I had a student who expressed an interest in English-language poetry, after it came up in some TOEFL-style listening passage we were working on. This is so rare as to be almost sui generis.
I said, "You really read English poetry?"
"Sometimes," she said. This was just barely plausible – she attended an international school when her family lived in China, for a while. "So I had to read it."
"OK. Did you like it?"
"Sometimes. I had to make a poem."
I showed a lot of enthusiasm for this. She asked, "Do you want me to write a poem?"
"Sure," I said. "That would be great."
"I will write it on the whiteboard," she announced. This is what she wrote.
The moral of this story: when a seventh-grader offers to write a poem for you, use caution.
Aeromexico's new advertising campaign mocks the new Space Emperor's wall. There is some pretty complex messaging going on.
The final line could be the voice of the typical, hard-working, entirely law-abiding (except for immigration law) Mexican in the US, "al otro lado" for his or her almost culturally obligatory decade of remittances and wealth-building.
Haces muy mal en elevar mi tensión En aplastar mi ambición tú sigue así ya veras Miro el reloj es mucho mas tarde que ayer Te esperaría otra vez y no lo haré, no lo haré
¿Dónde esta nuestro error sin solución? ¿fuiste tú el culpable o lo fui yo? Ni tú ni nadie nadie puede cambiarme Mil campanas suenan en mi corazón que difícil es pedir perdón Ni tú nadie nadie puede cambiarme
Vete de aquí no me supiste entender Yo solo pienso en tu bien No es necesario mentir Que fácil es atormentarse después Pero sobreviviré, sé que podré, sobreviviré
¿Dónde esta nuestro error sin solución? ¿fuiste tú el culpable o lo fui yo? Ni tú ni nadie nadie puede cambiarme Mil campanas suenan en mi corazón que difícil es pedir perdón Ni tú nadie nadie puede cambiarme
¿Dónde esta nuestro error sin solución? ¿fuiste tú el culpable o lo fui yo? Ni tú ni nadie nadie puede cambiarme Mil campanas suenan en mi corazón que difícil es pedir perdón Ni tú nadie nadie puede cambiarme no no ya no Ni tú ni nadie nadie puede cambiarme no
Today is Lunar New Year (설날). Are you ready for chickens?
I'm doing laundry.
새해 복많이 받으세요.
What I'm listening to right now.
Spoon, "Hot Thoughts."
Lyrics.
Hot thoughts melting my mind Could be your accent mixing with mine You got me uptight, twisting inside Hot thoughts all in my mind and all of the time, babe
Hot thoughts all in my mind and all of the time, yeah Hot thoughts all in, all in my mind and all of the time
Your teeth shining so white Light up this sad street in Shibuya tonight Hot thoughts melting my cool Is it your motion, signal and cue? Hot thoughts all in my mind and all of the time You must be trouble for sure
Hot thoughts all in my mind and all of the time, yeah I'll tell it to your soul, I want you to know Hot thoughts all in, all in my mind all of the time
Took time off from my kingdom Took a break from the war Took time off from my kingdom Raise up my creatures Diamonds from space Pure facets and features
That drag drug from your lips Making you think how good it was to let baby kiss on the lows Hot thoughts melting your cool could be the (It's all on my mind and all of the time) Motion, the signal and cue You've got
Hot thoughts all in your mind all of the time I'll hold it to my rhyme Make if you mind, yeah You know, I think I, I think all your love is a lie
La verdad quiere cetro. El verso mío Puede, cual paje amable, ir por lujosas Salas, de aroma vario y luces ricas, Temblando enamorado en el cortejo De una ilustre princesa o gratas nieves Repartiendo a las damas. De espadines Sabe mi verso, y de jubón violeta Y toca rubia, y calza acuchillada. Sabe de vinos tibios y de amores Mi verso montaraz; pero el silencio Del verdadero amor, y la espesura De la selva prolífica prefiere: ¡Cuál gusta del canario, cuál del águila!
The forecast says snow. So far, it's not, though. Heavily overcast, 0° C. That's definitely snowtential.
What I'm listening to right now.
Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings, "How Long Do I Have To Wait."
Lyrics.
How long do I have to wait for you, honey? Before a girl like me can move on Ooh baby, tell me How long do I have to wait for you honey? Before I can say that you're gone
Every hour seems like a day And every day is like a year And every week is an eternity Well, I get lonely, baby, when you're not here
Ooh baby, tell me How long do I have to wait for you, honey? Before a girl like me can move on Ooh baby, tell me How long do I have to wait for you, honey? Before I can say that you're gone
Won't you let me know, yeah I'm in an awful state, baby You said you loved me so But I just don't know how long I can wait How long do I have to wait for you, honey? Before I can say that you're gone
I asked your mama, I asked your papa Your friends, your preacher and your boss No one knows where you're going to, baby Or if you're coming back to me
Or we're together or are we lost
Ooh baby, tell me How long do I have to wait for you, honey? Before a girl like me can move on Ooh baby, tell me How long do I have to wait for you, honey? Before I can say that you're gone
Won't you let me know, yeah I'm in an awful state, baby You said you loved me so But I just don't know how long I can wait
Oh, oh baby, tell me How long do I have to wait for you, honey? Before a girl like me can move on Baby, how long do I have to wait for you, honey? Before I can say that you're gone, ah
How long do I have to wait for you, honey? Before a girl like me can move on Baby, how long do I have to wait for you, honey? Before I can say that you're gone, yeah How long, baby tell me, how long
It's a few days until the Korean Lunar New Year holiday. I'm feeling kind of burned out with work, at the moment. So the days off will be nice. I have no plans, and that's the way I like it.
