Friday, 31 October 2014

Dikt; "Halloween" av Robert Burns

Upon that night, when fairies light
On Cassilis Downans dance,
Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze,
On sprightly coursers prance;
Or for Colean the route is ta'en,
Beneath the moon's pale beams;
There, up the cove, to stray and rove,
Among the rocks and streams
To sport that night.

Among the bonny winding banks,
Where Doon rins, wimplin' clear,
Where Bruce ance ruled the martial ranks,
And shook his Carrick spear,
Some merry, friendly, country-folks,
Together did convene,
To burn their nits, and pou their stocks,
And haud their Halloween
Fu' blithe that night.

The lasses feat, and cleanly neat,
Mair braw than when they're fine;
Their faces blithe, fu' sweetly kythe,
Hearts leal, and warm, and kin';
The lads sae trig, wi' wooer-babs,
Weel knotted on their garten,
Some unco blate, and some wi' gabs,
Gar lasses' hearts gang startin'
Whiles fast at night.

Then, first and foremost, through the kail,
Their stocks maun a' be sought ance;
They steek their een, and graip and wale,
For muckle anes and straught anes.
Poor hav'rel Will fell aff the drift,
And wander'd through the bow-kail,
And pou't, for want o' better shift,
A runt was like a sow-tail,
Sae bow't that night.

Then, staught or crooked, yird or nane,
They roar and cry a' throu'ther;
The very wee things, todlin', rin,
Wi' stocks out owre their shouther;
And gif the custoc's sweet or sour.
Wi' joctelegs they taste them;
Syne cozily, aboon the door,
Wi cannie care, they've placed them
To lie that night.

The lasses staw frae 'mang them a'
To pou their stalks of corn:
But Rab slips out, and jinks about,
Behint the muckle thorn:
He grippet Nelly hard and fast;
Loud skirl'd a' the lasses;
But her tap-pickle maist was lost,
When kitlin' in the fause-house
Wi' him that night.

The auld guidwife's well-hoordit nits,
Are round and round divided,
And monie lads' and lasses' fates
Are there that night decided:
Some kindle coothie, side by side,
And burn thegither trimly;
Some start awa, wi' saucy pride,
And jump out-owre the chimlie
Fu' high that night.

Jean slips in twa wi' tentie ee;
Wha 'twas she wadna tell;
But this is Jock, and this is me,
She says in to hersel:
He bleezed owre her, and she owre him,
As they wad never mair part;
Till, fuff! he started up the lum,
And Jean had e'en a sair heart
To see't that night.

Poor Willie, wi' his bow-kail runt,
Was brunt wi' primsie Mallie;
And Mallie, nae doubt, took the drunt,
To be compared to Willie;
Mall's nit lap out wi' pridefu' fling,
And her ain fit it brunt it;
While Willie lap, and swore by jing,
'Twas just the way he wanted
To be that night.

Nell had the fause-house in her min',
She pits hersel and Rob in;
In loving bleeze they sweetly join,
Till white in ase they're sobbin';
Nell's heart was dancin' at the view,
She whisper'd Rob to leuk for't:
Rob, stowlins, prie'd her bonny mou',
Fu' cozie in the neuk for't,
Unseen that night.

But Merran sat behint their backs,
Her thoughts on Andrew Bell;
She lea'es them gashin' at their cracks,
And slips out by hersel:
She through the yard the nearest taks,
And to the kiln goes then,
And darklins graipit for the bauks,
And in the blue-clue throws then,
Right fear't that night.

And aye she win't, and aye she swat,
I wat she made nae jaukin',
Till something held within the pat,
Guid Lord! but she was quakin'!
But whether 'was the deil himsel,
Or whether 'twas a bauk-en',
Or whether it was Andrew Bell,
She didna wait on talkin'
To spier that night.

Wee Jennie to her grannie says,
"Will ye go wi' me, grannie?
I'll eat the apple at the glass
I gat frae Uncle Johnnie:"
She fuff't her pipe wi' sic a lunt,
In wrath she was sae vap'rin',
She notice't na, an aizle brunt
Her braw new worset apron
Out through that night.

"Ye little skelpie-limmer's face!
I daur you try sic sportin',
As seek the foul thief ony place,
For him to spae your fortune.
Nae doubt but ye may get a sight!
Great cause ye hae to fear it;
For mony a ane has gotten a fright,
And lived and died deleeret
On sic a night.

