Essay from Gafurova Mahbuba

Problems and Analysis Methods of Translation Practice in the Exercise 

Andijan Davlar Institute of Foreign Languages

4th Printing Student: Gafurova Mahbuba

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Supervisor: Kadirova Nargiza

Annotation. This article discusses in detail a wide range of problems in translation practice, the reasons for their origin and methods of analysis. In particular, the grammatical, lexical, stylistic and cultural differences between the Uzbek and German languages affect the translation process, and what scientific methods should be used to overcome these differences. On the basis of the leading ideas of translation theory, practical and theoretical approaches are analyzed, the qualifications, skills and strategies necessary for the translator are discussed.

Keywords. Translation practice, translation theory, German language, Uzbek language, methods of analysis, grammatical differences, lexical differences, cultural differences, pragmatic differences, linguistic approach, cultural approach, functional equivalence, transcription.

Translation has been one of the most important tools of intercultural communication throughout human history. Today, the role of translation is becoming more and more important as global connections in science, technology, literature, politics, and other fields increase. Translation has become not only a means of transferring information between languages, but also of transferring spiritual and social values from one culture to another. The structure of the Uzbek language and the German language, the style of expression, and the cultural basis differ significantly. These differences create many difficulties in the translation process. A translator must translate not only literally, but also correctly convey its meaning, style, cultural context, communicative purpose. The article comprehensively analyzes the problems encountered in translation practice and proposes solutions based on modern scientific methods.

The main problems of translation practice. Lexical problems. There are significant differences between the vocabulary and lexical structures of the Uzbek and German languages. Whereas in Uzbek a word often has many meanings, in German there is a specific expression for each meaning. For example, the Uzbek verb “to see” denotes a general action and is used in different contexts: to see (with an eye), to see (to experiment), to see (to meet). In German, various verbs are used for these cases, such as sehen (to see with the eye), erleben (to experiment), sich treffen (to meet). The translator should analyze the context in depth and choose the appropriate option. Problems are also common in the translation of phraseological units. Phraseologisms often have a cultural basis in German and appear strange or incomprehensible in German when translated directly. For example, expressions such as “Heartbreak” should be conveyed in translation with an appropriate equivalent or annotation.

Grammar problems. Differences in grammatical systems create many problems in the translation process. Uzbek language is an agglutinatable language, and grammatical meanings are expressed by suffixes. In German, there are genders of nouns (masculine, feminine, neutral) and are designated by the articles. In Uzbek, the basic structure of a sentence is simple (I went to school), whereas in German the word order is based on a strict rule (Ich bin zur Schule gegangen). Secondary verbs and auxiliary verbs are used a lot in the sentence. In German, the form of nouns and articles change (der Tisch – den Tisch, dem Tisch and so on) if more pronouncements are indicated in Uzbek.

Such discrepancies require structural adaptations and grammatical transformations in translation.

Stylistic problems. Uzbek literary style is characterized by softer, more emotionally rich expressions. In German, on the other hand, the emphasis is on expressing clearly, concisely, and logically. It takes great skill to find their functional equivalent when translating into German poetic metaphors, exaggerations, means of expression, which are often used in Uzbek literature or in everyday speech. Otherwise, the translation may look dry and artificial. Also, many expressions used in the Uzbek language as part of respect and manners are divided into formal or informal forms in German (via the forms Sie and du). Choosing the right level will ensure the accuracy of the translation and its appropriateness to the context.

Cultural and pragmatic issues. Fundamental differences between Uzbek and German cultures are often noticed in the translation process. For example, in Uzbek culture special respect is given to adults and requires a lot of care in speech. In German society, however, the principle of equality is stronger, and this is also noticeable in the tone of speech. Since religious and national realities (for example, “iftor”, “savob”, “Sufi”) often found in Uzbek are not exactly equivalent in German culture, the translator must interpret these concepts or translate them with cultural adaptation. Pragmatically, what is acceptable and acceptable in one culture may have negative connotations in another. In such situations, the translator should use the method of adaptation (localization), taking into account the purpose of the text and the audience.

