Mike H

Clathris progredientibus obtutus tam fessi

Regredientibus ut nisi hos nil videant.

Illo visa velut si milia clathrorum sint

atque ultra clathros non aliae terrae.

Sicut virtutis chorus ad medium ballatur

cultum ab voluntate sopita magna

sic leve teneri pedium validorum passus

perminimos clausi in circlos cadunt.

In oculos aliquando venit tacite simulacrum

Rarus apertos. Contentam per pacem

Artuum ad cor it atque ibi perit.

My monitor keeps going black (the light on the front says it's still on), and I have to turn it off and then back on. When I turn it off and on, it comes back for a few minutes, then goes black again, and I have to do it again. I've checked all the connections, and I've used this monitor with this computer for about 6 months without any problems. Does anybody know what the problem could be?

I couldn't find an English translation of this poem online anywhere so that I could verify if I've read it properly. I'll print Rilke's original first and then my strictly literal translation below. I'm not trying to render the spirit of the poem, just the literal translation.

Der Wahnsinn

Sie muss immer sinnen: Ich bin... ich bin...

Wer bist du denn, Marie?

Eine Königin, eine Königin!

In die Kniee vor mir, in die Knie!

Sie muss immer weinen: Ich war... ich war...

Wer warst du denn, Marie?

Ein Niemandskind, ganz arm und bar,

und ich kann dir nicht sagen wie.

Und wurdest aus einem solchen Kind

eine Fürstin, vor der man kniet?

Weil die Dinge alle anders sind,

als man sie beim Betteln sieht.

So haben die Dinge dich groß gemacht,

und kannst du noch sagen wann?

Eine Nacht, eine Nacht, über eine Nacht, -

und sie sprachen mich anders an.

Ich trat in die Gasse hinaus und sieh:

die ist wie mit Saiten bespannt;

da wurde Marie Melodie, Melodie...

und tanzte von Rand zu Rand.

Die Leute schlichen so ängstlich hin,

wie hart an die Häuser gepflanzt, -

denn das darf doch nur eine Königin,

dass sie tanzt in den Gassen: tanzt!...

The Delirium

She must always muse: I am...I am...

So who are you, Marie?

A queen, a queen!

On knees before me, on knee!

She must always weep: I was...I was...

So who were you, Marie?

A no one's child, wholly poor and bare,

And how, I cannot tell you.

And from such a child, you became

a princess, before whom one kneels?

Because all things are others,

as one sees them while begging.

Thus, the things have made you great,

and yet can you say when?

A night, a night, over one night-

and they spoke to me differently.

I stepped out into the alley and behold:

It is as if strung;

There Marie became melody, melody...

and danced from end to end.

The people crept up so fearful,

as if planted firmly in the houses,

because only a queen is allowed that,

that she dances in the alleys: dances!

Thanks so much to anyone who helps.

there's this damien rice song called coconut skins where he talks about cooking coconut skins. i'm just curious if anyone knows how one goes about doing that.