Up to the Limit

One afternoon B Suit and his fiancée, the lovely A Woodland, decided to go for a relaxing evening at the local club, the Limit. What they didn't know -- could not in fact have known, as it was a last minute alter(n)ation -- was that playing this very evening was famed Teutonic outfit Accept, featuring leather clad falsetto vocalist Uuuuuu-do DirkSCNEIDER.

As B Suit and A Woodland settled with their Cuba Librés, Accept took to the stage, the modest -- but highly VOCAL -- crowd greeting them, cheering UUUUUU-Do, UUUUU-Do, etc.

Herr DirkSCNEIDER pierced the room with the following _liedl_:

Do me a favour and leave me alone
The most I love you is when you're gone
Please, disappear and don't come back
I'm not the kind of guy you can check
All I can say -- out of my way
Before I get to the top
All I can feel is wild running blood
Please stop -- you better watch it
It's getting up to the limit
Up to the limit, etc.

with appropriate Teuton accent.

B Suit and A Woodland agreed they'd had a fine evening at the Limit.

"Fortunately there was no POLITICAL commentary," Suit remarked as they returned _zu ghause_.

From Fla to the End of the World

One morning at B Suit's home, Florida Rd, Fla, Suit's fiancée, the lovely A Woodland, makes a peculiar request.

"I want you to go to the World's End for me," she sais.

"The World's End?" Suit asks, requring a confirmation [validation to some].

"In deed," A Woodland responds.

The following week B Suit had the mayor of World's End, N d Cusa, take his picture in front of the TOwn Hall, sporting a large sign with the inscription WORLD'S END.

"Now you've reached the World's End, and here's a picture to prove it," N d Cusa said, handing the cell phone (with a camera) back to Suit, who -- without further ado -- stored the image on his hard drive.

On his return to Florida Rd, Fla, Suit shows the photograph (or pix, as they says in Fla), to his fiancée, the lovely A woodland.

"Here, now you see. I went to the World's End, on your request," Suit sais with not a small measure of hurt pride in his voice.

A Woodhouse considers her options for a moment, before answering,

"Well, you didn't have to take it that _literally_."

phatic
here, there & everywhere

Note from Artist

Cornelis Vreeswijk, "Perry, my mate, at the Welfare Council"

"Howzit, assistant, you see,
It's the same story as yesterday.
I need some dough for a sandwich and a pint,
If you'd give me a buck I give my best
To the welfare council, and promise and abate
Not to spend it on vodka," said Perry, my mate.

"Nope," said the assistant, harsh and with zest,
"Not a dime will get out of these coffers,
It won't help with prayers or complaints,
A nickel for the subway and two food stamps is what you'll get.
And if you get here tomorrow, arrive in sober state,
Why don't you kiss my ass," said Perry, my mate.

I met Perry by the subway station,
And when he'd explained his situation
We rode into town on the southern track
And finally arrived at "The Gilded Solemnity"
But when we'd sat there for a while
The assistant who snubbed Perry arrive.

"Howzit, assistant! You're most welcome here,"
Said Perry, smelling conspicuously of booze.
"Yuck," the assistant said moderately,
"Imagine eyeing Perry in this den of sin.
Who would have thought this was within your rate?"
"Why don't you give a damn," said Perry, my mate.

"Last time we met," Perry said, "I was anti-social,
But now I'm at home in the house of Solemnity.
Here we're equals, you know,
Red and blue, bony and corpulent.
If you can keep your word, you're a man who can swim,,
And if you can't, then talk to him."

And when Perry said "him", he pointed
generously at yours truly.

Perry and the assistant and I, that makes three
were drinking at my expense, fellow man,
That's how things work within society
If someone is unable, some one else pays
"It doesn't matter who's got a clean slate --
But cheers to capital!" said Perry, my mate.

