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поэт, поэт! заткни уже ебло.
не мучай рифму, если боли нет,—
иначе ты напишешь барахло,
и сделаешься блядь, а не поэт.

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Curiously, Sheckley reads differently in English. And it's not the translation per se; or rather, that consideration is a distant second to the fact that I seem to think differently in English. The turns my thought takes diverge subtly, and the final destinations in two languages are not necessarily even close to each other.

Oh for Delany's sake! I wouldn't know, but Sapir-Whorf hypothesis might as well be called Cpt. Obvious hypothesis.

I've tried to explain it to her, but it sounds ridiculous in Spanish.

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(His short stories are still damn brilliant, even though it's impossible to dispute that his original writing style is... quite idiosyncratic.)

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сезон предпраздничный кляня
смурно и колко,
горела елка без огня,
горела елка.

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Если Box Network зарежет lie to me, я им лично анальный экстерминатус устрою.