"I worked in an office overlooking Puget Sound for a year and my only job was to pick up the phone. It didn't ring for a year and a half."


.i lu le brife ri'a le nalci pelo lobzgi li'u tcita di'e .itu'e

puki filei le jbotut.
cmana pu co'anai tavla
.i go'i fileri ctino co
carmyzirpu .i go'i
fi lei danlu sutra
.e lei spati masno

.i go'i file tsani co skari
befo noda poi na'e
vizyzva .i go'i fi
lei kobli .e lei pamei
cedlidne .e lei sorgu
.e lei pijveljdima

.i go'i fi lei to'e morji ja
no'e morji ja morji be le mijyjbo
.i go'i fi lei pemcrxaiku.
.e lei pemcrdrotkueit.
e lei valsi morna .e lei
pemci be da poi pu'o

cusku kai la jbotut.
i go'i filei tarci
.e lei tarkemnimcevni
.i go'i fi lei mu'e desku
tumla kei .e lei toldi
poi jmive ti'u le cimni

.i di'u zo'u ni'inai ri ku
fi lei xamsi cu tavla pu'o

"The wind of the wing of Lojban-music": One had not yet spoken of the mountains of Lojbanistan, or of their deep purple shadows. Of the animal fast-ones & the plant slow-ones. Of the sky a color which no one elsewhere has perceived. Of the cabbages & of the kings, & of the sorghum & of the wise-vendors. Of the forgetters or rememberers or those who neither remember nor forget Middle Lojban. Of the haiku & of the Drottkvaett. Of word-arrangements & of poems about what is not yet expressed about Lojbanistan. Of the stars & of star-goddesses. Of the earthquakes & of butterflies that live forever. About the preceding, regardless of it, one had not yet spoken about the seas."


Gabcast! etheric notes #9


 

The New Latin.


"Form is a straitjacket in the way that a straitjacket was a straitjacket for Houdini."
— Paul Muldoon, The Irish Times, 19 April 2003
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