Franz Kafka

Thursday, April 26, 2012

The Steppe, by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov

Chekhov's highest tribute to his motherland Ukraine, the omniscient, eternal steppe, stretching its boundaries across seemingly endless plains, represents little Yegorushka's first and greatest discovery in life, as he must prematurely open his young heart to adulthood.

Portrait of Anton Chekhov, by his brother Nikolaj Chekhov
A metaphor of human lifespan and dimension of time, of physical distance and metaphysical journey, the steppe, like a mother - at one time loving and grim, forgiving and merciless - embraces all things and living creatures.

Finally and justly abandoned to his own destiny, after having crossed over the harsh and sultry mass of rolling lands, "How is this life going to be?" asks the hero child to himself.

The majestic and serene steppe makes no intelligible sound, utters no answer; yet at night, in the deceiving prairie, the mounds, the crags, the stubs, the scattered bushes  bear human resemblance under the moon, and sing together as many voices, in perfect harmony, at one time murderous and loving, desperate and compassionate.

Friday, March 30, 2012

Mar Português, by Fernando Pessoa (Portuguese Sea, English translation)

Ó mar salgado, quanto do teu sal
São lágrimas de Portugal!
Por te cruzarmos, quantas mães choraram,
Quantos filhos em vão rezaram!

Quantas noivas ficaram por casar
Para que fosses nosso, ó mar!
Valeu a pena? Tudo vale a pena
Se a alma não é pequena.

Quem quere passar além do Bojador
Tem que passar além da dor.
Deus ao mar o perigo e o abismo deu,
Mas nele é que espelhou o céu.

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Oh salty sea, how much of your salt
Are tears of Portugal!
To get across you, how many mothers cried,
How many sons prayed in vain!

How many brides were never to marry
In order to make you ours, oh sea!
Was it worth it?  Everything is worthy
If the soul is not small.

Who wants to go beyond Bojador,(*)
Must go beyond sufferance.
God gave the sea peril and abyss,
Yet upon it He also mirrored the sky.

English translation by A. Baruffi, Literary Joint


Sunday, February 12, 2012

August in Chuang Yen, by A. Baruffi

Chuang Yen Monastery, Postcard Photo, The Buddhist Association of The United States


August in Chuang Yen

Quietly the evening falls
through a leafy tree,
coolly a breeze blows,
the peaceful night comes with high glee.

A deep fullness hovers all around,
one guess is descending from other worlds;
the moon is a buoy, yellow and round,
to perfect stillness in the firmament.

Memories settle their own slime,
the pot-bellied jug full and wise:
it shall not be another Spring-time,
when accomplished is the holy life.


Chuang Yen Monastery, Carmel, NY


Sunday, January 15, 2012

The Travels of Marco Polo

I recently had the pleasure to read again the marvellous "Travels",  this time in the 1818 translation of William Marsden, from the Italian of Giambattista Ramusio, dated 1553.  I recall reading in my childhood years a Rusticello's adapted version.

The travels recounts the journey of Marco throughout the Asian continent and is the first great travel book outside the ancient world. Now, "travel books and writers" in today's notion is a quite trivial matter that is not worthwhile dwelling on-- read on and rejoice here. Imagine a 20 years old son of a Venetian merchant in A.D. 1271, setting sail to the sea, and taking on to the land too,  accompanying  his father Nicolo and uncle Maffeo, to begin a twenty-four years journey through the marvels of an unknown world, entering the service of the Great Khan, exploring the most remote boundaries of his empire, from Beijing to Northern India, throughout what we call today South-East Asia. Partially factual and partially fictional, what Marco's eyes saw and he accounted for was utterly unheard of in those medieval times. Steering clear of judgmental or paternalistic tones, the "Travels" is a truly ethnographic journey, where a fresh young heart takes a mouth gaping look upon a wholly new world and stretches the horizons of human understanding, acceptance and compassion further on. What  a single mind's giant leap, landing a learned citizen of Venice onto far boundaries, from which humanity have largely receded over the course of the centuries!

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Automne (Autumn), a French Poem


Van Gogh – Landscape with House and Ploughman 1889, Hermitage, St. Petersburg, Russia


Helas!...Helas!

Il pleut ici, le feuillage tombe
 je m'ennui, c'est dejà  l'automne.  
Dejà  frappe  l'hiver,
chauffé par ce vin amer. 

Une  inquiétude  me poussa:
jamais tu ne  reviendras.

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Saturday, November 19, 2011

Travels with Charley: In Search of America, by John Steinbeck


In 1960, in the twilight of his life, behind the wheel of a camper  named - after the horse of Don Quixote - Rocinante,  John Steinbeck set off to a ten thousand miles road trip around the United States.  His company were Charlie,  a French poodle, and the sheer desire to rediscover America.   
John Steinbeck's Camper Truck
Through the four corners of the continent, his search of the nation garnered a better understanding of the  epochal changes that had been on the way and underpinned the transition to the modern post-industrial world that we also experience today. The mass production and elaboration of  food, the evil force of advertising, the ubiquity of culture and information powered by mass media technology, the insane and destructive  engine of progress, the decline of a country purposely brought down to political indifference and ignorance of its very own greatness.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

The true artist...

Loneliness is for the true artist the best companion: the deserted track, the neglected path, the windy runlet in the thicket.


Secluded from the world of men, paradoxically, the artist understands it better, grows wiser and, little by little, gets ready to turn back to the community of people.

His purpose on earth might be as simple as throwing a stone that ripples the waters. As full of merit as it may be, thankless indeed is the life of the true artist!