Author: Chris Khatsch

There must be a little art in everything I create, even if my creation is as cold as a machine and follows empirical data.

“Philosophers” by Levon Shant

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Levon Shant (1869-1951) was an Armenian poet, playwright, and novelist. This is my translation of “Philosophers” from Armenian to English.

Philosophers

Under the bright full moon,
in the distance, in the bosom of the field,
white, hunchbacked mountains
lean on each other’s heads.

Mountains? Who said so? They’re
grey-haired, brooding ravens
that have come together
wrapped in sheets.

And their serious, ugly faces
are lost in deep thought.
Maybe they’ll find the meaning
of being and the world.

Misak Medsarents translations from Armenian to English

“Sleep” by Misak Metsarents

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Misak Metsarents (1886-1908) was a Western Armenian neo-romantic poet. This is my translation of “Sleep” from Armenian to English. It was written sometime between 1901 and 1903.

Sleep

A cold, quivering Fall
is panting in my soul.
The night falls. The book of life
cries page after page.

Sickly shivers
and feeble murmurs
fade in, fade out
in a feverish requiem.

And — poor snowbound lyre! —
my brave heart goes silent,
and even the saddle horse leaves.
Only the quivering comes to bring

suffering and pain.
My longed for flowers aren’t here.
The fragrance and enthusiasm aren’t here…

Sobremesa Torpedo Tiempo at Mareva Lebanon

Have a Cigar: Sobremesa Torpedo Tiempo

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Name: Sobremesa Torpedo Tiempo

Country: Nicaragua

Shape: Torpedo

Size: (6 inches x 54)

Strength: Medium

I’d call the Sobremesa Torpedo Tiempo an okay cigar. It’s not excellent; at the same time, there’s nothing disappointing about it. Briefly put, I got what I paid for.

The cigar has a nice maduro color, and it smells nice. It burns evenly, somewhat gently. I could smell and taste baked chocolate cake topped with a little cinnamon, some wood dipped in vanilla, and floral afternotes.

Overall, okay.