ven, le 03 mai 2019, 11:56
You know how there's like a dog on the tv screen and you want to show your dog the dog on the tv screen and every time you point at the tv screen the dog only stares at your finger? That's what it's like when you call the FBI after the landlords where I live fail to assassinate you properly nearly every day for the last month and a half.
The unanimous Declaration of the thirteen united States of America
, When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.--That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, --That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness.
Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.--Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government. The history of the present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States.
To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world. https://www.archives.gov/founding-docs/declaration-transcript
mer, le 04 juil 2018, 09:57
The Firebird (French: L'Oiseau de feu; Russian: Жар-птица, translit. Zhar-ptitsa) is a ballet and orchestral concert work by the Russian composer Igor Stravinsky. It was written for the 1910 Paris season of Sergei Diaghilev's Ballets Russes company; the original choreography was by Michel Fokine, with a scenario by Alexandre Benois and Fokine based on the Russian fairy tales of the Firebird and the blessing and curse it possesses for its owner. When first performed at the Opéra de Paris on 25 June 1910, the work was an instant success with both audience and critics.
The ballet has historic significance not only as Stravinsky's breakthrough piece, but also as the beginning of the collaboration between Diaghilev and Stravinsky that would also produce the acclaimed ballets Petrushka (1911) and The Rite of Spring (1913).
Igor Stravinsky was the son of Fyodor Stravinsky, the principal bass at the Imperial Opera, St Petersburg, and Anna, née Kholodovskaya, a competent amateur singer and pianist from an old-established Russian family. Fyodor's association with many of the leading figures in Russian music, including Rimsky-Korsakov, Borodin and Mussorgsky, meant that Igor grew up in an intensely musical home. In 1901, Stravinsky began to study law at St Petersburg University, while taking private lessons in harmony and counterpoint. Having impressed Rimsky-Korsakov with some of his early compositional efforts, Stravinsky worked under the guidance of the older composer. By the time of his mentor's death in 1908, Stravinsky had produced several works, among them a Piano Sonata in F♯ minor (1903–04), a Symphony in E♭ major (1907), which he catalogued as "Opus 1", and in 1908 a short orchestral piece, Feu d'artifice ("Fireworks").
In 1909, Feu d'artifice was performed at a concert in St Petersburg. Among those in the audience was the impresario Sergei Diaghilev, who at that time was planning to introduce Russian music and art to western audiences. Like Stravinsky, Diaghilev had initially studied law, but had gravitated via journalism into the theatrical world. In 1907, he began his theatrical career by presenting five concerts in Paris; in the following year, he introduced Mussorgsky's opera Boris Godunov. In 1909, still in Paris, the Ballets Russes was launched, initially with Borodin's Polovtsian Dances from Prince Igor and Rimsky-Korsakov's Scheherazade. To present these works, Diaghilev recruited the choreographer Michel Fokine, the designer Léon Bakst and the dancer Vaslav Nijinsky. Diaghilev's intention, however, was to produce new works in a distinctively 20th-century style, and he was looking for fresh compositional talent.
The ballet was the first of Sergei Diaghilev's Ballets Russes productions to have an all-original score composed for it. Alexandre Benois wrote in 1910 that he had two years earlier suggested to Diaghilev the production of a Russian nationalist ballet, an idea all the more attractive given both the newly awakened French passion for Russian dance and also the ruinously expensive costs of staging opera. The inspiration of mixing the mythical Firebird with the unrelated Russian tale of Koschei the Deathless possibly came from a popular child's verse by Yakov Polonsky, "A Winter's Journey" (Zimniy put, 1844), which includes the lines:
And in my dreams I see myself on a wolf's back
Riding along a forest path
To do battle with a sorcerer-tsar (Koschei)
In that land where a princess sits under lock and key,
Pining behind massive walls.
There gardens surround a palace all of glass;
There Firebirds sing by night
And peck at golden fruit.