Translation Analysis Methods. Linguistic analysis. Linguistic analysis is a method of in-depth study of the interaction of language systems and elements in the translation process. It is carried out at the level of grammatical structures, syntax, morphology and phonetics. For example, differences such as the adaptation of the free speech order in Uzbek to the strict order of free speech in German, or the manner in which tenses are expressed (in Uzbek language the most accurate tense is clearly defined, then in German tenses are often understood in context) are determined by linguistic analysis. Cultural analysis. Cultural analysis involves the analysis of the cultural codes, values, traditions of the translated text. The translator identifies the differences between the source culture and the receiving culture and develops adapted options. Cultural analysis is especially important in translating national concepts, holidays, religious terms, and everyday customs. Functional Analysis. Functional analysis is a translation technique that takes into account the communicative purpose, audience, and context of a text. In this way, the translation is done not only verbatim but also while maintaining the overall effect of the text. For example, when translating ad text, you need to remember that its goal is to sell the product, so it will be more important to maintain an impactful focus on your audience, rather than translating the words correctly.

The practice of translation is not a simple language change, but a complex cultural and stylistic process of transfer. Translation work between Uzbek and German should study in depth the grammatical, lexical, stylistic, and cultural differences and apply the appropriate analysis techniques to each gap. The use of a harmonious combination of linguistic, cultural and functional analysis methods in overcoming translation problems is a key factor for improving the quality and effectiveness of translation. A translator should always expand his language skills, cultural knowledge and be aware of modern translation methodology. Translation is a process that requires not only knowledge, but also art, patience, experience and a creative approach.

                                              References

1. Baker, Mona. In Other Words: A Coursebook on Translation. Routledge, 2018.

2. Newmark, Peter. A Textbook of Translation. Prentice Hall, 1988.

3. House, Juliane. Translation Quality Assessment: Past and Present. Routledge, 2015.

4. Hatim, Basil; Mason, Ian. Discourse and the Translator. Routledge, 1990.

5. Nord, Christiane. Text Analysis in Translation: Theory, Methodology, and Didactic Application. Rodopi, 2005.

6. Venuti, Lawrence. The Translator’s Invisibility: A History of Translation. Routledge, 1995.

7. Kadyrova, M. Comparative grammar of Uzbek and German languages. Tashkent, 2015.

8. Shukurov, B. Fundamentals of translation theory. Tashkent, 2010.

9. Snell-Hornby, Mary. Translation Studies: An Integrated Approach. John Benjamins, 1995.

10. Schäffner, Christina. Translation and Intercultural Communication. Routledge, 2012.

Essay from Oblaqulova Gulshoda 

Central Asian teen girl in a white tee shirt, long black hair in a ponytail, an arch of books behind her.

Japanese and Uzbek Idioms: Shared Wisdom, Shared Mentality

Abstract:

This article presents a scientific analysis of the similarities between Japanese and Uzbek idioms. Through examples, the shared aspects of both nations’ worldviews are revealed. The meanings of the idioms and their cultural significance are examined, as well as their importance in translation and language learning.

Keywords: Japanese language, Uzbek language, idioms, proverbs, mentality, culture, translation, semantic similarity, language teaching, translation practice.

Every nation’s mentality and culture are reflected through its language. Idioms and proverbs, in particular, embody the accumulated experiences, values, and perspectives of a people over centuries.

Although the Japanese and Uzbek peoples are geographically and linguistically distant, the similarities in their idioms reflect shared patterns in thought and worldview.

This article analyzes the similarities of idioms in Japanese and Uzbek based on scholarly sources.

1. Shared Mentality Reflected in Idioms

Idioms in both Japanese and Uzbek are often rooted in life experience, wisdom, and ancient proverbs. The following examples clearly demonstrate this:

七転び八起き (Nanakorobi yaoki) – “Fall seven times, rise eight.”

This corresponds directly with the Uzbek idioms.