Translated by Artist

Sv: lit-ideas Digest V12 #3

It's about, it's about relations, it's about relations of the prior kind, it's about the relations of the kind prior to the actual, it's about the relations of the actual relations of the kind prior to the current, it's about the current relations priot to the ctual.

Who fathered the man, prior to the actual? Who actualized the father, prior to the man? Who prioritized the actual, prior to the factual? Who related the factual prior to the actual?

It's about, it's about how to, it's about how to imagine, it's about how to imagine the actual beyond the factual, about how to realize the current after the patrial, how to not to realize the phatual phantastisc phantasmatic

Yrs,

-phatic

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        [lit-ideas] RIP Miller Williams....
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From: Adriano Palma <Palma@ukzn.ac.za>
Subject: [lit-ideas] for sage susan lawrence, -thank you
Date: Sat, 3 Jan 2015 06:50:32 +0000


] Returning to her again



            Sage rested on the soft
            Sand of the trail, her mouth
            Gaping, her tongue aquiver,
            Her eyes half-closed, and
            Ahead through the trees
            Were more places to rest,
            Sand at an easy pace.

            Returning to her again
            Waiting on along
            Looking back my only
            One back then again
            I've never accepted
            This dying of sage,
            Finding another in her place,

            And Susan
            Waking as she once did
            With bright eyes and clear
            Sweet smile, but
            A little while left
            And we'll both begin again,
            Or someone will.

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Subject: [lit-ideas] RIP Miller Williams....
From: Ursula Stange <ursula@stange.com>
Date: Sat, 3 Jan 2015 13:36:26 -0500

The story about Hank Williams is worth reading in this article about the death of Miller Williams, and the poems, of course.  But the reason I'm posting this is for the somewhat lengthy tribute in the comments below which connects to something that Mike Geary posted about how he judges the success of poems.  So well said....a lesson in honesty and brevity. 
http://m.arktimes.com/RockCandy/archives/2015/01/02/rip-miller-williams-1930-2015




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Date: Sat, 3 Jan 2015 14:45:34 -0600
Subject: [lit-ideas] Re: RIP Miller Williams....
From: Mike Geary <jejunejesuit.geary2@gmail.com>

Thank you for posting that Ursula.  I've been an avid, devoted fan of
Lucinda Williams for quite awhile, but knew nothing of her father.  His
poems certainly do resonate in me.  I will get a collection pronto.  I see
that at some point he and his family lived in Hoxie, Ar which is about 14
miles south of Pocahontas, Ar where I lived for 4 years back in the 50's.
Wish I'd known that at the time, I would have gone a courtin' on Lucinda.
I think I have all her recordings.  She's wonderful.  Hell of a lot talent
between them.
Thanks again.


On Sat, Jan 3, 2015 at 12:36 PM, Ursula Stange <ursula@stange.com> wrote:

> The story about Hank Williams is worth reading in this article about the
> death of Miller Williams, and the poems, of course.  But the reason I'm
> posting this is for the somewhat lengthy tribute in the comments below
> which connects to something that Mike Geary posted about how he judges the
> success of poems.  So well said....a lesson in honesty and brevity.
>
>
> http://m.arktimes.com/RockCandy/archives/2015/01/02/rip-miller-williams-1930-2015
>
>
>



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Date: Sat, 3 Jan 2015 14:50:03 -0600
Subject: [lit-ideas] Re: Sv: lit-ideas Digest V11 #287
From: Mike Geary <jejunejesuit.geary2@gmail.com>

Bravo, Lawrence.

