Old limerick for Irish Richie

There once was a man from Isis

Whose balls had different sizis

One ball was small

Hardly no ball at all

The other was big and one ...

(and this is where you enter the competition... what is the missing woid we ax. btw. some say We r stupid just becåse we disagree with some spelling rule. we beg to differ.)

good evening.

 

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From: "Julie Krueger"
To: lit-ideas@freelists.org
Subject: [lit-ideas] Please correct me if I'm wrong. Please.
Date: Sun, 3 Jun 2007 02:22:19 -0500

So.  The Kurds are being hemmed in from the north, as insurgents blew up a bridge which was a vital link to Baghdad, and the south, as Turkey is poised on the border to attack the Kurds from the South (Gates is warning them against doing so, so obviously everything's going to be all right).  Major Iraq-type bombs are being found in Afghanistan for the first time.  Iran is apparently continuing it's search for nuclear power, while Iranian type weaponry is being used in Iraq.  And, not having enough groups to kill and be killed by, there is now Sunni on Sunni fighting; as BBC says "rival Sunni factions".  Somewhere in the midst of all of this Al Qaeda and all kinds of Al Qaeda wannabes are running amok.  But we're safer now.  Right?  Do I have all of this about right?  (I'm not going to get into the Somalia thing, or the Lebanon thing; or the Israel thing, or Japan's nuclear aspirations;  there's only so much I can deal with at once.)  Condi wants a chance at diplomacy and Cheney wants to take the whole lot out.  And Bush, most likely in a hurry to get  everyone to ignore the Wars, is now championing a Green plan.  Hooray.  When we all die, the earth will be a cleaner place for our .....wait a minute....

I'm going to go read some trivial piece of fiction now.  My head hurts.

Julie Krueger

--- The more abstract the truth is that you would teach, the more you have to seduce the senses to it. - Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil  http://phatic.blogspot.com 

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Re: [lit-ideas] Re: Sunday Poem (rather important missing word restored)

JG Ballard on growing up in Shanghai, the cruelty of contemporary Cannen , and life in suburbia Londonium.

http://download.itv.com/southbankshow/jgballard.mp3

Best,
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garbage sun

Sit with me,
dear, tell

of the time
when I am

no more

Tor Ulven
phtic traslate

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"Sitt hos meg,/ kjære, fortell// om den tiden/ da jeg ikke// finnes mer. "
From Tor Ulven, _Søppelsolen_ (1989)
http://www.helsinki.fi/uh/3-2005/juttu7.shtml

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What's perfection?

The love of the Body of man or woman balks account—the body itself balks account;
That of the male is perfect, and that of the female is perfect.

Walt Whitman, 'I Sing the Body Electric'
http://www.bartleby.com/142/19.html

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To his father

(after Tu Fu)
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The note books have faded to yellow
The rubbers don't listen no more
The ski tracks are blown away and
The TV screen dishevelled
At a dump

The pupils have turned into parents and
The incineration ovens turned cold.
There are no longer a living
Memory of the English classes and
The red pen's orders

The trying steps of friends in dance are forgotten and
The mistress' painted cheek
Changed to dust in the river of eternity.
What remains after the passing
Of centuries? What was me?

-phatic

chewing gum

-- for lit-ideas

Dead bureaucrats sailors
Dead poets teachers
Oh how I have suffered for this poem

The voices will never stop
Dispose of your objects you say
Dead fishermen scholars
I can only write how I write

My child is hanging from a tree
I put him there
Don't look at me now
While I eat the evidence

Dead people's voices speak through me
Every sentence is a betrayal
I dream what I dream

- phatic
(traslated from hisself)

What's in a name

Upon asking "What could be a greater insult to Christianity than to substitute Christ with an X," Mike Geary informed that he

> sent him a note while he was broadcasting

which opens up for a number of interrogations:

1. Does Mike still correspond?
2. Is Christ still broadcasting?
3. Did Christ call hisself chris(t!) and does he (still)?
3a. In the case that he didn't, how come it would be an insult (to him)?
3b. In the case that he did, what would be his riposte?

phatic,
Down under