In both cultures, this phrase expresses resilience and determination in the face of hardship.

猿も木から落ちる (Saru mo ki kara ochiru) – “Even monkeys fall from trees.”

This aligns with the Uzbek expressions .

It means that even experienced individuals can make mistakes.

蓼食う虫も好き好き (Tade kuu mushi mo sukizuki) – “Some insects even enjoy eating bitter herbs.”

This idiom corresponds with the Uzbek saying (“Everyone has different tastes”).

It highlights that personal preferences vary from person to person.

2. The Role of Idioms in National Mentality

Through idioms, nations express their life experiences, values, and psychological characteristics.

Japanese idioms tend to emphasize patience, calmness, and aesthetic values, while Uzbek idioms highlight friendship, devotion, and perseverance.

3. The Importance of Idioms in Translation and Language Learning

For translators and language learners, idioms hold particular significance.

A translator must prioritize the semantic and contextual equivalents of idioms rather than their literal meanings. This ensures that the translation feels natural and culturally appropriate.

Conclusion

In conclusion, Japanese and Uzbek idioms show many similarities, reflecting shared aspects of the two peoples’ life philosophies.

Analyzing idioms reveals the interconnection of mentalities and cultural values. In translation and language teaching, the accurate and natural rendering of idioms is of great importance.

References:

Ikegami, Y. (2005). Japanese Proverbs and Sayings. Tokyo: Kodansha International.

Toshmurodova, G. (2018). Idioms in Uzbek: Concept, Classification, Interpretation. Tashkent: Fan Publishing.

Natsume, S. (2020). Understanding Japanese Culture through Idioms. Kyoto University Press.

Komatsu, H. (2016). Japanese Idioms: Cultural Insight through Language. Osaka: Nihon Bunka Kenkyūsha.

Nazarova, G. (2019). The Role of Idioms in Translation and Their Equivalent Matches. Journal of Philological Issues, No. 2, pp. 45–49.

Khudoyberganov, Q. (2017). Theory and Practice of Translation. Tashkent: Yangi Asr Avlodi.

Oblaqulova Gulshoda was born in Bakhmal district, Jizzakh region.

She is a first-year student at the Uzbekistan State World Languages University, Faculty of Eastern Philology, majoring in Japanese Language.

Synchronized Chaos Mid-April Issue: Lost and Found

First of all, we wish everyone a very happy Earth Day! Here’s a picture from regular contributing artist Jacques Fleury.

Pink gate leading to a park with trees, branches spreading but not many leaves. Grass and shadows of the tree branches on the ground, a sign on the gate reads "Harvest Hope" in multi-colored graffiti style letters. Sky is blue.
Image c/o Jacques Fleury

Poet and essayist Abigail George, whom we’ve published many times, shares the fundraiser her book’s press has created for her. She’s seeking contributions for office supplies and resources to be able to serve as a speaker and advocate for others who have experienced trauma or deal with mental health issues.

Also, the Educational Bookshop in Jerusalem, a store that has the mission of peaceful dialogue and education, invites readers to donate new or gently used books (all genres) that have been meaningful to them, with a note enclosed for future readers about why the books were meaningful. (The books don’t have to be about peace or social justice or the Mideast, although they can be). Please send books here. US-based Interlink Publishing has also started a GoFundMe for the store.

We’re also having a presence at the Hayward Lit Hop festival this year, and we encourage everyone to attend this free, all-ages event! Many local writers will share their work and we will also host an open mic.

Flyer for the Hayward Lit Hop. Light and dark green, text is black and there's a green frog image next to a microphone. White image of an open book presents the Lit Hop schedule, which is at haywardlithop.com
Image c/o Carl Gorringe

Passing along a message from someone who contacted us. If you’re interested, please email Mark directly at jennybridge45@gmail.com

Hi there, As a seasoned coordinator of educational events, this is my official introduction. Mark is my name. I hope our conversations won’t be hampered by my hearing loss. For an upcoming workshop, I’m searching for an illustrator, cartoonist, or artist to work with on a project. I’ll go over the project needs in detail and pay your fees in advance if you can assist. Once I indicate what has to be depicted or drawn, you can estimate the cost.

