Lumpy pudding

Judging a poem is like judging a pudding or a machine. One demands that it work. Poetry succeeds because all or most of what is said or implied is relevant; what is irrelevant has been excluded, like lumps from pudding and 'bugs' from machinery. (Wimsatt & Beardsley)

Here we celebrate the excluded, lumpy parts of the pudding!

May 20, 2009 4:07pm
Wolfgang Borchert (1921 - 1947): Versuche es Stell Dich mitten in den Regen,glaube an den Tropfensegen,spinn Dich in dies Rauschen einund versuche, gut zu sein! Stell Dich mitten in den Wind,glaub an ihn und sei ein Kind - laß den Sturm in Dich hineinund versuche, gut zu sein! Stell Dich mitten in das Feuer - liebe dieses Ungeheuerin des Herzens rotem Weinund versuche, gut zu sein! ~~~~~~ Try to Stand in the middle of the rain,Believe in the blessing of the drops,Cover yourself in its noiseAnd try to be good! Stand in the middle of the windBelieve in it and be a child -Let the storm enter youAnd try to be good! Stand in the middle of the fire -Love this monsterWith the red wine of your heartAnd try to be good! (Translation - Bent Sørensen)

Wolfgang Borchert (1921 - 1947): Versuche es

Stell Dich mitten in den Regen,
glaube an den Tropfensegen,
spinn Dich in dies Rauschen ein
und versuche, gut zu sein!

Stell Dich mitten in den Wind,
glaub an ihn und sei ein Kind -
laß den Sturm in Dich hinein
und versuche, gut zu sein!

Stell Dich mitten in das Feuer -
liebe dieses Ungeheuer
in des Herzens rotem Wein
und versuche, gut zu sein!

~~~~~~

Try to

Stand in the middle of the rain,
Believe in the blessing of the drops,
Cover yourself in its noise
And try to be good!

Stand in the middle of the wind
Believe in it and be a child -
Let the storm enter you
And try to be good!

Stand in the middle of the fire -
Love this monster
With the red wine of your heart
And try to be good!

(Translation - Bent Sørensen)
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