something completely different

Hello there, once again it is I, Chess the purebred border collie. You may remember me from such posts as “A Close Call” (the one where we didn’t get a cat) and “The Abandoned House”, among others. I’m not really sure which post is my favorite. They’re all so excellent, after all.

I get to say I’ll be your host again tonight, because we have a movie. But first, I should explain that the last few days have been really, really scary. Like extra totally hyper scary. The sun disappeared each day about 10:30 in the morning and it thundered for hours and hours. I almost got a complex. The guy I live with stayed close to me but it was still ultra scary.

Here I am trying to look brave. The guy I live with says the fact that I’m out of focus lends an air of mystery and terror to the shot, but if you ask me he’s making this up as usual.

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Anyway it was scary. It sprinkled a little which made it really humid and the guy I live with started to whine. He said the humidity was 30 percent and he might die.

Then the unthinkable happened. It was so unthinkable that the guy I live with made a movie of it, which I’ll present right now. We don’t have popcorn or anything. It’s about thirty seconds long. I’ll sign off now, and hope you enjoy this unthinkable movie.

 

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summer

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Summer

Georg Trakl

At evening the cuckoo’s lament
Goes silent in the wood
The grain nods deeper,
The red poppy.

A dark storm threatens
Over the hill.
The old song of the cricket
Dies out in the field.

The leaves of the chestnut
No longer move.
Your dress rustles
On the winding stair.

A candle shines softly
In the dark room;
A silver hand
Puts it out;

Windless, starless night.

(original)

Am Abend schweigt die Klage
des Kuckucks im Wald.
Tiefer neigt sich das Korn,
der rote Mohn.

Schwarzes Gewitter droht
über dem Hügel.
Das alte Lied der Grille
erstirbt im Feld.

Nimmer regt sich das Laub
der Kastanie.
Auf der Wendeltreppe
rauscht dein Kleid.

Stille leuchtet die Kerze
im dunklen Zimmer;
eine silberne Hand
löschte sie aus;

windstille, sternlose Nacht.

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