“A true confession: I believe in a soluble fish.”
― Charles Simic, The Unemployed Fortune-Teller: Essays and Memoirs
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April Fools
Un poisson d’avril
Has come to tell me
Est venu me raconter
That he had been
Qu’on lui avait pris
Its pretty jump rope
Sa jolie corde à sauter
It was a horse
C’était un cheval
Who was winning over his heart
Qui l’emportait sur son coeur
Along the canal
Le long du canal
Where the tugs were waltzing
Où valsaient les remorqueurs
And then a snake
Et alors un serpent
Appointed as alternate
S’est offert comme remplaçant
The very happy fish
Le poisson très content
Left across the fields
Est parti à travers champs
It jumps so high
Il saute si haut
That he flew into the air
Qu’il s’est envolé dans l’air
It jumps so high
Il saute si haut
That he fell back into the water.
Qu’il est retombé dans l’eau.
By Boris Vian
“Sleeping Atlantis
Silent cool waters
dancing upon her skin ~
silent cool water
ushering dreams within…”
― Muse, Enigmatic Evolution
we had goldfish and they circled around and around
in the bowl on the table near the heavy drapes
covering the picture window and
my mother, always smiling, wanting us all
to be happy, told me, ‘be happy Henry!’
and she was right: it’s better to be happy if you
can
but my father continued to beat her and me several times a week while
raging inside his 6-foot-two frame because he couldn’t
understand what was attacking him from within.
my mother, poor fish,
wanting to be happy, beaten two or three times a
week, telling me to be happy: ‘Henry, smile!
why don’t you ever smile?’
and then she would smile, to show me how, and it was the
saddest smile I ever saw
one day the goldfish died, all five of them,
they floated on the water, on their sides, their
eyes still open,
and when my father got home he threw them to the cat
there on the kitchen floor and we watched as my mother
smiled
I’d like to be a water-lily sleeping on the river,
Where solemn rushes whisper, and funny ripples quiver.
All day I’d watch the blue sky—all night I’d watch the black,
Floating in the soft waves, dreaming on my back,
And when I’d tired of dreaming, I’d call a passing fish,
“I want to find the sea!” I’d shout, “Come! You can grant my wish!”
He’d bite me from my moorings, and softly I would slip
To the center of the river like an ocean-going ship.
The waves would laugh upon me. The wind would blow me fast,
And oh, what shores and wonders would greet me as I passed!
Yes, if I were a water-lily, I’d sail to sea in state—
A green frog for my captain—and a dragon-fly for my mate!
“Water-Lily” poem by John Chipman Farrar
“Oh I, I believe in magic and I believe in dreams” – Grace Slick, Dreams
“A photographer is like a cod, which produces a million eggs
in order that one may reach maturity.” ― George Bernard Shaw
This fish photo bomb and other monomadnificent photographs
will be posted later on Leanne Cole’s blog for this week’s Monochrome Madness.
►►►► Monochrome Madness – Week 13
Maverick Mist 