau was funny.... Whodathunkit?!

10 tetor 2010

«Howl»

James Franco who portrays Allen Ginsberg in Howl, reading an excerpt from the poem by the same title.

Full text available here or elsewhere on the Internet.

«Vallja e luleve»

Vijnë vashat valle-valle
Gushë-e-gji-stolisura
Një pëllumb, një sysorkadhe
Seç vjen m'e mbollisura.

Ç'm'i ka hije shtat' i hedhur,
Hije kraharuari,
Pa fillon me të dredhur
Motra së kënduari:

Ju që niseni për lule,
Shoqe, moj, të mijëza,
Merr-më-ni as edhe mua
Nër pyje-e korijeza;

Pritni, moj të vi dhe unë
Maleve, lëndinave,
Ndaj shkëlqen pa të përdhunë
Filli-i trëndelinave;

Në mos diça të bëj tufë,
Shoqe, ju dëgjo-më-ni:
Bëni, moj, një tog me lule
Dhe nër to mbulo-më-ni;

Në ju pyeçin për mua:
Ç'u bë flokbanusheja?
Thoni, se më një përrua
E zu gjarpërusheja:

Thoni, se ndaj një burimi
Me-të patë fluturën:
Thoni, seç e zuri trimi
Atë bel-këputurën.

Lasgush PORADECI

08 tetor 2010

Strong Words

I hate—HATE—what McCain has become in the last two and a half years. Yes, I thought this before reading the article linked above. And no, I don't think 'hate' is too strong a word to describe the more-than-resentment I feel toward him. I hate him for having become the personification and, at times, the epitome and the sole agent of the obstructionism that has plagued our Congress since the last general elections. He went from being a true maverick and a bridge between the two parties, to campaigning on it, to soiling his campaign and reputation, to becoming an intractable old coot, and to abjuring his moderate past and even the title he campaigned on.

But most of all, I hate him for unleashing—again, I don't think I'm wording this too strongly—Sarah Palin on the national political scene, along with the bigotry, hate, ignorance, and opportunism she exemplifies. Her dreaded ubiquity, hate-mongering, fear-mongering, vitriolic language, and shallow example served to bring to the scene other ignorant, opportunistic pseudo-politicians who unscrupulously exploit hard times and people's legitimate frustrations for their own personal gain, while setting whatever civilized debate we had in this country back by decades.

Thanks a lot, McCain!

05 tetor 2010

A Judge's Regret

In a recent interview with NPR, former Supreme Court Justice John Paul Stevens is candid about his work on the court. When asked if he regrets any decisions in his thirty-four years as associate justice, Stevens says only one, when he and others upheld the death penalty in 1976.

While it is remarkable (and telling of his constancy) that among hundreds of decisions, he regrets but one—a likely inconsequential one at that, given the majority of 6:3 on that morbid decision—it is also a sad reminder of one of the ugliest sides of the American judicial system: it's perpetuation of state-sponsored murder—a most cruel and unusual punishment—that has cost hundreds of (sometimes innocent) Americans their life.

Here's a part of his interview.