tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565845984512808077.post2204961338250444944..comments2024-03-19T21:41:42.835+01:00Comments on Poemas del río Wang: ColossusStudiolumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06377777909296284368noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565845984512808077.post-28258287017157503332014-09-06T22:59:16.276+02:002014-09-06T22:59:16.276+02:00(That's a wonderful Alexander Galich song with...(That's a wonderful Alexander Galich song with a very relevant story, if the blind link is too off-putting.)Languagehathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13285708503881129380noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565845984512808077.post-31444875267833551212014-09-01T15:39:33.771+02:002014-09-01T15:39:33.771+02:00«Оказался наш Отец/ Не отцом, а сукою...»«<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RJcsGkQ3ol0" rel="nofollow">Оказался наш Отец/ Не отцом, а сукою...</a>»Languagehathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13285708503881129380noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565845984512808077.post-23821033703298298152014-08-30T18:19:21.003+02:002014-08-30T18:19:21.003+02:00In a comment to the Hungarian version they quoted ...In a comment to the Hungarian version they quoted the fictive detail from Bohumil Hrabal’s <i>The Betrayal of Mirrors</i> when the first explosion of the statue fails. In the lack of either the English or the Czech version, we translate it to English from the Hungarian edition :) Hrabal would be certainly satisfied to see this chain of interpretations.<br /><br />“Then a dark explosion sounded, a light flashed in the middle of the tube scaffolding, a cloud boiled up, some invisible power exploded the scaffolding, easily raising its first level, and the tubes flew up thick from the construction, higher and higher, and when the power which threw these spears started to weaken, the tubes waited in the air, then fell back, and poured down on the area, and the spears became branchy trees, and half of the construction collapsed, and the other half separated from the statue, standing like a ski-jump, it hesitated for a while, and it did not fall down just then. And the statue now stood stripped, stronger and more powerful than ever, it bent forward a bit, as if threatening the city, above whose rooftops now the pressure of the explosion rolled along, easily ringing the bell, and waving the mason's clothes like a flag.<br /><br />– Someone will pay for this – the sacristan said – They must have mixed up the contacts.<br />…<br /><br />– Fellows – the mason silently said – this is a terrible fiasco.”Studiolumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06377777909296284368noreply@blogger.com