Wednesday, March 7, 2007

Work


Work


There is no point in work
unless it absorbs you
like an absorbing game.
If it doesn't absorb you
if it's never any fun,
don't do it.

When a man goes into his work
he is alive like a tree in spring,
he is living, not merely working.


By D.H. Lawrence

Sunday, March 4, 2007

Alone


Alone


Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don't believe I'm wrong
That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.
There are some millionaires
With money they can't use
Their wives run round like banshees
Their children sing the blues
They've got expensive doctors
To cure their hearts of stone.
But nobody
No, nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Now if you listen closely
I'll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering
And I can hear the moan,
'Cause nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.


Exixtence of God

Eksistens

Anne kom fra skolen og
Sa at på skolen sier de at
Gud ikke eksisterer. Jeg sa
At det skal du ikke tro på.

Jamen eksisterer Gud da?
Ikke for den som ikke tror,
Sa jeg, men ellers eksisterer
Gud. Er ikke det rart da, sa
Anne.

Jo, sa jeg, det er rart.
Går det an, sa Anne, å ikke
eksistere og eksistere.
Ja, sa jeg, det går an for Gud.

Ernst Orvil (1898-1985)




Existence

Anne came from school and
Said that at school they say that
God does not exist. I said
You shouldn't believe that.

Yes but does God exist?
Not for the one who doesn't believe,
I said, otherwise
God exists. Isn't it strange?
Said Anne.

Yes, I said, it is strange.
Is it possible, said Anne,
To not exist and exist.
Yes, I said, it is possible for God.

Poem by: Ernst Orvil (1898-1985)
Translation by: Atousa Gharvan