Only 7/10 in the Herald’s politics quiz.
Thursday’s questions were:
1. Who said: The two most powerful warriors are patience and time.?
2. What are the first two lines of this verse:
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
3. It’s lutte in French, lotta in Italian, lucha in Spanish and whawhai in Maori, what is it in English?
4. What are the main ingredients in Anzac biscuits?
5. Which book about or set during a war would you recommend?
Points for answers:
Willdwan got four.
Andrei got four (#2 asked for the first two lines).
J Bloggs got four.
Teletxt also got four and a bonus for extra information which unfortunately didn’t include the answer to the question – the first two lines of that verse.
In the spirit of the day you all win an electronic batch of Anzac biscuits.
Answers follow the break:
Andrei and Teletext posed the questions for which they get my thanks.
If they have stumped us all they can claim a virtual gift box of Whitestone Cheese by leaving the answers in the comments below.
It’s your turn to ask the questions.
You don’t have to follow my five question format.
Anyone who stumps us all will win a virtual gift box of Whitestone cheese.
Life is passion. At least that is how you and your BFF see things. You’re absorbed with living and, like Neruda, are in touch with all the sensations that life presents. A friendship between you and this Chilean revolutionary would be founded on your mutual passion for justice and freedom and cultivated by sharing your open and artistic perspectives on life and love.
Take a break from writing your political manifesto, put on some sensual jazz, and check out one of your bestie’s most romantic explorations of love.
“If You Forget Me”
I want you to know
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
if each day,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.
I like the few of his poems I’ve come across, including this.
I did the quiz again with different answers and got Tennyson and Crossing the Bar.