"Ae hairst afore the Sherramoor, --
I mind't as weel's yestreen,
I was a gilpey then, I'm sure
I wasna past fifteen;
The simmer had been cauld and wat,
And stuff was unco green;
And aye a rantin' kirn we gat,
And just on Halloween
It fell that night.

"Our stibble-rig was Rab M'Graen,
A clever sturdy fallow:
His son gat Eppie Sim wi' wean,
That lived in Achmacalla:
He gat hemp-seed, I mind it weel,
And he made unco light o't;
But mony a day was by himsel,
He was sae sairly frighted
That very night."

Then up gat fechtin' Jamie Fleck,
And he swore by his conscience,
That he could saw hemp-seed a peck;
For it was a' but nonsense.
The auld guidman raught down the pock,
And out a hanfu' gied him;
Syne bade him slip frae 'mang the folk,
Some time when nae ane see'd him,
And try't that night.

He marches through amang the stacks,
Though he was something sturtin;
The graip he for a harrow taks.
And haurls it at his curpin;
And every now and then he says,
"Hemp-seed, I saw thee,
And her that is to be my lass,
Come after me, and draw thee
As fast this night."

He whistled up Lord Lennox' march
To keep his courage cheery;
Although his hair began to arch,
He was say fley'd and eerie:
Till presently he hears a squeak,
And then a grane and gruntle;
He by his shouther gae a keek,
And tumbled wi' a wintle
Out-owre that night.

He roar'd a horrid murder-shout,
In dreadfu' desperation!
And young and auld came runnin' out
To hear the sad narration;
He swore 'twas hilchin Jean M'Craw,
Or crouchie Merran Humphie,
Till, stop! she trotted through them
And wha was it but grumphie
Asteer that night!

Meg fain wad to the barn hae gaen,
To win three wechts o' naething;
But for to meet the deil her lane,
She pat but little faith in:
She gies the herd a pickle nits,
And two red-cheekit apples,
To watch, while for the barn she sets,
In hopes to see Tam Kipples
That very nicht.

She turns the key wi cannie thraw,
And owre the threshold ventures;
But first on Sawnie gies a ca'
Syne bauldly in she enters:
A ratton rattled up the wa',
And she cried, Lord, preserve her!
And ran through midden-hole and a',
And pray'd wi' zeal and fervour,
Fu' fast that night;

They hoy't out Will wi' sair advice;
They hecht him some fine braw ane;
It chanced the stack he faddom'd thrice
Was timmer-propt for thrawin';
He taks a swirlie, auld moss-oak,
For some black grousome carlin;
And loot a winze, and drew a stroke,
Till skin in blypes cam haurlin'
Aff's nieves that night.

A wanton widow Leezie was,
As canty as a kittlin;
But, och! that night amang the shaws,
She got a fearfu' settlin'!
She through the whins, and by the cairn,
And owre the hill gaed scrievin,
Whare three lairds' lands met at a burn
To dip her left sark-sleeve in,
Was bent that night.

Whyles owre a linn the burnie plays,
As through the glen it wimpl't;
Whyles round a rocky scaur it strays;
Whyles in a wiel it dimpl't;
Whyles glitter'd to the nightly rays,
Wi' bickering, dancing dazzle;
Whyles cookit underneath the braes,
Below the spreading hazel,
Unseen that night.

Among the brackens, on the brae,
Between her and the moon,
The deil, or else an outler quey,
Gat up and gae a croon:
Poor Leezie's heart maist lap the hool!
Near lav'rock-height she jumpit;
but mist a fit, and in the pool
Out-owre the lugs she plumpit,
Wi' a plunge that night.

In order, on the clean hearth-stane,
The luggies three are ranged,
And every time great care is ta'en',
To see them duly changed:
Auld Uncle John, wha wedlock joys
Sin' Mar's year did desire,
Because he gat the toom dish thrice,
He heaved them on the fire
In wrath that night.

Wi' merry sangs, and friendly cracks,
I wat they didna weary;
And unco tales, and funny jokes,
Their sports were cheap and cheery;
Till butter'd so'ns, wi' fragrant lunt,
Set a' their gabs a-steerin';
Syne, wi' a social glass o' strunt,
They parted aff careerin'
Fu' blythe that night.       