Mark Stewart from Ohio, USA.

This month’s theme is Lost and Found.

Winter scene of the sun shining through dense fog, barren trees on the horizon, and paved concrete dusted with snow.
Photo c/o Brian Barbeito

Brian Barbeito shares a mindful reflection on walking a paved road, finding a human place in nature. Rustamova Asalay depicts a farmer in tune with the sun and the cycles of nature. Stephen Jarrell Williams contributes several different ways of looking at and interacting with a city plaza. David Woodward contemplates life and aging while observing his garden, yet to bloom. Sayani Mukherjee dreams of flowers, rivers and mortality, biological life undergirding a modern city. Grzegorz Wroblewski, in a second set of poetry translated by Peter Burzynski, probes the corporeal and how we nourish ourselves.

Maniq Chakraborty speaks to being a lost traveler on a psychological journey. David Sapp writes of ordinary people and the weight of regret for their past choices, whether justifiable or not. Mykyta Ryzhykh’s poetry portrays people trapped in memory or dreamtime. Graciela Noemi Villaverde laments our human limitations: mortality and fragmentary knowledge. Sheila Murphy addresses isolation, confusion, and the weakness of language when it comes to expressing inmost feelings.

Bokijonova Madinabonu Batirovna’s piece explores the universality of grief and how it fragments and hardens some people’s selves. Denis Emorine’s novella Broken Identities explores the weight of the past, even a past we didn’t live through, and how it affects our sense of self. Tamara Walker (T.A. Aehrens) explores the practical and psychological process of repentance and healing from cultural sins in her novel Leaves from the Vine in an interview with editor Cristina Deptula. Vo Thi Nhu Mai’s elegant, understated poems express the weight of memory and unanswered questions.

Bouquet of faded silk roses tied up with lace, old style silver watch.
Image c/o Haanala76

Eva Petropoulou Lianou’s poem, translated from Greek to English, and then to Bangla by Md. Sadiqur Rahman Rumen, expresses a warmer view of the past and nostalgia for the simple kindnesses of her childhood. Sterling Warner’s poetry revels in nostalgia, nature, and culture – from Silicon Valley to Oktoberfest. Mahbub Alam describes in great detail the Bangladeshi New Year celebration. Rashidova Shaxrizoda pays homage to her cultural past and the poetic heritage of Alisher Navoi. Kylian Cubilla Gomez looks at nature and culture with a whimsical and curious eye. Lilian Dipasupil Kunimasa learns from the past while planning for the future and playfully musing about the present.

Nigar Nurulla Khalilova’s poetic speaker leaves a beloved to pursue artistic dreams in a journey that resembles a camel caravan. Lalezar Orinbayeva reflects on how her youthful dreams have changed over time, but she has not lost her optimism or determination. Ismailova Hilola outlines events that inspired her to become a teacher, how she found her life’s calling.

Eshboyev Oybek Davlat Oglu also speaks to education, highlighting potential roles for e-learning. Shahina Olimova researches the use of role-playing games in English language learning.

Vintage children's illustration where a little boy in a blue jacket and shorts and shoes with blonde hair is riding a silvery moon like a boat with sails off through clouds and stars. Wispy pastel colors.
Vintage art illustration of a little boy riding the moon on the ocean waves from children’s story book by artist Ida Rentoul Outhwaite, c/o Karen Arnold

Chimezie Ihekuna shares his life’s purpose, asserting his artistic independence and desire to make the world a better place through writing and music. Biljana Letic of the Balkan Beats radio program interviews Maja Milojkovic about the spiritual, intercultural, and humane inspirations behind her writing. Shamsiya Khudoynazarova Turumovna’s poetry celebrates the beauty, grace, and discipline that goes into crafting haiku. Vernon Frazer positions words and shapes and fonts onto three pages with a loose theme of music. Rizal Tanjung explores the nuances and ambiguities within Anna Keiko’s abstract paintings. Jim Meirose’s piece mutates language into a mix of fonts and verbs and sounds, giving the sense of flying a plane.

