52/189: Lately

[rejectomorph]

Slept the middle out of the day Sunday, then squandered the evening researching something that got lost when the computer crashed. When Microsoft abandons (which they previously lied they would never do) Windows 10 later this year I think I might get a new computer with some distribution of Linux installed on it instead of Windows 11, and just struggle with the learning curve. There'd probably also be one with Windows 11 anyway. I feel like kicking some asshole to the curb, though, and Bill Gates will do, I suppose, since I can't be Todd shoving Beavis and Butthead out of my way. I'm really too old for all this shit. I think maybe I always have been.

Somebody mentioned Rimbaud.



Sunday Verse

Sensation

by Arthur Rimbaud


Par les soirs bleus d'été, j'irai dans les sentiers
Picoté par les blés, fouler l'herbe menue:
Rêveur, j'en sentirai la fraîcheur à mes pieds.
Je laisserai le vent baigner ma tête nue.

Je ne parlerai pas, je ne penserai à rien:
Mais l'amour infini me montera dans l'âme,
Et j'irai loin, bien loin, comme un bohémien,
Par la nature, - heureux comme avec une femme.


In English


On the blue summer evenings, I shall go down the paths,
Getting pricked by the corn, crushing the short grass:
In a dream I shall feel its coolness on my feet.
I shall let the wind bathe my bare head.

I shall not speak, I shall think about nothing:
But endless love will mount in my soul;
And I shall travel far, very far, like a gipsy,
Through the countryside - as happy as if I were with a woman.