Yeah I was gonna say, golden fruit-wise, I wonder how many British coins I'll find around outside today on the 4th like last year.
lun, le 02 juil 2018, 22:50
Chillin outside of Payless Shoes, room uninhabitable, first post here on new machine, people on sidewalks behaving as human scroll buttons, camera software unstable, people walk past with phones and the icons blink like something's been installed. It's nice when the crotchbots are female, if there must be crotchbots. I wondered if the camera software had such a tiny buffer that making a file of any size at all is what kept crashing it until it was suddenly very obvious that the reason the program kept crashing was because I was making video files describing personal details about my serial killer friends.
After such a great bunch of relief yesterday, today is among those days property managers are probably unqualified to apologize about and maybe the nice suicide bomber from earlier will help. Funny thought about the phone battery, now that Yarngirl has been a vampire the last several years, when I delete her texts unread I then find articles in response about the deleted texts of Jim Comey, and after a strange several days of refusing to open her most recent text message since the bizarre anti-christmas thing, a sort of long story, and instead enjoying the red number 1 sitting there on the text message icon on the phone's screen, I finally attempted to read the drivel she sent along, and I reached for the phone, flipped off the airport mode, clicked the text icon and the phone suddenly died! Ha! The last couple of texts were MS Paint files meant as invasive mock-ups of my room as her network routinely stares into my room like groupies.
Hey there, Jim Belushi just walked past, nice guy afterall. I wonder if he knows I was the guy from Real Men. I was yelling at the crotchbots Jim, I hate those things.
ven, le 29 juin 2018, 10:19
Re: John Stewart transcript on sadistic glee. I would imagine the new guys learned the behavior from the bible guys. I would imagine that the new guys are using the underlying principles of biblical retribution that they learned from watching the mass casualty events during bible time. The lethality experts were clearly inspired by the overwhelming vengeance concept.https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Operant_conditioning
Operant conditioning (also called "instrumental conditioning") is a learning process through which the strength of a behavior is modified by reinforcement or punishment. It is also a procedure that is used to bring about such learning.
Although operant and classical conditioning both involve behaviors controlled by environmental stimuli, they differ in nature. In operant conditioning, stimuli present when a behavior is rewarded or punished come to control that behavior. For example, a child may learn to open a box to get the candy inside, or learn to avoid touching a hot stove; in operant terms, the box and the stove are "discriminative stimuli". However, in classical conditioning, stimuli that signal significant events produce reflexive behavior. For example, sight of candy may cause a child to salivate, or the sound of a door slam may signal an angry parent, causing a child to tremble. Salivation and trembling are not operants; they are not reinforced by their consequences.
The study of animal learning in the 20th century was dominated by the analysis of these two sorts of learning, and they are still at the core of behavior analysis.
mar, le 26 juin 2018, 08:46
Remember in Autumn 2011 when Barack Obama and his military tried to legalize the open murder of civilian children in their own front yards? Good times huh?
Sex offender at the elevator! What a surprise! Good morning sex offender at the elevator! Will Kevin Spacey play a bunch of rubble in his next film I wonder?
The name of the "Property Manager" responsible for leaving the felons in the building is Samantha McClain. As far as attention seeking religious groupies go I think it's fair to make such people famous if they are personally responsible for the condition that has wiped entire cities off the map since she started here in 2015, back around when the Fake Pope was babbling at the Fake Congress. Your teenagers are dead wherever they are prematurely dead in whatever trendy crime scene you have because Samantha McClain enforces an insecure condition in her government sponsored torture chambers. And don't forget her good friend Arlene! Who do you love Arlene?
The name of the company that runs the building is "Home Forward", a change from the previous name "Housing Authority of Portland", or "HAP", when the source of public financing changed several years ago. The police chief is new, and wasn't around for the majority of the problem, and hence seems largely blameless as far as I can tell, however the police department is clearly infested with the enemy and officers have lied to my face on multiple occasions about the chip driven drone people they've been using to enforce acts of public treason going back a long long ways.
