I noted yesterday that my posts no longer appeared in Twitter. Today I noticed that the sharing buttons had vanished from my posts as well. Sigh. It’s all down to WordPress Jetpack, which kindly disabled this functionality without telling me.
Let’s see if I have managed to reenable it…. Hmm….
I’ve been looking some more at Byzantine science. My original intention was to write a series of posts on each area of science. But I’m finding that in fact I don’t know enough about the subjects to do so. In particular knowledge of Byzantine mathematics and astronomy seems to require more knowledge of the works of Aristotle than I possess. So I will probably do no more on this.
Yesterday I was looking at an English translation of a poem by al-Akhtal, the court poet of the early Ummayads, whom I wrote about here. This led me to wonder how to post a poem on WordPress, which is what this blog runs on. There is no feature in the blogging platform to support the sort of alternately indented lines that a regular poem has. I found quite a number of posts asking why there is not a plugin to make this possible.
But … it just did not work to format poetry. The problem is not the plugin. The problem is that WordPress strips whitespace in a manner impossible to control. You can insert stuff in a poetic format. But the moment you open the post in the visual editor, that format is destroyed.
This is a fundamental problem with poetry in WordPress. It can’t be fixed, unless or until the main developers address the whitespace handling issue.
The only possible approach is to format it all as <PRE>, which is not much of an answer and looks terrible.
Perhaps it says something about the importance of poetry in our society, that the main blogging platform for writing online makes it impossible to post verse?
I need to return to translating Eutychius of Alexandria. I have a couple of books to review.
My trip to Rome later this month will not now happen, after my travelling companion became ill.
I read this morning that the publishing industry continues its campaign against the SciHub pirate website, through which alone normal people can access most journal articles. Apparently a US judge wants to prevent Americans from accessing it. That should certainly give China an advantage! The site itself is apparently hosted in Russia, fortunately.
To finish, let me attempt to post the poem by al-Akhtal, in preformatted format, as translated by Suzanne Stetkevych. I laid it out in Notepad; but my attempt to create a preformatted block and paste it in was a complete failure. Even preformatted text is not handled well by the visual editor, it seems. In the end I switched to text view and pasted it in there, with <pre></pre> tags around it. This gives the following appearance:
How long will it remain formatted, I wonder? Well, let’s see!
Here is the complete poem, that al-Akhtal delivered before the caliph, while drunk.
Al-Akhtal's Khaffa al-Qatinu: The Nasib
1. Those that dwelt with you have left in haste,
departing at evening or at dawn,
Alarmed and driven out by fate's caprice,
they head for distant lands.
2. And I, on the day fate took them off,
was like one drunk
On wine from Hims or Jadar
that sends shivers down the spine,
3. Poured generously from a brimming wine-jar,
lined with pitch and dark with age,
Its clay seal broken
off its mouth,
4. A wine so strong it strikes
the vital organs of the reveller,
His heart, hungover, can barely
5. I was like that, or like a man
whose joints are racked with pain,
Or like a man whose heart is struck
by charms and amulets,
Out of longing for them and yearning
on the day I sent my glance after them
As they journeyed in small bands
on Kawkab Hill's two slopes.
7. They urged on their mounts,
turning their backs on us,
while in veiled howdahs, if you spoke softly to them,
were maidens lovely as statues.
8. They entice the tribesmen
until they ensnare them,
Yet they seem feeble-minded
9. Forget about union with beautiful women
when they are sure
That you are a man whom
old age's blossom has demeaned!
10. They turned away from me
when my bow's stringer bent it
And when my once jet-black locks
11. They do not heed the man who calls them
to fulfill his need,
Nor do they set their sights upon
a white-haired man.
12. They headed east when summer's blast
had wrung the branches dry,
And, except where ploughshares run,
all green had withered.
13. So the eye is troubled by tears
shed for a now-distant campsite
Whose folk will find it hard to ever
14. They are cut off, like a rope,
and the eye follows after them,
and al-Maqsim Spring,
15. Until they descended to a land
on the side of a river bed
Where the tribes of Shayban and Ghubar
16. Until when they left behind
the sandy tamarisk ground
And had reached high ground, or said,
"This is the trench [that Khosroes] dug."
