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Here's another multilingual poem then, just for you...

English cheese is good
Dutch cheese is gouda

An English sweater is soft
A Japanese one is ichi

In the UK you gently turn a tap
In the US you faucet

And English thank yous can kill with kindness
But in France it’s a merci killing
October 4, 2024 at 10:28 AM
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And here is a poem that takes a very serious look at the differences between English and German...
English weather is wet German weather is Wetter English kids are kind German kids are Kinder English mothers mumble German mothers Mutter An English please may take a bit But a German please will be bitte The English shout the word people Germans just quietly Menschen it And English sausages can be bad But a German sausage is the Wurst – Adam Sharp
October 4, 2024 at 10:18 AM
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John Wick Is So Tired by Kyra Wilder
John Wick Is So Tired by Kyra Wilder John Wick is so tired, but he can still throw a hatchet and hit a guy dead in the face he can just split other people open with anything, with a pencil because he knows what it’s like because he’s tired and loves dogs and he’s cracked right open too and I want to tell you to look at his feet when he runs the way they turn so delicately in the way they’re listing slightly, his black shoes the heels of them their heartbreaking glissade hush-hushing across the hotel tiles just look at the way he’s slipping even before he soaks the floor with other people’s blood I want to do push-ups like John Wick does in the morning so I won’t just be sad but sad and also ripped, like sad with muscles that stand out all obvious in desolate relief sad where it looks like I eat clean and have expensive taste I want to be sad but with a cut six-pack and to drink thimblefuls of espresso out of impeccable cups and I want to tell you to wait and be here and l and I wish you would be here and we could watch John Wick together and we could put our ruthless arms around each other and if we looked out the window it would be all California and I would lean in close and tell you that John Wick kills women like he’s read feminist theory which is to say I think he’s familiar with the philosophy of care and you would laugh and wait, look now, John Wick is riding that black horse like he knows just what grief is like he knows sometimes it’s killing and killing and sometimes it’s just slipping in your shoes and I want you to be here and wait, now the camera’s right on him, just all cool colors and diaphanous mood and it looks like his hand hurts like his knuckles are a little swollen but he’s not saying it and I want to know what you think of all that blue light
October 3, 2024 at 2:40 PM
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The Quiet World by Jeffrey McDaniel
The Quiet World By Jeffrey McDaniel In an effort to get people to look into each other’s eyes more, and also to appease the mutes, the government has decided to allot each person exactly one hundred and sixty-seven words, per day. When the phone rings, I put it to my ear without saying hello. In the restaurant I point at chicken noodle soup. I am adjusting well to the new way. Late at night, I call my long distance lover, proudly say I only used fifty-nine today. I saved the rest for you. When she doesn’t respond, I know she’s used up all her words, so I slowly whisper I love you thirty-two and a third times. After that, we just sit on the line and listen to each other breathe.
October 3, 2024 at 2:36 PM
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And this is Batman's Aff His Nut by Robert Florence, which, in my opinion, is easily the greatest Scottish poem ever written about Batman...
Batman’s aff his nut Have you seen the way he cuts aboot Dressed up as a mad fuckin bat Batterin guys I was lit at: “Mate, I’m worried aboot ye I know your ma and da died But everybody’s ma and da dies And we’re no aw runnin aboot Hookin muggers and Kickin psychopaths in the baws.” And that was when Batman went “Aye, but do ye ever feel like it? Do you ever look at the world and feel like it? Like having a big mad base under your hoose? Do you ever feel like drivin a big mad motor that turns intae a tank? And leatherin fuck oot of guys aw night? Scarin the fuckin shite oot of them?” And that’s when I was lit at: “Aye. Fuck it. Ah dae.” And that’s the Secret Origin of Robin And everyone else.
October 3, 2024 at 2:11 PM