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Reflections on Thinking about Thinking

AUTHOR NARRATION

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A SMALL EXPERIMENT WITH WORDS

reflected / misdirected

Use the experiment below to put this metaphor in motion. Send the letters toward a perfect hemisphere or an imperfect crater, then watch where they bounce.

and it’s not even a perfect hemisphere,

so that the echoes of poems and prayers

are not reflected,

but,rather,misdirected.

each lost at its own lonely angle.

CHOOSE THE WORDS

What are we thinking?

DRAWN FROM CLOCK COUNTING

PERFECT HEMISPHERE

Send the letters to see what the crater returns.

Both shapes obey the same law of reflection; only the rim changes. Switch shapes to replay the same text, or choose “Imperfect” again for a new rim.

A GROWING TRANSLATION PROJECT

The Thought Heard Round the World

ONE THOUGHT · MANY TONGUES

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English AVAILABLE VERSION

Reflections on Thinking about Thinking

EN

thinking about thinking

is quite useful when donesparingly.

more than that,

and one is apt

to become lost in abstract territory,

sprung from this recursive introspection

into the suffocating expanse of an endless mind.

when the heart is left untended to,

thinking about thinking is the crater left behind:

nothing will grow here

for at least a thousand years,

and it's not even a perfect hemisphere,

so that the echoes of poems and prayers

are not reflected,

but,rather,misdirected.

each lost at its own lonely angle.

Read by A.F. King

The original poem by A.F. King.

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR

Petit Prince / Grand King

I have always related to the story and imagery of : a solitary figure on a small planet, alone with his questions, observations, and wonder. While they were not directly inspired by it, this poem and (the poem) Clock Counting both evoke a similar vibe: the mind as its own little world, upon which the overly introspective spend much of their time.

A thoughtful king stands alone with a clock on a tiny planet, surrounded by watercolor stars and galaxies.
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A solitary king, a crater left behind, and a clock to count.

READER DISCUSSION

Reflect upon these reflections.

Anonymous reader

Why would I provide my translation of your poem for free? Best case 25 Euros? Which purpose will my translation serve? Just wondering...

A.F. King · Author

The €25 is a nominal prize, meant for people who would enjoy the challenge itself. The winning translations will simply be featured here, not used for any nefarious purpose; AI can generate a translation, but I’m interested in the human thought and understanding behind the words. It’s a small project for the pleasure of language and poetry, so if you’re looking for paid translation work, I understand that it won’t be the right fit.

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