On Thu, Jan 1, 2015 at 11:04 AM, Torgeir Fjeld <torgeir_fjeld@yahoo.no>
wrote:

> The term Mindful has gone viral. Does it have any content beyond "aware"?
> When you have acheived your freedom -- as in having nothing left to loose
> -- it is time for serenity and contemplation.
>
> Med vennlig hilsen / Yours sincerely,
>
> Torgeir Fjeld
>
> http://independent.academia.edu/TorgeirFjeld
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> From: "Lawrence Helm" <lawrencehelm@roadrunner.com>
> Subject: [lit-ideas] Sentry duty on dark nights
> Date: Wed, 31 Dec 2014 11:52:48 -0800
>
>
>
>            Coming home for weekend Liberty
>
>            At eighteen seemed intolerable.  El Toro
>
>            Was nothing like the getting away
>
>            I had planned, months of training for
>
>            A short ride home?  It wouldn't be
>
>            Like that in Korea.  I planned
>
>            A transfer to the thirty-eighth,
>
>
>
>            But there were a few I knew
>
>            To drink with and not much else
>
>            To do even I heard at the front.
>
>            I had managed to get a long
>
>            Way from home.  I stood in a pouring
>
>            Rain at post five on the north-east corner
>
>
>
>            Beyond a rice paddy filled to over-flowing
>
>            When something changed.  I held my
>
>            M1 pointed down cloaked myself
>
>            In shadow and knew I'd be able
>
>            To see it before it saw me.  On dark nights
>
>            Still I often enter your room and wait until
>
>            I see a sign that you're still breathing.
>
>
>
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>            Attracted to Stoicism did I
>
>            Elide it to experience
>
>            Desire, or did I abandon it
>
>            And return to what I was
>
>            All along?  I did not keep
>
>            It up.  Desire for
>
>            You satisfied
>
>
>
>            My curiosity.
>
>            On the other hand
>
>            I have not returned
>
>            To Stoicism,
>
>            Fearing instead
>
>            The dread
>
>            Of losing you.
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The idol that is fear

We must make an idol of our fear, and call it god. The Seventh Seal Sendt fra Yahoo Mail på Android

Forecast

The forecast says blizzard

The forecast says earthquake

The forecast says mountains block the path

The forecast says floods

And yet the blizzard wears a nice hat

And yet the earthquake has ample savings

And yet the mountains enter long cars

And yet the floods have the police at their disposal

(B Brecht)

*

It's somewhat curious that the architects of  the s.c project for a new American century were very well versed in Lenin -- as if knowing or even appreciating the great masters of Marxism didn't give a direct (i.e. necessary) relation to a Stalinist programme.

Brecht would himself know intimately what it was like being persecuted by a party line. Before the failed putsch in Munich his name had been put on a list of people scheduled for incarceration. As you may know he famously fled Germany in the 1930s, lived in Denmark for a number of years, before taking refuge in the US, where he was marshalled before the Committee of Un-American activities during the McCarthy-regime.

Peace in Bosnia Herzegovina (Allen Ginsberg, 1993)

General Mother Teresa
Emperor Dalai Lama XIV
Chief of Staff Thich Nhat Hanh
Army Chaplain John Paul II

followed by the shades of Ghandi
Sakharov, Sartre & his uncle
Albert Schweitzer

went to the bombed out streets
talked to Moslem Bosnians in
the burnt out grocery stores

parlayed with Croatian & Serbian Generals & Parliament

asked them to quit shooting & firing
artillery from the mountainside

overlooking villages
emptied of grandmothers --

So now there was quiet -- a few fires
smoldered in back alleys

a few corpses stank in wet fields
-- But who owns these houses? The
cinema theatres with broken doors?

Who owns that grocery store, that City Hall,
that windowless school with broken
rooftiles?

Who owns these little apartments, now
all worshippers of Allah

pray in towns besieged 100 miles away
overcrowded in tenements & tents, with
UN portosans at the crossroads?

Who owns these abandoned alleys &
drugstores with shattered bottle shards over
the sidewalk & inside the door?

Who'll be the judge, attorney, file
legal briefs,

bankruptcy papers, affidavits of ownership,
deeds, old tax receipts?

Who'll council who lives where in the rubble,
who'll sleep in what brokenwalled hut

in the full moonlight when spring clouds
pass over the face
of the man in the moon at the end of May?

May 6, 1993, 3AM

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997),

poet, icon, prophet