Thursday, 30 October 2014

Omtale; If You're Afraid of the Dark, Remember the Night Rainbow av Cooper Edens

"If You're Afraid of the Dark, Remember the Night Rainbow" av Cooper Edens var en av flere bøker jeg leste under Dewey's Read-a-thon i oktober.

Bildeboka tar for seg frykt, tvil, glede og tap, mens den viser at det finnes noe mer bak enhver mørk sky. Boka viser at så lenge en åpner øynene for det, er det muligheter for å komme forbi utfordringer, så lenge en tar fantasien i bruk.

Og husk; hvis det ikke finnes noen lykkelig slutt, lag en ut av kakedeig.

Tuesday, 28 October 2014

Topp ti tirsdag; Bøker for å komme i Halloween stemning

Det nærmer seg Halloween og passende nok har bokbloggen The Broke and the Bookish Halloween bøker/filmer som tirsdagstema denne uken.

Min liste er som følger;

  1. The Legend of Sleepy Hollow av Washington Irving
  2. The Exorcist av William Peter Blatty
  3. Macbeth av Shakespeare
  4. Vinterfolket av Jennifer McMahon
  5. The Kill Crew av Joseph d'Lacey
  6. Dracula av Bram Stoker
  7. Frankenstein av Mary Shelley
  8. The Invisible Man av H. G. Wells
  9. The Fall of the House of Usher av Edgar Allan Poe
  10. The Raven av Edgar Allan Poe

Sunday, 26 October 2014

Dikt; Tam Lin av Robert Burns

O I forbid you, maidens a'
That wear gowd on your hair
To come or gae by Carterhaugh
For young Tam-lin is there.

There's nane that gaes by Carterhaugh
But they leave him a wad;
Either their rings or green mantles
Or else their maidenhead.

Janet has kilted her green kirtle,
A little aboon her knee;
And she's broded up her yellow hair
A little aboon her bree;
And she's awa' to Carterhaugh
As fast as she can hie.

When she cam to Carterhaugh
Tam-lin was at the well
And there she fand his steed standing
But away was himsel.

She had na' pu'd a double rose
A rose but only tway,
Till up then started young Tam-a-lin,
Says, Lady, thou's pu' nae mae.

Why pu's thou the rose, Janet
And breaks thou the wand?
Or why comes thou to Carterhaugh
Withoutten my command?

Carterhaugh it is my ain,
My daddie gave it me;
I'll come and gang by Carterhaugh
And ask nae leave at thee.

Janet has kilted her green kirtle
A little aboon her knee,
And she has snooded her yellow hair,
A little aboon her bree,
And she is to her father's ha
As fast as she can hie.

Four and twenty ladies fair
Were playing at the ba'
And out then cam the fair Janet,
Ance the flower amang them a'

Four and twenty ladies fair
Were playing at the chess,
And out then cam the fair Janet,
As green as onie glass.

Tam Lin er en gammel skotsk legende, som denne teksten har hentet inspirasjon fra. Historien om Tam Lin blir ofte fortalt Halloween/Samhain.

Friday, 24 October 2014

Omtale; Faen ta skjebnen av John Green

Etter å ha lest litt om Faen ta skjebnen av John Green, bestemte jeg meg for å låne den på biblioteket.

Hazel og Augustus møtes på en støttegruppe for kreftsyk ungdom. Selv om de liker hverandre mer og mer, er det hele noe komplisert når den ene har et kunstig bein og den andre er koblet opp til en oksygentank og har en slange inn i nesa.

Jeg forstår til en viss grad at det er en hype rundt denne boka, men for min del var den mer ”en kjærlighetshistorie med kreftplot”. Det som reddet boka i mine øyne var skrivestilen og humoren.

Wednesday, 22 October 2014

Dikt; A Red Palm av Gary Soto

 You're in this dream of cotton plants.
 You raise a hoe, swing, and the first weeds
 Fall with a sigh. You take another step,
 Chop, and the sigh comes again,
 Until you yourself are breathing that way
 With each step, a sigh that will follow you into town.

