September is ending.
1. All potatoes are digged up.
2. Fortune favours fools, or as a German saying goes, "The most stupid farmer would get the biggest potatoes.
3. Sometimes a saying can be a great comfort.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Fortune favours fools
September is ending.
1. All potatoes are digged up.
2. Fortune favours fools, or as a German saying goes, "The most stupid farmer would get the biggest potatoes.
3. Sometimes a saying can be a great comfort.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
The Impossible Fact
Tonight my closest friend out of the blue declaimed following poem.
To me it sounds like a variation of a poem by Christian Morgenstern,
But Tetrapilotomos claims it is by "a certain" McSeanagall.
The Impossible Fact
Usmanoff, rich, an aimful rover,
walking in the wrong direction
at a busy intersection
is run over.
"How," he says, his mood restoring
but without his wrath ignoring,
"can an accident like this
ever happen? What's amiss?
"Did the world's administration
fail in free speech's deprivation?
Did police ignore the need
for reducing bloggers' speed?
"Isn't there a prohibition,
barring internet transmission
of a mighty to a wight?
Were the nasty bloggers right?"
Tightly swathed in dampened tissues
he explores the legal issues,
and his shillings soon make clear:
Free speech not permitted here!
And he comes to the conclusion:
His mishap was an illusion,
for, he reasons pointedly,
that which must not, can not be.
[McSeanagall]
The (English version of) the Original (?)
The Impossible Fact
To me it sounds like a variation of a poem by Christian Morgenstern,
But Tetrapilotomos claims it is by "a certain" McSeanagall.
The Impossible Fact
Usmanoff, rich, an aimful rover,
walking in the wrong direction
at a busy intersection
is run over.
"How," he says, his mood restoring
but without his wrath ignoring,
"can an accident like this
ever happen? What's amiss?
"Did the world's administration
fail in free speech's deprivation?
Did police ignore the need
for reducing bloggers' speed?
"Isn't there a prohibition,
barring internet transmission
of a mighty to a wight?
Were the nasty bloggers right?"
Tightly swathed in dampened tissues
he explores the legal issues,
and his shillings soon make clear:
Free speech not permitted here!
And he comes to the conclusion:
His mishap was an illusion,
for, he reasons pointedly,
that which must not, can not be.
[McSeanagall]
The (English version of) the Original (?)
The Impossible Fact
Palmstroem, old, an aimless rover,
walking in the wrong direction
at a busy intersection
is run over.
"How," he says, his life restoring
and with pluck his death ignoring,
"can an accident like this
ever happen? What's amiss?
"Did the state administration
fail in motor transportation?
Did police ignore the need
for reducing driving speed?
"Isn't there a prohibition,
barring motorized transmission
of the living to the dead?
Was the driver right who sped ... ?"
Tightly swathed in dampened tissues
he explores the legal issues,
and it soon is clear as air:
Cars were not permitted there!
And he comes to the conclusion:
His mishap was an illusion,
for, he reasons pointedly,
that which must not, can not be.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Audiatur et altera pars
Yesterday night I had an interesting conversation with my closest friend which I want to share with you.
Confess, I am still a little puzzled. Here we go.
Tetrapilotomos?
Hm.
Busy with pre Aztecan philately?
No. Translating Post Eastern Bloc fairy tales into Latin.
Interesting. Your latest five words, so far?
. . . Cloaca Maxima. Pecunia non olet .
Never?
Try these paltry shillings.
Hm, indeed. Can’t smell anything.
Quod erat demonstrandum.
What is your current fairy tale’s title, and what is the tale about?
The poor prisoner who became a billionaire and . . . or well, to cut it short: It’s about organized crime, its increasing threat and influence on people's daily life, and about that the majority of common people - rather than caring about their freedom - are interested in panem et circenses.
Interesting coincidence. Did you read this?
Yes, and most links; and the links to the links.
And? Alarming, isn’t it?
Yes, according to my informant, her source assures the story is stinking to heaven.
Any details? What would your informant's source tell?
For the beginning, some rhetoric questions. Would Mr Putin closely associate with Mr. Usmanov, if he were not a true democrat?
Hm.
Doesn't speak for his virtues when a humble, innocent ex-prisoner being released, before you could spell bandit becomes a billionaire?
Hm.
Can an art lover be wicked?
Hm.
Would the owner of newspapers promote censorship?
Hm.
