Monday, June 22, 2009

The Mood She's In

Need she say more?

The Matron was born into a state of existentialist angst that STILL fits her like kid gloves. Sigh.

Back with better news tomorrow!

5 comments:

  1. What A Great Link.Thank You.
    regards
    Tony.

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  2. So - are you creepy old guy or cute pink thingie? Or need I ask ;-)

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  3. I am Swedish, and all our authors from that period (with one notable exception) are like that.

    Take a poet like Stagnelius, here is a little sample:
    Förruttnelse, hasta, o älskade brud,
    att bädda vårt ensliga läger!
    Förskjuten av världen, förskjuten av Gud,
    blott dig till förhoppning jag äger.

    Hm, I am not competent to translate poetry, so this is a no-frills translation:
    Decay, hurry, o beloved bride,
    to our lonesome bed!
    Denied by the world, denied by God,
    only for you I retain some hope.
    (Yes, Decay is his, symbolic, bride, and yes, he hopes for only her now.)

    You would make a great Swede, existentialist angst is our main cultural export. (And, well, porn in the 60s.)

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  4. I enjoyed that. Existentially....

    You could also existentially check out http://www.blublu.org/sito/video/muto.htm

    I like that too.

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  5. The Matron would be both the creepy old guy and the adorable creature!

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