quarta-feira, dezembro 31, 2003 Edward Gorey será um dos melhores autores de qualquer coisa que não se sabe bem o quê do século vinte
we anticipate our Gorey end
A culpa é do Francisco que os pôs a cantar o “Autumn leaves”.
Lembrei-me deste álbum e era o que queria ouvir agora mas onde é que vou buscar The Gorey End a esta hora? As lojas já estão a fechar, se é que ele existe nas lojas… paciência, vou ler “A bicicleta epipléctica” (uma das “Quatro estórias”, traduzidas por Margarida Vale de Gato e editadas pela errata).
Encontramo-nos em 2004 (vai ser bom, não é?), até já...
Hipdeep Family
In January Cousin Fred
We found him in the attic dead.
In February’s odd adventure
Father lost his dentures.
In March Fiona got a fright
When she was coming home one night.
Some people in a long black car
Made her get in and drove her far.
In April Horace left behind
Without a thought what little mind
He may have had. In the result
He joined an unknown eastern cult.
In May Aunt Flo began to sneeze,
Which heralded some strange disease.
In June James got himself arrested
And still is far and wide detested.
In July Mama’s pin money dwindled
Away to nought when she was swindled.
In August Bruno had a fit,
A passing tot he fiercely bit.
In September Amy’s luck was rotten
While singing Die Frau ohne Schatten.
In October Alice was betrothed
To Edgar whom she found she loathed.
In November it was rather frightening
When Baby Boo was struck by lightning.
The experts think perhaps he’ll walk
And even learn to sort of talk.
We spent December on a cruise,
Where everyone was sad to lose
Miss Grey in Norway’s deepest fjord,
She happened to fall overboard.
So much for us - we trust that you
Have managed somehow to get through
The year and so can celebrate
A bit before the hand of fate
Shall get us in its clutch again,
But we anticipate our Gorey end.
