What if the Manic Street Preachers were on Vulcan? Die in the Summertime Translated

As many of you may know, I am utterly obsessed with the Manic Street Preachers - and have been for years. There is absolutely nothing about them I do not admire. The quality I admire most was/is in Richey Edwards - a god-like lyrical ability.

Two things have been taking up most of my time lately: the Vulcan Language, and the Holy Bible (album). While listening to "Die in the Summertime", I decided to try translating it into Vulcan.

Each line has three rows. The first row is my translation, and the second row is how my Vulcan translation translates back into English literally. The third line is the original.


Tev-tor svi'falek-wak - Die in the Summertime

Sash-thes-tor mal t'nash-veh k'zhar'es felu
(Etch leg of this one with rust(y) nail)
(Scratch my leg with a rusty nail)

K'la'tusan hakausu
(With mourning healing)
(Sadly it heals)

Kur-tor isachya t'nash-veh - hi sa-to'ovau kur-tukh
(Color hair of this one, but outward grow(s) dye)
(Color my hair, but the dye grows out)

Ri hafau nash-veh nodo-tangu
(Not stay this one fixed ideal)
(I can't seem to stay a fixed ideal)

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Bikuvlar t'kan-wak korsovau - sok'i eh k'mol-kom
(Pictures of childhood redeem, clean and with serenity)
(Childhood pictures redeem, clean and so serene)

Gla-tor nash-veh shal ri k'vashaun zehlar
(See this one self not with destroying lines)
(See myself without ruining lines)

Ovsot gadlar - lehman pi'gelar vi'pilashlar
(Total days, throwing sticks in streams)
(Whole days throwing sticks into streams)

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Ki'ukrau nash-veh ni irak fi'vla
(Have crawl(ed) this one so far on side)
(I have crawled so far sideways)

Naglanshau nash-veh neik-ha'gel-ulidarlar t'fereikan
(Recognise this one dim marks of creation)
(I recognise dim traces of creation)

Aitlu nash-veh tev-tor - tev-tor svi'falek-wak
(Want this one die, die in summer season)
(I wanna die, die in the summer time)

Aitlu nash-veh tev-tor
(Want this one die)
(I wanna die)

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Razh svi'ha'kiv t'nash-veh kurau ruhm solek
(Hole in life of this one stain(s) even soil)
(The hole in my life even stains the soul)

Netakidau khaf-spol t'nash-veh - pi'khaf-spol-gaya goh
(Reduce heart of this one, small pulse only)
(My heart shrinks to barely a pulse)

Pi'aushfa - vi'tcha yonuk-da-kuv
(Small animal, into curl quarter circle)
(A tiny animal curled into a quarter circle)

Kuv tun-tor du maut - pu-tor du ash'yalar t'eit'jae-sular
(If care you very, wash you feet of beg person)
(If you really care, wash the feet of a beggar)

My Own Little Corner of Heaven - A Salute to Greatness

Just about half of all my Star Trek and Doctor Who belongings take up a single corner of my (shared) bedroom. Basically, I have this kind of shrine made up of a desk with some shelves piled on top of it holding my books, magazines, figures, unlimited rice pudding, etcetera (bonus points to anyone who got that reference).

Anyways - while playing around with my new camera the other day, I took some photos of this cluttered contraption and the belongings which I hold so very dear (click to enlarge):

To those who have been following my blog up until this point, many of these items will look familiar. If you would direct your attention to the photos directly below:

You would see (especially if you enlarged the photo) many fantastic things such as: the Portal cake. Pictures of myself in Vulcan dress with Robert Picardo and Tim Russ. A paper model of the Enterprise. A portion of my Star Trek and Doctor Who novels. My kalimba and wooden harp. Random printed out pictures stuck to the wall. A newspaper clipping that reads "Crucifixion Draws Crowd". Every TOS episode on DVD, guarded by Daleks. A TARDIS. Metal Box (PiL). Some of my arts and crafts. My action figures. Tons of Manic Street Preachers and PiL CDs. A 3D holographic Dalek poster. An ant playing a trumpet, whom I named Adam Ant and is from Whoville. Star Trek movies. A newspaper cut-out of Sheldon and Leonard in their underwear. I could go on, but instead I will move on to the bottom...

Down here we have fun things like Star Trek: The Game. A tricorder. Star Trek Magazines. More Star Trek and Doctor Who novels. Star Trek and Doctor Who hardcovers. The floor. And if you look in behind the books, you will see Richey Edwards poking his head out from under the desk.

The rest of my things are on (hyperbole time again!) a million other shelves in my room, and my comics are in boxes. I love my room - it is filled with everything I have ever loved, but in excess. I swear to you now, there is nothing better.

EPIC CONTEST TIME - WIN SOMETHING COOL

Are you ready for Vibrant Oxymoron's very first contest? Be a part of history and join in the fun! Best of all, if myself as well as several other judges pick your creation, you will receive... (insert suspense here) a copy of one of my favorite books - Vulcan's Forge, and The Wrath of Khan Photostory. (It's not the greatest prize in the world, but you will also get your entry featured. It's mostly for the fun of it.)

It's not even necessarily about skill, it is about creativity.

Guidelines For Entry (Step by Step Instructions)

• Find a picture of a person, thing, or animal. The original subject cannot involve Star Trek or Doctor Who in any way.
• Get a writing/drawing utensil, or any other artistic medium.
• Use this to change the boring subject into one of Star Trek or Doctor Who goodness by changing it into a character or important aircraft.
• Sign your creation so everybody knows it is yours.
• Scan or take a picture of your wonderful creation.
• Must be sent electronically to vibrant.oxymoron@gmail.com  with your name/nickname, and any other information you would like to share.

For those of you who would like some examples, feast your eyes on these (I made these today just for you - click to enlarge):

Richey Edwards was sent to Vulcan in 1995

An orphaned baby Dalek blends into an opossum litter.

Important Notes

• I will only ask for personal information such as a mailing address if you are chosen as a winner, and would like to receive your prize. Without an address I cannot send the book, however you will still be featured as the winner.
• By sending me your photos, you agree to my posting them with the proper credits. I have no claim to your images - they belong to you.

Deadline: September 1, 2011

If you have any questions or concerns, you can also email me HERE