Results for 2019-10

“You have, I know, read Dostoevsky?”

31.10.2019 kl. 12:35 - Sveinbjörn Þórðarson

Yugoslav communist Milovan Đilas' chilling account of confronting Stalin about the Red Army's mass rapes in Eastern Europe at the end of WWII.

“I explained to him that it had not been my intention to insult the Red Army, but I had wished to call attention to irregularities of certain of its members and to the political difficulties they were creating for us. Stalin interrupted: ‘Yes, you have, I know, read Dostoevsky? Do you see what a complicated thing is man’s soul, his psyche? Well then, imagine a man who has fought from Stalingrad to Belgrade - over thousands of kilometres of his own devastated land, across the dead bodies of his comrades and dearest ones. How can such a man react normally? And what is so awful in his amusing himself with a woman, after such horrors?”
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Unnecessary propensity

24.10.2019 kl. 04:06 - Sveinbjörn Þórðarson

Probably the finest poem ever composed about Iceland, by Megas back in 1972. The rough English title would be "Ingólfur Arnarson's unnecessary propensity for finding things.". [Ingólfur is traditionally regarded as the first Norse settler on the island.]

My loose (and obviously imperfect) translation of the lyrics is as follows:

Ingólfur was the name of the man who, long ago,
found and settled Iceland and built a homestead
and the politicians celebrate him in speeches
and one can see where his statue stands upon the hill.

But what sustains the people of this land?
Do you know what it is? To me it’s a mystery.
For fire and ice wages war on the folk of this country
but worst of all, though, is the cursed cold in the night.

And so I drink to this land, and its people, and all that
and to the braves who have struggled and died there
We remember Ingólfur Arnarson in our feasts
but we wish that his ship, it had sunk.

Icelandic:

Um óþarflega fundvísi Ingólfs Arnarsonar

Ingólfur hét hann sem endur fyrir löngu
Ísaland fann og nam og bjó sér þar ból
og stjórnmálamennirnir minnast hans í ræðum
og menn geta séð hvar hann stendur uppi á Arnarhól

En hvað er það sem verndar viðkomu landans?
Vitið þér hvað það er? Mér er það hulið
því á landsmenn og konur herja eldar og ísar
en allra verst er þó bannsett næturkulið

Því segi ég skál fyrir Fróni og Fjölni og allt það
og fyrir þeim snjöllum sem þar hafa skrimt og hrokkið
við minnumst Ingólfs Arnarsonar í veislum
en óskum þess að skipið hans það hefði sokkið

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