Quick run-through: Five senses. Five poems. Three languages. One sad translator service.
These five poems were originally written in English. Read the originals. They make plenty of sense, as much as poems generally do … but read the remixed versions.
My classmate ran the poems through the AltaVista Babel Fish translator four times – through Japanese, back to English, through French and back to English once again – effectively crafting a new, nonsensical language and literary endeavor. The remixed metaphors and images are different than those portrayed in the original works.
My favorite phrases:
“Of tremor of surface of man in my box of criticisim”
“You Pollute”