Jacques Fleury also experiments with language as he reflects on learning to “go with the flow” of life, even when life’s “flow” is uneven, in a piece crafted during meditation. Gabriela Marin’s gentle poems evoke dreams, intimacy, and the imagination. Duane Vorhees’ pieces speak to attraction and intimacy, longing for human and poetic muses. Sam Hendrian explores moments of human connection and faux-connection.

Eva Petropoulou Lianou urges human solidarity and friendship: she wishes for women to stand together and befriend each other. Dr. Jernail S. Anand’s essay reminds us that society’s leaders should represent ethical values beyond money and power. Rahmat A. Muhammad expresses her hopes for international and domestic peace within her country. Ahmed Farooq Baidoon urges the world to become worthy of its children. Isabel Gomes de Diego’s photos celebrate new and burgeoning life in various forms. Isaac Aju’s short story challenges the Nigerian social taboo about middle-aged women remaining unmarried, celebrating a broader scope of people and lifestyles.

Woman with dark hair and a green backpack and denim jacket taking a camera photo of blossoming cherry trees near a city skyline with tanks and camouflaged soldiers in the background.
Image c/o Gerd Altmann

Even as we find some new joys and new lives, we sadly lose others. Ahmed Miqdad laments the destruction of Gaza and its ravages on both land and souls. Emran Emon decries the killing in Gaza and the U.N.’s lack of action. Daniel De Culla lampoons those who lead humanity while willfully ignoring climate change.

Sandro Piedrahita’s tale of conquest, tragedy, and some tiny justice finally served dramatizes the Spanish colonization of the Incas. Z.I. Mahmud explores dystopian elements within Margaret Atwood’s feminist classic The Handmaid’s Tale.

On a more personal level, Anna Keiko’s youthful-sounding poetry expresses tender lovesickness and fear of losing her beloved. Taylor Dibbert’s weary poetic speaker gives up on the dating world. Bill Tope’s short story presents a tragic interpersonal situation with tenderness, causing readers to think about the role of the justice system.

Two men with darker skin pull a small yellow, red, and blue fishing canoe to shore. A mesh and wood structure is on the sandy beach on this sunny day, a hillside with trees is off in the distance.
Jamaican fishermen prepare for a storm. Image c/o Lee Wag

Christopher Bernard’s piece illustrates how humans can defend ourselves against all sorts of danger with calm, mindful preparedness. We hope that this issue will not only charm and entertain, but inspire and strengthen you to face the days ahead.

Poetry from Mykyta Ryzhykh

City of Others

Three flash-fictions,

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1. The Ministry of Lost Things

On the third sublevel of City Hall, where ventilation schematics have long since been swallowed by time, there is an office no one ever asks about.

The Ministry of Lost Things.

It appears on no building plan, yet boxes are constantly being delivered there.

Inside: socks, buttons, names of dead cats, lost dreams, forgotten keys to apartments that no longer exist.

The Minister is a pale man in a dark suit, with a face that seems slightly unfinished — as if the sculptor gave up halfway through.

He never lifts his eyes. He only whispers:

— What have you lost?

The clients vary. Some are looking for umbrellas. Some — for childhood.

One man returned for three years in a row, looking for his lost sense of humor, but each time he received only a receipt… and the faint sound of laughter behind the wall.

— We don’t return things, — they told him.

— We only register the absence.

One day, a child came in. He held a handful of air.

— This was my imaginary friend, — he said. — He disappeared when I grew up.

The Minister looked up from his papers.

For the first time ever.

— You don’t understand, — he said. — You disappeared.

And he just stayed… waiting.

2. The Letter That Never Arrived

Every morning, Edith came to the post office looking for a letter. Since 1957.

She would arrive precisely at 9:03, in a gray coat with a pearl button, walk up to the window, and say the same phrase:

— “Perhaps today.”