The Mayor is a Mr. Wheeler, lucky you, and the Governor seemed very nice on television before and yet she and her predecessor have obviously allowed torture to continue on Oregon soil for as long as I can remember. Where where said Mrs. Blair? Downtown said Mrs. Brown!
The guy heading the FBI field office in town is listed as "Loren 'Renn' Cannon", which should inspire confidence [vomits], and maybe someday if he keeps trying he will find those WMDs! Cross your (severed) fingers! Having called the FBI and Secret Service on multiple occasions I have learned that either my phone is hardwired to only call organized crime figures, or that the FBI thinks problems in this building are a police matter exclusively when that is beyond bullshit. The problems in this building are a Hague matter at least if not a problem for the actual Nuremberg trials. We like to believe the U.S. military is capable of handling a feeble old hunchback robot lady except they can't make any money buying missiles for a simple eviction, so they're in Afghanistan killing themselves instead.
Am I wrong? I ask you, am I wrong? Are you not in Afghanistan killing yourselves instead of securing a man whose body includes all the rivers and all the oceans and all the mountains and all the sky and perhaps even all things made of protons?
I was told to anticipate an unwelcome visit by various sex offenders (named Lin) in the building pretty soon, and thus I wonder how much I should clean the place before I have to clean the place again after the sex offending.
On the chart that would show the chain of command describing the force that openly murders your children every goddam day in a row, there is the property manager, her supervisors, their supervisors, the police, the Mayor, the Governor, and have I mentioned the police recently? Illegal surveillance from religious radio and tv is all run by the military, so you can thank them for the worldwide failure of Christianity and also those little chips in your brains that give you those nightmares.
Great day for a scientist like myself to go for a walk in the park huh?
George Carlin once said tuberculosis was the last major disease Brooklynites could mispronounce. Ha ha. Have to find a new disease then won't we.
Now listen, Julie baby,
It ain't natural for you to cry in the midnight.
It ain't natural for you to cry way into midnight through,
Until the wee small hours long 'fore the break of dawn,
Oh Lord, huh uh ha. Ha.
Now Julie, an' there ain't nothin' on my mind
More further 'way than what you're lookin' for.
I see the way you jumped at me, Lord, from behind the door
And looked into my eyes.
Your a little star struck innuendos
Inadequacies an' foreign bodies,
And the sunlight shining through the crack in the window pane
Numbs my brain,
And the sunlight shining through the crack in the window pane
Numbs my brain, oh Lord.
Ha, so open up the window and let me breathe.
I said open up the window, shh shh shh shh shh and let me breathe.
I'm looking down to the street below, Lord, I cried for you,
Ha ha, I cried, I cried for you, ha ha. Oh, Lord.
The cool room, Lord is a fool's room.
The cool room, Lord is a fool's room.
And I can almost smell your T.B. sheets
And I can almost smell your T.B. sheets
On your sick bed.
I gotta go, I gotta go
And you said, "Please stay, I want to, I want to,
I want a drink of water, I want a drink of water,
Go in the kitchen get me a drink of water."
I said, "I gotta go, I gotta go, baby."
I said, "I'll end, I'll send somebody around here later.
You know we got John comin' around here later
With a bottle of wine for you, baby - but I gotta go."
The cool room, Lord is a fool's room,
The cool room, Lord, Lord is a fool's room, a fool's room.
And I can almost smell your T.B. sheets,
I can almost smell your T.B. sheets, T.B.
I gotta go, I gotta go.
I'll send around, send around one that grumbles later on, babe.
We'll see what I can pick up for you, you know.
Yeah, I got a few things gotta do.
Don't worry about it, don't worry about it, don't worry.
Huh uh, go, go, go, I've gotta go, gotta go, gotta go, gotta go,
Gotta go, gotta go, huh uh, all right, all right, huh huh huh.
I turned on the radio,
If you want to hear a few tunes, I'll turn on the radio for you.
There you go, there you go, there you go, baby, there you go, huh.
You'll be all right, too, huh huh, ha ha, yeah.