17. They alighted in the evening,
and we turned aside our noble-bred camels:
For the man in need, the time had come
18. To a man whose gifts do not elude us,
whom God has made victorious,
So let him in his victory
19. He who wades into the deep of battle,
auspicious his augury,
The Caliph of God
through whom men pray for rain.
20. When his soul whispers its intention to him
it sends him resolutely forth,
His courage and his caution
like two keen blades.
21. In him the common weal resides,
and after his assurance
No peril can seduce him
from his pledge.
22. Not even the Euphrates when its tributaries
pour seething into it
And sweep the giant swallow-wort from its two banks
into the middle of its rushing stream,
23. And the summer winds churn it
until its waves
Form agitated puddles
on the prows of ships,
24. Racing in a vast and mighty torrent
from the mountains of Byzance
Whose foothills shield them from it
and divert its course,
25. Is ever more generous than he is
to the supplicant
Or more dazzling
to the beholder's eye.
26. They did not desist from their treachery and cunning
Until, unknowingly, they portioned out
the maysir-players' flesh.
27. Then whoever witholds his counsel
And whose hand is niggardly to those
28. Will be the ransom
of the Commander of the Faithful,
When a fierce and glowering battle-day
bares its teeth.
29. Like a crouching lion, poised to pounce,
his chest low to the ground,
For a battle in which there is
prey for him,
30. [The Caliph] advances with an army
two-hundred thousand strong,
The likes of which no man or jinn
has ever seen.
31. He comes to bridges which he builds
and then destroys,
He brands his steeds with battle-scars,
above him fly banners and battle-dust,
32. Until at al-Taff
they wreaked carnage,
And at al-Thawiyyah
where no bowstring twanged.
33. The tribesmen saw clearly
the error of their ways,
And he straightened out the smirk
upon their faces.
34. Single-handed, he assumed the burdens
of the people of Iraq,
Among whom he once had bestowed
a store of grace and favor.
35. In the mighty nab'-tree of Quraysh
round which they gather,
No other tree can top
its lofty crown.
36. It overtops the high hills,
and they dwell in its roots and stem;
They are the people of bounty,
and, when they boast, of glory,
37. Rallying behind the truth, recoiling from foul speech,
In the face of war's calamities
they stand steadfast.
38. If a darkening cloud casts its pall
over the horizons,
They have a refuge from it
and a haven.
39. God allotted to them the good fortune
that made them victorious,
And after theirs all other lots
are small, contemptible.
40. They do not exult in it
since they are its masters;
Any other tribe, were this their lot,
would be exultant, vain.
41. Ruthless toward their foe,
till they submit;
the most clement of men.
42. Those that harbor rancor toward them
cannot endure their battle-wrath;
When their rods are tested
no flaw is found.
43. It is they who vie with the rain-bearing wind
to bring sustenance
When impoverished supplicants
find scant food.
44. O Banu Umayyah, your munificence
is like a widespread rain;
It is perfect,
unsullied by reproach.
45. O Banu Umayyah, it was I
who defended you
From the men of a tribe
that sheltered and aided [the Prophet].
46. I silenced the Banu Najjir's endless braying
With poems that reached the ears
of every chieftain of Ma'add,
47. Until they submitted,
smarting from my words-
For words can often pierce
where sword-points fail.
48. O Banu Umayyah, I offer you
Don't let Zufar dwell secure
49. But take him as an enemy,
for what you see of him
And what lies hid within
is all corruption.
50. For in the end you'll meet
with ancient rancor:
Like mange, it lies latent for awhile
only to break out once more.
Suzanne Pinckney Stetkevych, “Umayyad Panegyric and the Poetics of Islamic Hegemony: al-Akhṭal’s “Khaffa al-Qaṭīnu” (“Those That Dwelt with You Have Left in Haste”)“, Journal of Arabic Literature 28 (1997), pp. 89-122. JSTOR.↩
I may need to change the WordPress theme that I use for this site. For some reason quoting material – which I do a lot – does not work very well since I upgraded. My apologies if there is any oddness while I experiment!
UPDATE: OK, I have reverted. The same problems appeared in the default WordPress theme. It seems that WordPress 3.6 is broken.
When you press “quote”, quite often it just inserts a new paragraph. It often does not unquote a quoted passage. And so on. Blockquoting is a fundamental issue, and WordPress have broken it.