 That's hours later. The sun is a red blister
 Coming up in your palm. Your back is strong,
 Young, not yet the broken chair
 In an abandoned school of dry spiders.
 Dust settles on your forehead, dirt
 Smiles under each fingernail.
 You chop, step, and by the end of the first row,
 You can buy one splendid fish for wife
 And three sons. Another row, another fish,
 Until you have enough and move on to milk,
 Bread, meat. Ten hours and the cupboards creak.
 You can rest in the back yard under a tree.
 Your hands twitch on your lap,
 Not unlike the fish on a pier or the bottom
 Of a boat. You drink iced tea. The minutes jerk
 Like flies.

 It's dusk, now night,
 And the lights in your home are on.
 That costs money, yellow light
 In the kitchen. That's thirty steps,
 You say to your hands,
 Now shaped into binoculars.
 You could raise them to your eyes:
 You were a fool in school, now look at you.
 You're a giant among cotton plants.
 Now you see your oldest boy, also running.
 Papa, he says, it's time to come in.
 You pull him into your lap
 And ask, What's forty times nine?
 He knows as well as you, and you smile.
 The wind makes peace with the trees,
 The stars strike themselves in the dark.
 You get up and walk with the sigh of cotton plants.
 You go to sleep with a red sun on your palm,
 The sore light you see when you first stir in bed.

Monday, 20 October 2014

Oppsummering av Dewey's Readathon

Siden jeg bare skrev en kjapp oppdatering i går under Dewey's Readathon, tenkte jeg å skrive den fulle oppsummeringen nå, siden det er over. Jeg hadde egentlig planer om å lese flere bøker, men de restrerende kan jeg alltids lese under neste Dewey's Readathon. Som jeg nevnte i helga, kommer omtalene etter hvert.

De bøkene jeg fikk lest, er disse;
If You're Afraid of the Dark Remember the Night Rainbow av Cooper Edens
Around the Year av Elsa Beskow
Mrs. Chicken and the Hungry Crocodile av Won-Ldy Paye
The Last of the Sweet Bananas av Jack Mapanje
Book of Longing av Leonard Cohen

Saturday, 18 October 2014

Bøker lest sålangt under Dewey's Readathon

Ville bare gi en kjapp oppdatering over bøker jeg har lest sålangt under Dewey's Readathon. Omtale av bøkene kommer etter hvert.

If You're Afraid of the Dark Remember the Night Rainbow av Cooper Edens
Around the Year av Elsa Beskow
Mrs. Chicken and the Hungry Crocodile av Won-Ldy Paye
The Last of the Sweet Bananas av Jack Mapanje

Thursday, 16 October 2014

Dikt; October av Robert Frost

O hushed October morning mild,
 Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
 Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,
 Should waste them all.
 The crows above the forest call;
 Tomorrow they may form and go.
 O hushed October morning mild,
 Begin the hours of this day slow.
 Make the day seem to us less brief.
 Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
 Beguile us in the way you know.
 Release one leaf at break of day;
 At noon release another leaf;
 One from our trees, one far away.
 Retard the sun with gentle mist;
 Enchant the land with amethyst.
 Slow, slow!
 For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,
 Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
 Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—
For the grapes’ sake along the wall.

Tuesday, 14 October 2014

Topp ti tirsdag; Plasser jeg har lyst å besøke fordi jeg har blitt fristet av bøker

Nok en tirsdag, og nok en topp ti liste, takket være bokbloggen The Broke and the Bookish. Denne ukens tema er plasser jeg har lyst å besøke fordi jeg har blitt fristet av bøker.

Min liste er som følger;

  1. Las Vegas (Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas)
  2. Platform 9 3/4 på Kings Cross Station (Harry Potter)
  3. Paddington Station (Paddington)
  4. Notre Dame (Ringeren i Notre Dame)
  5. Whitby Abbey (Dracula)
  6. Buenos Aires (Mapuche)
  7. New Orleans (An Interview With a Vampire)
  8. Puerto Rico (The Rum Diary)
  9. Cuba (Habanita)
  10. Tintern Abbey (Tintern Abbey)

Saturday, 11 October 2014

Omtale; London 2084 av Bing & Bringsværd

Lånte sci-fi romanen ”London 2084” av Bing & Bringsværd på biblioteket for en liten stund siden og leste den en fredagskveld, på litt over to timer.

