Charlie Bertsch (cbertsch) wrote,
Charlie Bertsch
cbertsch

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Too Late To Translate

Despite its makers' claim to the contrary, the latest Version of MacLinkPlus Deluxe does not seem capable of translating a WordStar document from 1988 into something readable:
can' wai t tal t yo o th phon tomorrow eve i
yo wil b jus frien givin m advice Tel m wha hav
t d t b wit yo again ha alread scrappe German an
wil b i Berkele al nex summe an wil onl g hom fo
wee o s durin Winte Break I' sorr fo bein difficult
bu lov yo an n on els an wan yo back Wh els
coul b lik you N on els excite me can' eve imagin
se wit anyon else Sinc Saturday whe yo brok u wit me
haven' eve though abou se o ha an interes i it
don' wan t come unles i ca b wit you don' wan
anyon else ever Thi i al stupid I hadn' overslep
Saturda afte go bac fro work m lette t yo askin yo
t liv wit m an b wit m foreve woul hav bee i th
mai whe yo brok u wit me almos stil wante t sen yo
th lette anyway becaus wante yo t see You'r th onl
perso reall car about Ca anyon els sa that don'
car abou an othe men don' min yo knowin the o
sleepin wit them a lon a ca hav par i you life
don't want to be shut out.

Yo can' completel hav los al fon feeling fo me ca
you Wha abou Chon Winte Break - yo though th sam then
DON' WAN T LOS YOU Wh can' yo see kno di lot o
rotte thing t you bu wa tryin t change t correc
myself Par o m proble wa tha alway trie t avoi
hurtin yo o makin yo angr i th short-term whic resulte
i m doin rotte thing t yo ove th long-term Yo mea s
muc t me jus can' dea wit thi biologica thing kee
thinkin tha i ha bee there th biologica thin woul
neve hav happened kee hopin tha th biologica thin wil
graduall un-happe onc I' bac an I' wit you i onl a
frien a first wan i s muc t un-happen I yea les
tha tw months Ca thing stron an slee shrive i summer
I don't understand.

Yo wer an yo ar m center Bu yo COUL stil hold i
yo wante t an wouldn' fal apart Mayb it' jus tha th
mor lov you th les yo lov me I tha it I tha th
wa yo ar wit al men wouldn' understan that Ther isn'
muc D understand Withou yo sto carin abou anything
Ho d continue Befor me yo wa mostl empty Yo
fille m u fro underneath t th poin wher th stuf tha
ha stoppe m fro bein totall empt befor oveflowe ou th
to an i wa ONL yo lef inside I hav los you I'
totall empty D yo care suppos i yo n longe lov me
yo don't NEE T KNOW wan yo bac s much don' wan
t b i Berkele withou you don' wan t B withou you
Pleas tak m back lov yo an wil mis yo to muc i
yo sto carin abou me PLEASE WAN YO BACK S I' n goo
a sex Ther ar s man othe things Bu the don' matte
without you. PLEASE!
And that should be cause for rejoicing on your end and relief on mine, because no one needs to read evidence of such total abjection. At least this way the shame gets transformed into experimental prose poetry!
Tags: archive, autobiography, nostalgia
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