Roads to Safe Places

The schuppin o' the Warl.

(translation by Henry Paterson Cameron, 1921)

I' the ingang God schuppit the hevin and the erd. And the erd wes wust and vide; and the mirk happit the face o' the depe: and the Gheist o' God steerit apo' the face o' the watirs.

And quo' God, Lat thar be licht: and licht wes. And God saw the licht, that it wes guid: and God sinder't the licht frae the mirk. And God ca'd the licht Day, and the mirk He ca'd Nicht. And thar wes e'enin and thar wis mornin, ae day.

And quo' God, Lat thar be a lift i' the mids o' the watirs, and lat it sinder the watirs frae the watirs. And God schuppit the lift, and sinder't the watirs whilk war aneath the lift frae the watirs whilk war abune the lift: and it wes sae. And God ca'd the lift Hevin. And thar wes e'enin and thar wes mornin, a saicond day.

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The holidays have basically been a paper-writing-and-panicking marathon for me. I did manage to get a lot of the reading done I wanted to do, though. Still, I wish I'd have time for myself again that actually felt good instead of having my brain shut down at the internal list of all the things that need to be done.

( Tetris - The Movie. My brother showed me this, and it is completely awesome. )

Ok. Back to an oral presentation on Georg Forster's Frische teutsche Liedlein.