Young clerks came and went, aged, retired.

Only Danny — now gray and hunched — remembered that once, in 1957, she really did receive a letter.

She opened it, read it… and froze.

The next day, she came again.

— “Perhaps today,” she said, as if nothing had happened. And she kept coming.

No one knew who the letter had been from.

No one knew what it said.

And she never told.

On her table at home stood a crystal vase. Inside — carefully folded, yellowed with time — was the envelope. Opened. Empty.

3. Dream Registration

A new department opened in the city. Not for complaints, not for taxes. For the registration of dreams.

— Not a storyline, but the right to one, — explained the clerk.

— So that no one later appears in your dreams without permission.

The first to come was a man who, every night, dreamt of the same woman. He didn’t know who she was, but every time he woke up in tears.

— I want to keep her for myself.

— Describe her.

He described her eyes, her voice, the moment of farewell. Without a word, the clerk handed him a form: “Dream No. 14382. Registered. Claims denied.”

Then came a woman who hadn’t dreamt anything in a long time. She demanded compensation.

— For the void.

— That’s not for us. That goes to the neighboring department.

In the corner sat a boy, drawing something on his palm.

— And what are you waiting for?

He didn’t look up.

— I was born in a dream. No one registered me.

By evening, a man in a suit arrived. There was a stamp on his forehead.

— I am a foreign dream. Someone invented me and then forgot about me. I want to be free.

The clerk sighed.

— That’s against the rules. If you become real — who will be held accountable?

— And what if no one answers? — asked the man.

Then the lights in the room went out, and no one ever woke up again.

Story from Jim Meirose

Embedded Bonus Book                                                         

 OK. OK. This here flows the muspascat-taculan room used for musing up only.

There you go here you are pull that up and sit click down as;

This flows get inside now please yes Mommy yes the muspascat-taculan room used for musing only.

This the muspascat-taculan room used for only.   Canada’s the root source of most rotary conversations knuckle-knuckle                                    insert size medium plath cementeriannatipn here and return in ten  minutes

This muspascat-taculan room get inside now please dinner’s ready get inside yes Mommy yes used only.

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tight slacks or tight trousers big sofa or davenport rocker-recliner please we’re here for hats not hose (particuluplarre)

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! there we’re sure that’s enough if there’r spares do not trouble to return to inventory for NO its not yes yes no maybe pay two dollars please ; .. ,,    I want to keep them fresh and holy Mommy just like you do I also want to too

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                                               are we in deep enough now

swivel-pivot

I hope so

                                            no you don’t son hope doesn’t count as a strategy round-about here and environs

Nancy!

What?

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What? My God, no. That is terrible.

Yes, terrible, And, where it is now is, a mystery.

Sure is yes, sure is.

I really want to see it but it seems no longer there.

What a pity.

No longer there.

A pity.

Not there.

Pitiful.

Yes. BackWhang!

Yes.

Yes pitiful Party! Oh, *## simply stand simply stand simply  

Poetry from Lilian Dipasupil Kunimasa

Light skinned Filipina woman with reddish hair, a green and yellow necklace, and a floral pink and yellow and green blouse.
Lilian Dipasupil Kunimasa

Foresight Hindsight Intention

Foresight

Favored Dream

Opportunity

Risky Chance

Excitement

Spiritual Hope

Impatience

Gaiety

High Expectations

Take off

Hindsight

Depression

Realization

Emotional Regret

Anguish

Decided Repentance

Once saw a huge chance in life

A dream is a foresight’s wife

Hope to end a current strife

Excited with jewelled knife

Look back seen in clearer light

Could be this could be that bright

Jewelled knife cuts one’s hindsight

One did wrong or one did right

Excitement that builds passion

Regrets grew to depression

Wisdom learned a lesson

All depends on intention

Foresight shows possible way

Hindsight shows another way

Intention weights worth of clay

Wiser for a walk next day

One cannot see the future

Heart shows only its nature

Allow not past to torture

Foresight from hindsight mature.