I know it ain't funny, it ain't runny at all, baby,
Always laying in the cool room, man, laying in the cool room,
In the cool room, in the cool room.
Okay children let's start the day with a few new math problems. What is 5x2? C'mon children, don't be shy just give it your best shot. Yes Clyde?
Okay, now let's try to get an answer from someone whose not a complete retard. Anyone? C'mon, don't be shy.
I think I know the answer Mr Garrison!
Meh meh meh meh meh meh mehmeh!
Shut up fat boy!
AY! Don't call me fat, you fuckin' jew!
Eric! Did you just say the 'F' word?!
No, he's talkin' about FUCK. You can't say FUCK in school, you fuckin' fat ass.
Why the fuck not?
Dude, you just said fuck again!
What's the big deal? It doesn't hurt anybody! Fuck, fuckity, fuck, fuck, fuck!
How would you like to go see the school counselor?!
How would you like to suck my balls?
*big gasp from whole class*
WHAT DID YOU SAY?!?!
Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Actually, what I said was,
*pulls out megaphone*
"HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO SUCK MY BALLS, MR GARRISON?!?!"
For the Love of God is a sculpture by artist Damien Hirst produced in 2007. It consists of a platinum cast of an 18th-century human skull encrusted with 8,601 flawless diamonds, including a pear-shaped pink diamond located in the forehead that is known as the Skull Star Diamond. The skull's teeth are original, and were purchased by Hirst in London. The artwork is a Memento mori, or reminder of the mortality of the viewer. In 2007, art historian Rudi Fuchs, observed: 'The skull is out of this world, celestial almost. It proclaims victory over decay. At the same time it represents death as something infinitely more relentless. Compared to the tearful sadness of a vanitas scene, the diamond skull is glory itself.' Costing £14 million to produce, the work was placed on its inaugural display at the White Cube gallery in London in an exhibition Beyond belief with an asking price of £50 million. This would have been the highest price ever paid for a single work by a living artist.
The base for the work is a human skull bought in a shop in Islington. It is thought to be that of a 35-year-old European who lived between 1720 and 1810. The work's title was supposedly inspired by Hirst's mother, who once asked, "For the love of God, what are you going to do next?"
Designed and sculpted by Jack du Rose and manufactured by the Piccadilly jewellers Bentley & Skinner, 8,601 flawless pavé-laid diamonds, weighing in total 1,106.18 carats (221.236 g), over a platinum cast, cover the entirety of the skull. At the centre of the forehead lies a pear-shaped pink diamond, the centrepiece of the work. All diamonds used for the work are said to be ethically sourced.
Hirst stated the idea for the work came from an Aztec turquoise skull at the British Museum. However, artist John LeKay, a friend of Hirst's in the early 1990s, said the work is based on a skull covered with crystals which LeKay had made in 1993. LeKay said, "When I heard he was doing it, I felt like I was being punched in the gut. When I saw the image online, I felt that a part of me was in the piece. I was a bit shocked."
On 1 June 2007, For the Love of God went on display in an illuminated glass case in a darkened room on the top floor of the White Cube gallery in St James's, London with heavy security. It was reported on 11 June 2007 that the singer George Michael and his partner Kenny Goss were interested in purchasing the piece for around £50 million.
During November–December 2008, Hirst exhibited the diamond skull at the historic Rijksmuseum in Amsterdam, the Netherlands, amidst public controversy. The skull was exhibited next to an exhibition of paintings from the collection of the museum that were selected and curated by Hirst. According to Wim Pijbes, the museum director, there wasn't controversy amongst the board members. He explained that the exhibition "will attract people—and give a new aspect to the image of the Rijksmuseum as well. It boosts our image. Of course, we do the Old Masters but we are not a 'yesterday institution'. It's for now. And Damien Hirst shows this in a very strong way." A Belgian journalist in response remarked how the installation of the diamond skull at the Rijks was "an intentionally quite controversial project".
