| TRANSLITERATION |
| ANNOTATED COMPILED FRAGMENTS AS UNEARTHED ON THE MOUNTAIN OF DEATH [switch your computer sound on for some bits) |
| Close enclosed as within the inescapable tomb, In Stygian darkness flows the Frome; Much sunken now 'neath Bristol city, Confined in culverts - oh what pity! In deep dark warrens she chunters along, Denied of sun-loving naiads song. |
| Among the graves of inevitability of the Stygian darkness Frome it flows greatly; it is close in the same way it was sealed, The city what kind of sympathy which Bristol now of neath it lets flow and the catchwater - is restricted in Ohio state! At the deeply dark nurturing rabbit place her chunters, the song of naiads which has solar love being denied. |
| Anno Domini 1240, T’was when the citizenry got naughty: Remember! Your wont t'was to wind round Bristol Castle's haven, before outpouring into the Avon - (hard on Bric Stow Bridge ye gaily ran, heart still unsullied by the burghers' plan); |
| Anno Domini 1240 when the populace becomes in vain, T'was: Remember! Around the refuge of the Avon Bristol castle it winds t'was which does not have you, before outpouring eagerly cheerfully the unsullied center still it moved on the Stow bridge ye of Bric due to the plan of burghers |
| Yon villains constrained you to a channel straight past The Marsh, A measure, in the humble poet's opinion, unnecessarily harsh; Their aim to expand yet further Mankind's dominions, And shackle fair Nature in cruellest pinions! Ach and ye - full 765 years hence your oldé route I, the poet, do bid to follow, (Wingéd gods approve mine aim, I beseech thee especially, fair Apollo!); |
| The Yon bad guy in the opinion of the rough moderate poet, forced to the channel which passes the measurement of marsh and A, unnecessarily straightly; However it should expand, dominant right goal of the mankind above that and fair character of the handcuff of the cruelest pinion! Therefore Ach and ye - the poet of route I of complete 765 years your old3e in order to continue acquires value, My ones goal, me especially thee which is entreated, fair Apollo it approves the God of Wing3ed! |
| Hark! Mayhap an answer? Yes! The windows of the Heavens open wide, The golden effulgence of the Sun God is espied. Turning and turning in the widening gyre, Descendeth the radiant God of Fire; Oh what commotion, here below The Fair Frome herself e’en stops her flow! |
| Hark! Mayhap you answer? It is! Gold effulgence of solar God espied you open the window of the heaven widely. Emission God of the fire which it turns with gyre, and Descendeth which spread turns; Some trembling under fair Frome her herself, here stop her flow e'en Ohio state! |
| “Bestir yourselves, oh effluvial deities!” Then commandeth the god, Undo the meddlings of these filthy sons of the sod!” Oh ancient river gods to my proclamation must ye harken! Or ever henceforth the skies will darken! Hoary Neptune bestir yourselfe, awake!” Straightforth from lumpen plinth steps the same, trident on high, and addressing the river thusly spake: |
| "Effluvial God of Ohio (state of) Bestir yourselves! "And as for commandeth God, interference of these impure sons of the lawn area which is cancelled! "God of the ancient river to my proclamation of Ohio state does not become ye harken! Or after that the sky becomes dark! As for Hoary Neptune yourselfe where the bestir eye has awakened! "You walk Straightforth from lumpen plinth and trident in the same way as the fact that thusly you lecture in spake of the highest and the river! |
| "Fair Frome, sweep clean this mortal coil! Frome maidens brush away these trifles of human toil! Thine ancient bed I command thee reclaim!" Striketh twice, no, thrice, Mother Earth groans as if in pain |
| "Fair Frome clean this death escaping cleans the coil! Maidens of Frome uses the brush on these trivial things of hardship of the human! As for reform of the ancient bed I order thee of Thine! "Two degrees Striketh, no, in 3 times, the groundway groan with pain |
| Then: Faster than fairies, faster than witches, Cars swept into buses, offices into ditches; All carried before the onslaught of rampant waters, Mothers shrieking, fathers and daughters; Rampaging through St Stephen's cherry-tree'd cloister, Hard by the Cheltenham & Gloucester; Flushing Baldwin Street in the wink of an eye, A canary yellow Peugot Cabriolet sailed gaily by |
| And: The car which are faster than the fairy, the magical using, fast than the bus and cleans the office to the groove; As for everything it carried before the onslaught of the mother father and the daughter who shout with the water and the metal sawing voice where you cannot start; Cheltenham and Gloucester work cloister of cherry tree'd of hard St 0N: Raging it turns; The ? of the eye as Baldwin of going back and forth washed away, as for Cabriolet of canary yellow Peugot of A |