Didn't Mr Usmanov become President of the European Fencing Confederation, last not least because in his programm he proposed 'improvement and democratization'?
Hm. To be honest, I did not ask myself any of these questions before.
I thought so. According to my informant, his source moreover assures Mr Usmanov is a lover of the poor.
Of course, otherwise he would not be a billionaire.
No irony, please. And he loves Arse . . .
Bandits would not be his friends?
Not as far as according to my informant her source would tell.
Her source, his source, her source! Is your informant a he or a she?
No comment. Informant protection. Forgotten the good old codex?
Hm. Sorry for interrupting.
You are welcome.
May I humbly add one question?
This is still a free country.
Why would Mr Usmanov wash, eh ... spend his pocket money in England. Why would'nt he try to win the Champion's League with a Club like Gazprom Tashkent?
Interesting question. I shall forward it to my informant who will forward it to her source who ...
. . . will personally ask Mr Usmanov? After all, he seems to be a jolly good fellow who would do no harm to anybody.
Hm.
Tetrapilotomos! What's the matter? Where have your thoughts been?
I was thinking about Mr Usmanov's wife and rhythmic gymnastics, and suddenly . . . or well: And the creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig again, but already . . . and then: Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
There would not be many people being able to follow the wondrous paths of your thoughts, Tetrapilotomos. Apropos "diet": Has your informant's source ever met Mr. Usmanov?
According to my informant's information, yes.
Her or his source is absolutely trustworthy, and would never tell a lie?
According to my informant's information: Yes.
What did he or she say about Mr. Usmanov's outside appearance?
A true asketic. Compared to him Twiggy was Miss Piggy.
And I came to the conclusion:
All I read was an illusion,
for to reason pointedly:
what must not, that can not be.
Confess, I am still a little puzzled. Here we go.
Tetrapilotomos?
Hm.
Busy with pre Aztecan philately?
No. Translating Post Eastern Bloc fairy tales into Latin.
Interesting. Your latest five words, so far?
. . . Cloaca Maxima. Pecunia non olet .
Never?
Try these paltry shillings.
Hm, indeed. Can’t smell anything.
Quod erat demonstrandum.
What is your current fairy tale’s title, and what is the tale about?
The poor prisoner who became a billionaire and . . . or well, to cut it short: It’s about organized crime, its increasing threat and influence on people's daily life, and about that the majority of common people - rather than caring about their freedom - are interested in panem et circenses.
Interesting coincidence. Did you read this?
Yes, and most links; and the links to the links.
And? Alarming, isn’t it?
Yes, according to my informant, her source assures the story is stinking to heaven.
Any details? What would your informant's source tell?
For the beginning, some rhetoric questions. Would Mr Putin closely associate with Mr. Usmanov, if he were not a true democrat?
Hm.
Doesn't speak for his virtues when a humble, innocent ex-prisoner being released, before you could spell bandit becomes a billionaire?
Hm.
Can an art lover be wicked?
Hm.
Would the owner of newspapers promote censorship?
Hm.
Didn't Mr Usmanov become President of the European Fencing Confederation, last not least because in his programm he proposed 'improvement and democratization'?
Hm. To be honest, I did not ask myself any of these questions before.
I thought so. According to my informant, his source moreover assures Mr Usmanov is a lover of the poor.
Of course, otherwise he would not be a billionaire.
No irony, please. And he loves Arse . . .
Bandits would not be his friends?
Not as far as according to my informant her source would tell.
Her source, his source, her source! Is your informant a he or a she?
No comment. Informant protection. Forgotten the good old codex?
Hm. Sorry for interrupting.
You are welcome.
May I humbly add one question?
This is still a free country.
Why would Mr Usmanov wash, eh ... spend his pocket money in England. Why would'nt he try to win the Champion's League with a Club like Gazprom Tashkent?
Interesting question. I shall forward it to my informant who will forward it to her source who ...
. . . will personally ask Mr Usmanov? After all, he seems to be a jolly good fellow who would do no harm to anybody.
Hm.
Tetrapilotomos! What's the matter? Where have your thoughts been?
I was thinking about Mr Usmanov's wife and rhythmic gymnastics, and suddenly . . . or well: And the creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig again, but already . . . and then: Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
There would not be many people being able to follow the wondrous paths of your thoughts, Tetrapilotomos. Apropos "diet": Has your informant's source ever met Mr. Usmanov?
According to my informant's information, yes.