For the Love of God was also displayed in the Palazzo Vecchio in Florence, Italy, and at Tate Modern, London between 4 April 2012 and 25 June 2012.
The work was displayed at Hirst's first solo exhibition in the Middle East, at the Relics Exhibition of Doha, Qatar from 10 October 2013 to 22 January 2014.
Between 16 September and 15 November 2015 the skull was displayed at Astrup Fearnley Museum of Modern Art in Oslo, Norway.
ven, le 22 juin 2018, 14:50
mer, le 20 juin 2018, 11:45
I think you're one step away from
cutting your ear off.
Oh, "Starry Night" time, huh?
You ever heard the saying, "any port in
Sure, how 'bout "still waters run deep"--
--Well, maybe that means you.
Maybe what mea--
Maybe you were in the middle of a storm,
a big fuckin' storm-- the waves were
crashing over the bow, the Goddamned
mast was about to snap, and you were
crying for the harbor. So you did
what you had to do, to get out. Maybe
you became a psychologist.
Maybe you should be a patient and sit
Maybe you married the wrong woman.( O ho! Doubtfired!Réduire )
dim, le 17 juin 2018, 08:46
1943 (MCMXLIII) was a common year starting on Friday of the Gregorian calendar, the 1943rd year of the Common Era (CE) and Anno Domini (AD) designations, the 943rd year of the 2nd millennium, the 43rd year of the 20th century, and the 4th year of the 1940s decade.
January 1 – WWII: The Soviet Union announces that 22 German divisions have been encircled at Stalingrad, with 175,000 killed and 137,650 captured.
WWII: Greek-Polish athlete and saboteur Jerzy Iwanow-Szajnowicz is executed by the Germans at Kaisariani.
Culbert Olson, 29th Governor of California, is succeeded by Earl Warren.
January 11 – The United States and United Kingdom revise previously unequal treaty relationships with the Republic of China.
January 11 – Italian-American anarchist Carlo Tresca is assassinated in New York City.
January 13 – 36 people are executed and 200 arrested in anti-Nazi protests in Sofia.
January 14 – 24 – WWII: Casablanca Conference: Franklin D. Roosevelt, President of the United States; Winston Churchill, Prime Minister of the United Kingdom; and Generals Charles de Gaulle and Henri Giraud of the Free French forces meet secretly at the Anfa Hotel in Casablanca, Morocco, to plan the Allied European strategy for the next stage of the war.
WWII: Guadalcanal Campaign – Operation Ke: Japanese forces begin to withdraw from Guadalcanal in the Solomon Islands.
The world's largest office building, The Pentagon, headquarters of the United States Department of War, is dedicated in Arlington, Virginia.
dim, le 17 juin 2018, 07:23
Aw shit, get your towels ready it's about to go down (shorty, yeah)
Everybody in the place hit the fucking deck (shorty, yeah)
But stay on your motherfucking toes
We running this, let's go
I'm on a boat (I'm on a boat) I'm on a boat (I'm on a boat)
Everybody look at me
'Cause I'm sailing on a boat (sailing on a boat)
I'm on a boat (I'm on a boat) I'm on a boat
Take a good hard look at the motherfucking boat (boat, yeah)
I'm on a boat motherfucker take a look at me
Straight floatin' on a boat on the deep blue sea
Busting five knots, wind whipping out my coat
You can't stop me motherfucker cause I'm on a boat
Take a picture, trick (trick) I'm on a boat, bitch (bitch)
We drinking Santana champ, 'cause it's so crisp (crisp)
I got my swim trunks and my flippie-floppies
I'm flipping burgers, you at Kinko's, straight flipping copies
I'm riding on a dolphin, doing flips and shit
The dolphin's splashing, getting everybody all wet
But this ain't Sea World, this is real as it gets
I'm on a boat, motherfucker, don't you ever forget
I'm on a boat and, it's going fast and
I got a nautical themed Pashmina Afghan
I'm the king of the world on a boat like Leo
If you're on the shore, then you're sure not me-oh
Get the fuck up, this boat is real!