Handlingen foregår i 2084, hvor havnivået har steget og satt land og byer delvis under vann. Dyrelivet er nesten utryddet og ozonlaget er tynt. Privatetterforskeren Robert Alterman får en overraskende sak om en død mann som leder ham til London. Der støter han på en verden av lyssky aktiviteter som innebærer nettgambling, organhandel og eksperimentering med biologisk materiale og menneske-maskin-grensesnitt. Bare for å gjøre alt så mye ”lettere” for Alterman, er alt og alle under konstant overvåkning og en kan ikke gjøre noe uten å etterlate seg elektroniske spor.

Selv om plottet i boka var fullt brukbart, følte jeg at det var på kanten til å være for ”enkel” sci-fi på sine cirka 200 sider for min del. Derimot vil jeg kanskje tro at det kan være en ok nybegynner bok for de som er usikker på om de vil like sci-fi eller ikke, eller ikke har vært borti det så mye før.

Thursday, 9 October 2014

Dikt; "Fall, leaves, fall" av Emily Brontë

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.

Tuesday, 7 October 2014

Topp ti tirsdag; Bøker for lesere som liker karakterdrevne bøker

Denne ukens topp ti liste, takket være bokbloggen The Broke and the Bookish, er bøker for lesere som liker karakterdrevne bøker. Definisjonen på karakterdrevne bøker kan sikkert diskuteres litt, men har skrevet en liste basert på det jeg mener kan kvalifiseres som karakterdrevne bøker.

Min liste er;

  1. Harry Potter serien av J. K. Rowling
  2. Jennifer Government av Max Barry
  3. Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas av Hunter S. Thompson
  4. Trolløya av Olaf Solstrand
  5. Svart mamba av Nadifa Mohamed
  6. Mandelen av Nedjma
  7. Vindeltorn av Tone Almhjell
  8. Mapuche av Caryl Férey
  9. Devil-Devil av Graeme Kent
  10. Alfabethuset av Jussi Adler-Olsen

Sunday, 5 October 2014

Omtale; The Mill on the Floss av George Eliot

Skulle egentlig ha lest The Mill on the Floss av George Eliot til britisk litteraturemnet jeg hadde høsten 2013, men kom aldri så langt med mursteinen på nærmere 600 sider før nå. Påskuddet var det at jeg kunne krysse av 1800-talls litteratur i Back to the Classics utfordringa.

Oppvekstromanen omhandler Tom og den noe rebelske lillesøstera Maggie, hvorpå sistnevnte nokså ofte ender opp i konflikt med den trangsynte familien og ikke minst storebroren som hun forguder.

"It was a dark, chill, misty morning, likely to end in rain - one of those mornings when even happy people take refuge in their hopes."

Selv om naturen er sentral i boka og forfatteren har noen fine naturskildringer, syntes jeg at boka var noe tung å lese på grunn av noe lange og krøkete setninger til tider. Noe annet som blir fremstilt i boka var klasseskillet, noe som tidvis blir illustrer med forskjellen på foreldrene sine familier.

Friday, 3 October 2014

Dikt; A Much Needed Hug

Who knew that my life in general
would be equally as dead
as the autumnal leafs on the ground

That your warm, welcoming hugs
were my secret sanctuary
in my hidden battle againt the black dog

When tomorrow comes
and I see you again
I wear my poker face
that turns into a real face
the moment you give me
a much needed hug

Wednesday, 1 October 2014

Wishlist Wednesday; Baghdad Burning: Girl Blog from Iraq av Riverbend

Siden jeg er en bokorm, har jeg en lang ønskeliste. Bokbloggen Pen to Paper har onsdagstemaet Wishlist Wednesday, og tenkte jeg denne uken kunne skrive om Baghdad Burning: Girl Blog from Iraq av Riverbend.

I august 2003, fikk verden tilgang til en blogg skrevet av en 25 år gammel irakisk kvinne som bodde i Bagdad, med en skjult identitet for å beskytte seg selv. Historier fra livet i en okkupert by, med naboer som fikk hjemmet raidet av amerikanske styrker, med slektninger som forsvant til fengsler, og barn som ble kidnappet av pengesyke militser. Enkelte ganger var det noe absurd i det hele, da familien kunne hoppe ut av sengen midt på natten, når elektrisiteten plutselig kom tilbake, for å sjekke e-mail og vaske klær.