some fun from class....

so im in this fiction workshop class (very excited about it!) and it was our first day today. we did a little exercise, and these were the directions: we had to read this poem, and then do a "phonic translation" - we had to write what we thought each individual word sounded like....

here it goes: 

och visst finns det tid 

att undra: "Skall jag vaga? skall jag vaga?"

tid att ga uppfor trappan, tid att atertaga: 

mitt pa min skult en nytand manes laga - 

(folk sager: "vad hans har har fallit av!")

Jackettens snitt, nin mycket hoga krages skav, 

kravatt och nal, allt rikt och enkelt efter smakens krav

(folk sager: "men vad han har fallit av!")

skall jag vaga 

ofreda universum?

gott om tid, pa en minut, 

for de beslut och mothbeslut som en minut skall stryka 

ty jag har kant dem alla, redan, kant de alla, 

kant alla kvallar, morgnar - aftnar med, 

jag har matt ut mitt liv med kaffesked, 

jag kanner rosterna nar doende de falla 

mot bakgrund av musiken genom dorrar vilka glanta. 

    vad kan wal jag forvanta?

och jag har kant dem alal, kant dem redan

hawk fist fins debt bit

at tundra: "shall ya gaga? shall ya gaga?"

bit at your up-for trapped in, bit at an air god:

meet pod mean shuck in Thailand manes lack of - 

(folk sanger: "what hands are her phallic of!)

Jack attends knit, mean my kit hoagie Craig's sky

grab it hawk null, ough wit hawk in kelp after smacking crass

(folk sanger: "men had on her phallic of!"

shall ya gaga

of freedom universe some?

got em tied, pause one minute,

for the best slut hawk god bless ya some in minute shall strike her 

try jazz can them holla, red ant, cant them holla 

cant holla cavalier, mourning guard - after nerds met 

ya are made up meet live bed off Zack's head 

ya canned her rest urn now nah dough end the follow up 

my background has musk in genome adorable milker granted 

what can fall ya for vantage

hawk ya arent them holla, cant them re-dawn

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. hiiilarious.

and this is what it really means..

And indeed there will be time

To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?"

Time to turn back and descend the stair,

With a bald spot in the middle of my hair--

(They will say: 'How his hair is growing thin!")

My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,

My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin--

(They will say: "But how his arms and legs are thin!")

Do I dare

Disturb the universe?

In a minute there is time

For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

 

For I have known them all already, known them all:

Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;

I know the voices dying with a dying fall

Beneath the music from a farther room.

So how should I presume?