Ramblings

Brain freeze

Cursor sneeze

Words wheeze

Sherlock’s quiz

Yahoo! Google

Interacting doodle

Gray matter noodle

Uncut fur of poodle

Images of toony

Searching coony

Howls of moony

Dance of a loony

Tippy tipsy tap

Mouse hook to lap

Links of maze map

Disconnected wap

Steaming coffee

Melted bar toffee

Sugar cubes fee

Webbed surfee.

Lilian Dipasupil Kunimasa was born January 14, 1965, in Manila Philippines. She has worked as a retired Language Instructor, interpreter, caregiver, secretary, product promotion employee, and private therapeutic masseur. Her works have been published as poems and short story anthologies in several language translations for e-magazines, monthly magazines, and books; poems for cause anthologies in a Zimbabwean newspaper; a feature article in a Philippine newspaper; and had her works posted on different poetry web and blog sites. She has been writing poems since childhood but started on Facebook only in 2014. For her, Poetry is life and life is poetry.

Lilian Kunimasa considers herself a student/teacher with the duty to learn, inspire, guide, and motivate others to contribute to changing what is seen as normal into a better world than when she steps into it. She has always considered life as an endless journey, searching for new goals, and challenges and how she can in small ways make a difference in every path she takes. She sees humanity as one family where each one must support the other and considers poets as a voice for Truth in pursuit of Equality and proper Stewardship of nature despite the hindrances of distorted information and traditions.

Poetry from Duane Vorhees

I WEAR YOUR NET

Empires live by iron and corn

and die in marble and famine.

You brought the starvation and war

that harbingered this, my ruin.

I cannot take my rightful throne;

you hold robe and crown and scepter.

All of my ghosts are made of stone.

I’m the quarry, you’re the sculptor.

When someone asks me why I wear

your net? I thought it my ladder.

I aspire into stratosphere

but you keep me in your cellar.

My voice and my vision are lost

among your parrots and mirrors.

You use your dust and mist and rust

to confuse merit with error.

SOME HORIZON

A poet sits next to G. B. Shaw, unopened.

Poet has no mind to drive his pen.

A momentary rickshaw draws from the mist

but is swallowed back in fog with a stumble and list.

Flirtatious Alpha Centauri beckons to the telescopes

but poet’s flaccid astronomer fails to focus.

All the usual muses are asleep,

the whiskey and the mistresses, strangers in the street;

neither the etchings on the walls nor the scrimshaw on the shelf

volunteer to help.

Empty poet begs along the Word,

laments poetry’s place as kickshaw at the smorgasbord.

And then — poet imagines

Humanity in its dungeon —

unbathed – hungry as a blight —

encaged in rags — in a hint of sunlight —

a detested defiled diseased

tenement for generations of fleas —

the cell’s metal, complicit embrace of laxity —

a skeletal thread against a mildew tapestry —

cornucopia of hopeless hope

that even a poor pen surpasses the sturdy rope,

that any desperate continuing

improves on the endless end,

–that hacksaws and pardons

may exist on some horizon,

dandelion the shackles,

and be lion to jackals.

ERGONOMICS

Sitting aside the curb a=nursing coffee and croissants, I can’t help but marvel at couples passing by. Nearly every boy is just-high enough that her head lies snugly in the fit between his face and shoulder. And this inexorably leads me to reminisce about baseballs, how they used to lodge so comfortably in my fingers’ arc, precisely like the exact hyperbole of your remembered breast.

FRENCH KISS, 1789

A girl like a powdered queen.

Man massive and lean.

A love like a guillotine.

As mundane, as keen.

BLACKENING FACTORY

Magpies harangue

jewelled peacocks

to picket the sky.

The river smiles

below

the pier.

The machinery of sex

processes

our progeny.

Silent silver moonface

ticks

toward overtime.

Dusk goes dark goes dawn goes day goes dusk.

The highway

prays toward

E N dl es ss s::

perspective. Every exit

becomes

just

another

road