"To forget, to forget ...", Vahan Teryan (translated by Tathev Simonyan)
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Vaghi ovunque, non sei,
Invisibile, parli nel mondo,
Improvvisamente, impensatamente, mormori: “Verrai”,
Incanti, chiami, chiami e taci.
Nelle foglie di fiori delicatamente profumati,
Nell'oceano assopito di pianure tranquille e luminose,
E nella notte stellata e misteriosa,
E nella culla argentata delle acque,
Tu hai gettato un desiderio ovunque.
Hai steso la tua ombra infinita nel mondo.
Stai intrecciando la tua rete d'oro di stelle,
adorni la notte e rafforzi la vita.
E perso nelle vie del mondo
Vago e cerco senza speranza,
Ho sentito la tua voce dolce e luminosa,
Ti chiamo, ma il tuo nome non lo conosco.
Vahan Teryan (trad. @lunamarish)
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Vahan Teryan, Armenian poet, 1885-1920
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Oh shit, first contact
Karkat is terribly confused when he sees a picture of a human for the first time. The empire releases a public service announcement, pictures from first contact, videos, diagrams, audio recordings, updates every empire-controlled information website - So much, all at once.
They have small, round ears, incapable of emoting in any way, and if the images weren't annotated with details on which faces mean what, Karkat would probably assume they were picking a fight. They smile with their teeth, even the short, weak-looking humans, and their legs are a little too long for his comfort. He gets a feeling of uncanny valley looking at their weird, contorted expressions on their hornless, strange faces. To make it worse, their blood is red. Not just maroon, proper mutant cherry red. He feels his sensory hairs bristling.
Karkat listens to the recordings again and again. The aliens have such a massive variety of languages, each one sounding stranger than the next, shifting between long, lilting phrases and short words in a treasure-trove of tones. It's fascinating. He stares at how their mouths move, how their tongue seems to control a majority of their noises, and it is all so unfamiliar. He finds himself mimicking the strange, soft voices, clumsily mispronouncing the sounds, approximating the sounds as best he can. He wonders if he could learn any of the languages.
One of his barrack-mates, a bronzeblood named Teryan, hisses at him to close his husktop and go the fuck to sleep. Karkat hisses back, telling him to choke on a recuperacoon filter. He doesn't have it in him to go for a better insult, but Teryan just snarls at him a little and dips below the slime again.
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Armenian traditional costume or Garmet of Vaspurakan by Teryan Cultural Centre at Megerian Carpet
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To forget, to forget everything,
everyone,
Not to love, not to think, not to grieve—
just to leave.
— Vahan Teryan (metamorphesque)
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