Her or his source is absolutely trustworthy, and would never tell a lie?
According to my informant's information: Yes.
What did he or she say about Mr. Usmanov's outside appearance?
A true asketic. Compared to him Twiggy was Miss Piggy.
And I came to the conclusion:
All I read was an illusion,
for to reason pointedly:
what must not, that can not be.
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Merci, Monsieur Marceau
In autumn 1986 he gave me about an hour of his life. We talked about Auschwitz and love, about language and absolution, about Chaplin and apartheid, about poetry, Picasso and power, about resistance and reconciliation, about . . .
At one point he said: Shshsh, and now let's five minutes talk without words.
Magic? Eyes talking. No ears needed. Silence. Thoughts flowing, waving. Question and answer dancing. Dreams. Understanding? Yes. It is possible. Magic!
May the one and the other think I am (too) sentimental: Afterwards I felt these had been very special moments in my life. I had personally met a wonderful wise human being.
So, what could I say about this poet who did not need words?
With the implicit understanding that James will take it as what it is thought to be - a compliment for his wonderful idea - I do ask you to visit him at nourishing obscurity:
There you will find all the words which right now don't come easy to me.
. . .
. . .
At one point he said: Shshsh, and now let's five minutes talk without words.
Magic? Eyes talking. No ears needed. Silence. Thoughts flowing, waving. Question and answer dancing. Dreams. Understanding? Yes. It is possible. Magic!
May the one and the other think I am (too) sentimental: Afterwards I felt these had been very special moments in my life. I had personally met a wonderful wise human being.
So, what could I say about this poet who did not need words?
With the implicit understanding that James will take it as what it is thought to be - a compliment for his wonderful idea - I do ask you to visit him at nourishing obscurity:
There you will find all the words which right now don't come easy to me.
. . .
. . .
Saturday, September 22, 2007
The importance of being E(a)rnest II
New chapter in the most thrilling case Ernest Chambers vs. God.
In a letter signed "God" the accused invokes immunity from "some earthly laws".
Read more here.
My closest friend says he feels reminded of certain human mass murders who would not accept the International Criminal Court by choosing almost the same reasons.
But he says also that he is sure Mr Chambers will insist on the defendant's appearance in person. "And he will focus on the tiny word some, argue that immunity from some earthly laws implicates that for some earthly laws the defendant does not invoke immunity."
Obviously to be continued.
In a letter signed "God" the accused invokes immunity from "some earthly laws".
Read more here.
My closest friend says he feels reminded of certain human mass murders who would not accept the International Criminal Court by choosing almost the same reasons.
But he says also that he is sure Mr Chambers will insist on the defendant's appearance in person. "And he will focus on the tiny word some, argue that immunity from some earthly laws implicates that for some earthly laws the defendant does not invoke immunity."
Obviously to be continued.
Friday, September 21, 2007
Another Lip Service Day (for Peace)
As said, today is another Lip Service Day: The so-called International Day of Peace.What's about Famine-Day?
Or will all the actions fill but one little stomach? Today? Right now? The stomach of any child soundless whining at its mother's breast which has no milk?
What is yoga as peace in action but naively acting for the sake of acting?
Peace Day? Or just another day for wheeling and dealing?
Pay Day?
Did you already order the Better World Shopping Guide?
Its FREE ... ehem . . . With your tax deductible donation of $20
Or the better world HANDBOOK?
It's even a bit freer . . . With your tax deductible donation of $50
- - -
Ah, perhaps today I am a little unfair with some nonprofit organisations.
Therefore: only those feeling blamed and insulted by what I wrote above ... only those are meant.
And now for something not completely different.
Today's Peace Day reminds me of the first poem in many many years that I spontaneously wrote in February 2003, when heinous warmongers pulled the strings and let their illiterate puppet threaten the "alliance of the unwilling" by saying "You're either with us, or against us."
New World Order
Those
pleading for peace
without diplomacy
are being taught:
You are an enemy.
- - -
According to Tetrapilotomos the puppet, which barefaced claimed to be a "peaceloving person" could have also declared: "Peace is not of vital interest to my masters. God bless
"To tell the truth", Tetrapilotomos went on, "I'd rather prefer that one day will be said about these and other masters, their puppets and other useful idiots, what in 1588 was a dictum in England: 'God blew his breath, and they were scattered.' Of course, absolute peacefully, and it needn't be a celestial being; a tiny little butterfly in the Amazonian rainforest would do."
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