Fuck land, I'm on a boat, motherfucker (motherfucker)
Fuck trees, I climb buoys, motherfucker (motherfucker)
I'm on the deck with my boys, motherfucker (yeah)This boat engine make noise, motherfucker
Hey ma, if you could see me now (see me now)
Arms spread wide on the starboard bow (starboard bow)
Gonna fly this boat to the moon somehow (moon somehow)
Like Kevin Garnett, anything is possible
Yeah, never thought I'd be on a boat (let's go)
It's a big blue watery road (yeah)
Poseidon look at me, oh (all hands on deck)
Never thought I'd see the day
When a big boat coming my way
Believe me when I say, I fucked a mermaid
I'm on a boat, I'm on a boat
Everybody look at me 'cause I'm sailing on a boat (whoa)
I'm on a boat, I'm on a boat
Take a good hard look at the motherfuckin' boat (shorty, shorty, yeah)
jeu, le 14 juin 2018, 12:11
Book 1, lines 50-150
Nine times the Space that measures Day and Night
To mortal men, he with his horrid crew
Lay vanquisht, rowling in the fiery Gulfe
Confounded though immortal: But his doom
Reserv’d him to more wrath; for now the thought
Both of lost happiness and lasting pain
Torments him; round he throws his baleful eyes
That witness’d huge affliction and dismay
Mixt with obdurate pride and stedfast hate:
At once as far as Angels kenn he views
The dismal Situation waste and wilde,
A Dungeon horrible, on all sides round
As one great Furnace flam’d, yet from those flames
No light, but rather darkness visible
Serv’d only to discover sights of woe,
Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace
And rest can never dwell, hope never comes
That comes to all; but torture without end
Still urges, and a fiery Deluge, fed
With ever-burning Sulphur unconsum’d:
Such place Eternal Justice had prepar’d
For those rebellious, here their Prison ordain’d
In utter darkness, and their portion set
As far remov’d from God and light of Heav’n
As from the Center thrice to th’ utmost Pole.
O how unlike the place from whence they fell!
There the companions of his fall, o’rewhelm’d
With Floods and Whirlwinds of tempestuous fire,
He soon discerns, and weltring by his side
One next himself in power, and next in crime,
Long after known in PALESTINE, and nam’d
BEELZEBUB. To whom th’ Arch-Enemy,
And thence in Heav’n call’d Satan, with bold words
Breaking the horrid silence thus began.
If thou beest he; But O how fall’n! how chang’d
From him, who in the happy Realms of Light
Cloth’d with transcendent brightnes didst outshine
Myriads though bright: If he whom mutual league,
United thoughts and counsels, equal hope,
And hazard in the Glorious Enterprize,
Joynd with me once, now misery hath joynd
In equal ruin: into what Pit thou seest
From what highth fal’n, so much the stronger provd
He with his Thunder: and till then who knew
The force of those dire Arms? yet not for those
Nor what the Potent Victor in his rage
Can else inflict do I repent or change,
Though chang’d in outward lustre; that fixt mind
And high disdain, from sence of injur’d merit,
That with the mightiest rais’d me to contend,
And to the fierce contention brought along
Innumerable force of Spirits arm’d
That durst dislike his reign, and me preferring,
His utmost power with adverse power oppos’d
In dubious Battel on the Plains of Heav’n,
And shook his throne. What though the field be lost?
All is not lost; the unconquerable Will,
And study of revenge, immortal hate,
And courage never to submit or yield:
And what is else not to be overcome?
That Glory never shall his wrath or might
Extort from me. To bow and sue for grace
With suppliant knee, and deifie his power
Who from the terrour of this Arm so late
Doubted his Empire, that were low indeed,
That were an ignominy and shame beneath
This downfall; since by Fate the strength of Gods
And this Empyreal substance cannot fail,
Since through experience of this great event
In Arms not worse, in foresight much advanc’t,
We may with more successful hope resolve
To wage by force or guile eternal Warr
Irreconcileable, to our grand Foe,
Who now triumphs, and in th’ excess of joy
Sole reigning holds the Tyranny of Heav’n.