I also have nothing to say, right now. More later.
I have long felt that the most dynamic, creative, and relevant poetry being written in English in this contemporary era is in the hiphop and rap music genres. And certainly, if a lyricist like Bob Dylan can win the Nobel Literature Prize, then we should see no impediment to recognizing that this work is poetry. Although these songs are deeply profane, often violent, and sometimes disturbing, some of them are also great poetry.
What I'm listening to right now (with the additional caveat: NSFW).
Run The Jewels, "Talk To Me."
Lyrics (NSFW).
We return from the depths of the badland With a gun and a knife in our waistband Went to war with the Devil and Shaytan He wore a bad toupee and a spray tan So high now, hoping that I land On a Thai stick, moving through Thailand On the radio, heard a plane hijack Government be in debt while they cook crack I move in a world of conspiracies Obey no rules, I'm doing me Smoke kush, transport to the airport Customs found a joint in my passport Pull cash and I gave him what he asked for Goddammit, it's a motherfucking miracle Small bribe, made it back into America Hit Uber and maneuvered out the area Rhyme animal, pitbull terrier Rap terrorist, terrorize, tear it up Brought gas and the matches to flare it up Militant Michael might go psycho On any ally or rival Born Black, that's dead on arrival My job is to fight for survival In spite of these AllLivesMatter-ass white folk
This is spiritual warfare that you have been dealing with. This is not a fight that you have been dealing with flesh and blood But this is a fight against principalities and evil doers and unclean spirits (RTJ3 motherfuckers)
Brave men didn't die face down in the Vietnam muck so I could not style on you I didn't walk uphill both ways to the booth and back to not wild on you You think baby Jesus killed Hitler just so I'd whisper? When you're safe and sound and these crooks tap your phone and now have a file on you? What, me worry? Nah, buddy, I've lost before, so what? You don't get it, I'm dirt, motherfucker, I can't be crushed Fuckers, open the books up and stop bullshitting the kid My dick got a Michelin star, I'm on par with the best ever took the gig I'm a super cat, from don dada to dusk, don't bother to touch I got firm clutch on the grip and the bucks I might ghost ride a tank, take a ride to the bank I'm the son of Rick Rubin rushing full-thrust Don't flash weak shit to the Shark Tank judge Talk real good 'cause I'm smart and stuff We a good crew to fuck with, better to love
I told y'all suckers, I told y'all suckers. I told y'all on RTJ1, then I told ya again on RTJ2, and you still ain't believe me. So here we go, RTJ3
Last night, the temperatures in Northwest Gyeonggi province were forecast to drop to -15 C. The government sent out some kind of mass safety notice that showed up as a message on my phone. It said,
I wasn't sure what it was, so I did what I normally do when I get texts on my phone in Korean that look important but where I don't quite understand them – I popped the text of it into google translate.
Google translate was not up to the task. Here's what it told me,
[National Security Agency] Safety instructions. Today 23:00 Gyeonggi Gyeonggi North Korea alert, the elderly people go out of control health care, prevention of frost, fire prevention, etc. Please note.
This looks really alarming – the mention of "North Korea," for example. The phrase "prevention of frost," however, clued me in to the fact that it was probably just a safety warning about the cold. So I made the effort to more laboriously translate a few of the individual words. The part about North Korea actually is referring to the northern part of Gyeonggi Province, where I live, and the part about "elderly people go out of control" actually is just advising the elderly to exercise special caution. Just a typical government advisory.
The image of a bitterly cold night-time invasion of out-of-control old people from North Korea will stick with me, however. It might make a good premise for a B-grade Korean horror movie.
I suppose it must be a translation of a typical Korean way of phrasing things: my students almost universally will offer "for some reasons" when preparing to give a list of more than one reason for something. It makes sense, but it sounds unidiomatic in English. Being around it so much, however, it has become part of my idiolect, like some other Koreanisms, like starting a sentence with "By the way…" or "And then…" when those phrases aren't quite pragmatically appropriate.
By the way, I had a very hard week, this past week, for some reasons.
First, there was a lot to be done at work. Because I had to prepare more detailed versions of my syllabuses for my Elementary classes. Also, we had a business dinner. Also, Friday morning, I got some weird upset stomach thing, so I'm wondering if it was a mild food poisoning or something, since it passed fairly quickly, and it was unpleasant while it lasted.
And then, the week is finally over.
Nowadays, I am recovering from it.
It was lightly snowing this morning, but it doesn't show in this picture among the Hugok redwoods (deciduous "dawn redwoods," metasequoia).
Yesterday was a super exhausting day: 6 classes, straight through, followed by a 회식 (an after-work, semi-regular, semi-obligatory dining-and-drinking event). I only got home at around 1 am. I survived, but I'm feeling massively burned out at the moment. So… nothing to post today.