| The Bank of Scotland - surely such brobdingnagicity will be deliver'd? All gone without a trace, not even a quiver! Four workmen, each in fluorescent yellow shift, Were, like Jonah, set adrift; |
| the Scottish bank which navigates cheerfully - is that kind of brobdingnagicity deliver'd certainly? Because the tremble is not made equal without the mark of everything which goes! 4 workers were like each one Jonah of fluorescence yellow transposition and set, wandering,; |
| Jonah of Fluorescence – what a wonderful guy! |
| Jonah of Fluorescence – what a wonderful guy! |
| Jonah of Fluorescence – what a wonderful guy! |
| And of their indomitable JCB, No more, no more was there to see. Through the Rackhay she pounding came, Tumbling the latest computer hardware along Crow Lane; and – |
| And, above this of indomitable JCB remain above seeing it was not there. She pounding comes due to Rackhay, parallels to the lane of the most recent computer & hardware crow it falls down; And – splosh! In Avon. |
| splosh! Into the Avon. |
| Then sighed all nature in scarce concealed glee, Frome and Avon in troth plighted once more to see; Quoth great Neptune, "What Nature has joined let no man put asunder!" Fair Apollo sped back to heaven amidst a roll of thunder; Back upon his plinth Poseidon climbed, And is everhence still there to find. |
| Then character everything is scanty, Avon of sighed and troth of joy and Frome which are hidden once more in order to see plighted; What kind of character the person who permits the fact that you put disjointedly! "Did not connect Quoth splendid Neptune," promoted fair Apollo in the heaven in the roll of the thunder; Still is everhence there where Poseidon rises in that plinth, should find. |
| ?? andante sostenuto??? |
| Avon? ? Frome? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Builded! Oh? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Frome? ? ? ? ' Twixt? Promenade? ? ? Verdure'd? BanksWith? ? ? ? ? ? PranceGert? ? ? T'wud? ? ? ? TruthA? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? -? ? ? ? ? ' Arcadial '? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Satyrs? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Maidens of Frome? ? ? ? ? ? ? Arbour; Then? Forsooth? ? ? Frome? |
| Frome maidens gambolled in the Floating Harbour, Whilst nymphs and satyrs were again glimpsed in Castle Park arbour; Then came hence proud Bristolians to stare, And with one voice cried, "Nay, henceforth never mair! From North to South to East to West, We citizens of Bristol will not rest, Until Fair Bristolia becomes of all cities the best!" |
| Maidens with the floating port nymph and satyrs for the second time with the arbor of the castle park between glimpsed, gambolled; Then therefore you scrutinize as for Bristolians which you brag to come, simultaneously, "Nay mair after that under any condition, you did not shout! north from south to east west to, we as for Bristol citizen fair Bristolia everything city good! |
| Let the rose became ever more gilded, And at confluence of Avon and Frome the new Jerusalem be builded! Oh citizenry, let Frome sparkle anew ‘twixt fresh verdure’d banks With room to promenade and horses to prance Gert lush, t’wud be in truth A veritable Arcadia – pardon me, ‘Arcadial’, forsooth |
| Until it becomes, if the rose which does not go to bed permits rather than becoming is golded plate, with the confluence of Frome and Avon which is new Jerusalem builded! The new verdure'd bank where as for the populace of Ohio state, the promenade room of twixt of the of the shining of Frome has been attached is freshly permitted, the prance horse of Gert permits and is true Arcadia of liquor and t'wud A - my ` Arcadial ' and forsooth really |
| But, seriously, tell me, tell me, Bristol proud, Thou cockpit of squeaking students and traffic loud: When last to your rivers didst harken, Whilst the years roll past and the ages darken? A droll parody thinkest thou the poet doth spin, Which mayhap ends up in the wastepaper bin |
| But, seriously, do to call to me, the student who creaks you brag, cockpit me of Thou, call to Bristol, buy and sell with yell: While year rolls, age becomes dark, when does didst continue in the harken your river? The revolution of doth of the poet where thinkest thou of droll parody mayhap finishes in the large box of wastepaper, |
| Yet perchance in a mere fable there lieth yet a warning, Of rising sea levels caused by global warming.. Think on't - Bristol past, present and future, A city to love, desire and nurture. In the words of your own boy poet Whose moniker was not this Ralph Hoyte: |
| Wyshynge echome it maie last, Till the date of daies be past Gentle citizen, make amends To which I say, "be friends." |
| The compensation which I who as for the echome that of Wyshynge passing the calm citizen maie last, is to the date of daies, does say, the friend who "is. " |
| By Lalufu Hoito-san AD twenty-oh-five |