So spake th’ Apostate Angel, though in pain,
Vaunting aloud, but rackt with deep despare:
And him thus answer’d soon his bold Compeer.
O Prince, O Chief of many Throned Powers,
That led th’ imbattelld Seraphim to Warr
Under thy conduct, and in dreadful deeds
Fearless, endanger’d Heav’ns perpetual King;
And put to proof his high Supremacy,
Whether upheld by strength, or Chance, or Fate,
Too well I see and rue the dire event,
That with sad overthrow and foul defeat
Hath lost us Heav’n, and all this mighty Host
In horrible destruction laid thus low,
As far as Gods and Heav’nly Essences
Can Perish: for the mind and spirit remains
Invincible, and vigour soon returns,
Though all our Glory extinct, and happy state
Here swallow’d up in endless misery.
But what if he our Conquerour, (whom I now
Of force believe Almighty, since no less
Then such could hav orepow’rd such force as ours)
Have left us this our spirit and strength intire
Strongly to suffer and support our pains,
That we may so suffice his vengeful ire,
Or do him mightier service as his thralls
By right of Warr, what e’re his business be
mer, le 28 fév 2018, 16:47
All lies and jest
Still, a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
I keep hearing new names for the same crime over and over again. They are British people, they are Russian people, they are Japanese people, they are CIA people, they are whatever overwrought garbage lie is available today.
They are criminals, and the police that refuse to remove them from here are also criminals. Why make up new names for the problem? Oh I forgot, you're the military internet and you are criminals.
I wanna tell you 'bout Texas Radio and the Big Beat
Comes out of the Virginia swamps
Cool and slow with plenty of precision
With a back beat narrow and hard to master
Some call it heavenly in its brilliance
Others, mean and rueful of the Western dream
I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft
We have constructed pyramids in honor of our escaping
This is the land where the Pharaoh died
The Negroes in the forest brightly feathered
They are saying, "Forget the night.
Live with us in forests of azure.
Out here on the perimeter there are no stars
Out here we is stoned – immaculate."
Listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the heartache
I'll tell you 'bout the heartache and the loss of God
I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night
The meager food for souls forgot
I'll tell you 'bout the maiden with wrought iron soul
I'll tell you this
No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn
I'll tell you 'bout Texas Radio and the Big Beat
Soft-driven, slow and mad, like some new language
Now, listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the Texas
I'll tell you 'bout the Texas Radio
I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night
Wandering the Western dream
Tell you 'bout the maiden with wrought iron soul
jeu, le 08 fév 2018, 12:50
Dieter: Velcome to "Shprockets," I am your host, Dieter. Tonight our guest is vone of America's foremost poets of anarchy and rebellion. An obsessed outcast, whose dark visions drag us to the edge. His book, "Jimmy Shtewart and His Poems"... [holds up book] ...is filled with biting images that assault the senses, unmasking both reader and poet alike in a macabre dance of despair. He has also appeared in films. Please velcome Jimmy Shtewart!
[Audience cheers as Dieter stands up, claps stiffly, and then sits again. Jimmy Stewart finally dodders onstage in a dark gray suit and dark-rimmed glasses. He takes a seat next to Dieter.]
Dieter: Mr. Shtewart. Critic Graus Greck, in the latest issue of "Verdkunst," described your book as an asylum, vhere man meets his Creator and screams.
Jimmy Stewart: Well, uh, thank you, Dieter. That's, uh... Y'know--y'know, Gloria and I are big fans of YOURS.
Dieter: In your poem, "Old Rocking Chair," you write: "You sit in the corner/Old rocking chair/It makes me feel good/To know you are there."
Jimmy Stewart: Yeah...
Dieter: I feel emotionally obliterated.
Jimmy Stewart: I'm glad--glad--glad to HEAR that, y'see, good poetry is about DESTRUCTION.
Dieter: Under vhat conditions does a man experience such raw truth?
Jimmy Stewart: Well, Dieter, it's no picnic, I can tell you that right now. I was holed up in a Mexico City slum. I hadn't eaten in weeks, and what few pesos I had, I'd spent on alcohol. Some cheap crap called chocho. I was down and out. That's when I wrote "Good Old Rockin' Chair." You see, you've gotta go through the PAIN.
Dieter: And vhat of your poem, "Funny Little Pooch"?
Jimmy Stewart: Yeah. There's a rather interesting story about that "Funny Little Pooch" thing... There was a period of intense creativity for me, Dii-eter.
Jimmy Stewart: Dooter.
Jimmy Stewart: Yeah. yeah. You know, I'd been hitchhiking through Paraguay when I finally settled in Bella Cristo with a 15-year-old WHORE. For a week straight, I was either having sex or hallucinating. Yeah... And then I woke up one morning and she was GONE... she's just--just GONE. And she'd taken all my stuff, and I--I just got crazy paranoid for a minute--well--you--know--how it can be. And I just curled up on that floor like a little baby, and just bawled my eyes out. And--and then a very interesting thing happened. I realized that I was just a speck of crud in a godless VOID. And twenty minutes later, I'd written "Funny Little Pooch."
Dieter: Jimmy Shtewart: you are a running sore. Running from yourself, yet your scab heals us all.
Jimmy Stewart: Yeah. Yeah. Well, y'know, I just do what I do.
Dieter: May I read a passage from "My Kitten, My Pal"?
Jimmy Stewart: Well, I'd be HONORED, Dau-Daughter.
Jimmy Stewart: Dooter.
Jimmy Stewart: Yeah.
Dieter: [reading] "My kitten, my pal/You sit on my lap--"
Jimmy Stewart: Well, well, now--now--wait a minute. Now, now, you gotta read it--you gotta SCREAM it, like it's a matter of life and death, you, can-can I show you... how, here... [takes book from him]
Dieter: Go right ahead.
Jimmy Stewart: All right... [reading] "My kitten, my pal/You sit on my lap/You're a friendly sort of chap." [muttering] I'm a little... thirsty here...
[Jimmy picks up a bottle of tequila and swigs from it.]
Jimmy Stewart: Now... GOOD.
[sets bottle down between him and Dieter]
Jimmy Stewart: [reading] "A little bit of gray and a little bit of white/I'll tell you, little kitten/You're doing all right." Yeah.
Dieter: That poem pulls down my pants and taunts me.
Jimmy Stewart: Well, that's exactly what it's supposed to do. Yeah, it's not rare when something happens like--I wrote that one on a piece of toilet paper, after waking up in a puddle of my own SICK.
Jimmy Stewart: Now, it wasn't pretty, wasn't pretty.
Dieter: Is it true that you vonce killed a man?
Jimmy Stewart: N-now, now, wait a minute there, Daughter. No--
Jimmy Stewart: That's right, Dieter. No man ever really dies by the hand of another, you see, every man's responsible for his own DEATH. And by the way, you haven't asked me if I want to touch your MONKEY.
Dieter: I thought it beneath you.
Jimmy Stewart: Well, Dieter, if that monkey knew where I'd been, he wouldn't LET me touch him.
Dieter: Then touch him. Touch him! Touch my monkey! [babbles in German] Touch him, LOVE HIM!
Jimmy Stewart: [walks over to monkey] All right, you little pal, let's go--
[Dieter's monkey squeals and jumps off his pedestal after Jimmy touches him.]
Jimmy Stewart: [yanks back hand] Oh! Oh, son of a bitch BIT me!
[Jimmy leaps back to the table and breaks off the top of the tequila bottle.]
Jimmy Stewart: [brandishing broken bottleneck] C'mon, monkey, let's see what's in that belly of yours!
Dieter: [standing up] Now is the time on "Shprockets" when we dance!
"All the lonely people, where do they all come from?"
ven, le 15 déc 2017, 22:40
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