I
Black riders came from the sea.
There was clang and clang of spear and shield,
And clash and clash of hoof and heel,
Wild shouts and the wave of hair
In the rush upon the wind:
Thus the ride of sin.
III
In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, "Is it good, friend?"
"It is bitter -- bitter," he answered;
"But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart."
IX
I stood upon a high place,
And saw, below, many devils
Running, leaping,
and carousing in sin.
One looked up, grinning,
And said, "Comrade! Brother!"
XI
In a lonely place,
I encountered a sage
Who sat, all still,
Regarding a newspaper.
He accosted me:
"Sir, what is this?"
Then I saw that I was greater,
Aye, greater than this sage.
I answered him at once,
"Old, old man, it is the wisdom of the age."
The sage looked upon me with admiration.
XIX
A god in wrath
Was beating a man;
He cuffed him loudly
With thunderous blows
That rang and rolled over the earth.
All people came running.
The man screamed and struggled,
And bit madly at the feet of the god.
The people cried,
"Ah, what a wicked man!"
And --
"Ah, what a redoubtable god!"
re·doubt·a·ble
adj.
1. Arousing fear or awe; formidable.
2. Worthy of respect or honor.
[Middle English redoubtabel, from Old French redoutable,
from redouter, to dread : re-, re- + douter, to doubt,
fear; see doubt.]
XXIV
I saw a man pursuing the horizon;
Round and round they sped.
I was disturbed at this;
I accosted the man.
"It is futile," I said,
"You can never -- "
"You lie," he cried,
And ran on.
XXVI
There was set before me a mighty hill,
And long days I climbed
Through regions of snow.
When I had before me the summit-view,
It seemed that my labour
Had been to see gardens
Lying at impossible distances.
LXIII
There was a great cathedral.
To solemn songs,
A white procession
Moved toward the altar.
The chief man there
Was erect, and bore himself proudly.
Yet some could see him cringe,
As in a place of danger,
Throwing frightened glances into the air,
A-start at threatening faces of the past.
LXVI
If I should cast off this tattered coat,
And go free into the mighty sky;
If I should find nothing there
But a vast blue,
Echoless, ignorant --
What then?
Stephen Crane 1895
The Black Riders and Other Lines
http://www.theotherpages.org/poems/crane02.html
.. ...
http://world.std.com/~raparker/exploring/thewasteland/explore.html
TS Eliot's The Waste Land, extensive annotations.
.. .. .
Owen, 'Essays in Mid-Tang Literary Culture'
"In the following poem by Li He, one of the most bizarre
pieces of the period, the poet offers an interpretation
ostensibly to exonerate the god of intentional malice.
Li He evokes the demonic world of the ancient poem
'Calling back the Soul' 招魂[zhao1 hun2], populated by
monstrous beasts eager to devour the speaker. Among the
several interpretations of 'Calling back the Soul,' one
version has it composed to bring back the distraught
spirit of Qu Yuan ('he who wears orchids strung from his
sash'), wandering in exile.
Figures of eating and being eaten run throughout the
poem. 'Palm-licking' refers to the legend that bears,
hungry from their winter hibernation, sustained
themselves by licking their own palms (bear paws were
considered a delicacy in ancient cuisine). Bao Jiao was
a hermit who refused to eat anything except what he had
grown himself; discovering that he had eaten dates that
he had not planted, he spat them out and died on the
spot. Likewise, Confucius' favorite disciple, Yan Hui,
was famous for eating simply and died young.
Qu Yuan supposedly composed his 'Heaven-Questions' 天問
when he saw wall paintings illustrating Heaven and Earth
and gods and spirits. He called it 'Heaven-Questions'
rather than 'Questioning Heaven,' apparently, because
Heaven was too exalted to be questioned.
" Li He, Don't Go out the Gate!
公無出門
Heaven beclouds and bewilders,
Earth keeps its secrets close.
Bear-ogres eat men's souls,
snow and frost snap men's bones.
Dogs are unleashed, their mouths loll open,
sniffing after prey,
those who lick palms find him just right,
the man who wears orchids strung from his sash.
The god sends a carriage to ride,
afflictions then vanish,
stars of heaven fleck his sword,
the carriage yoke is gold.
Though I set my horse cantering,
I cannot make it go back,
waves on Lake Liyang
are large as mountains.
Venomous snakes stare at me,
shaking metal coils,
griffin and chimera spit
ravenous drool.
Bao Jiao spent a whole lifetime
sleeping in the grass;
Yan Yui at twenty nine
had locks streaked with white.
It was not that Yan Hui had grown infirm,
nor did Bao Jiao disobey Heaven.
Heaven dreaded lest they be chewed and gnawed,
and for that reason made it so.
It's so perfectly clear, but still I fear
you don't believe-
just look at him yelling at the wall,
writing out "Questioning Heaven."
Li He offers an explanation we are not intended to
believe, a parody of authoritative explanation that
casts doubt on the moral order of the universe...[it's]
an index of the inexplicable, of a heaven that bewilders
and an earth that keeps its secrets."
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(`-._____.-')
.. `-._____.-' ..
.', :./'.== ==.`.: ,`.
: ( : ___ ___ : ) ;
'._.: |0| |0| :._.'
/ `-'_`-'
_.| / |._
.'.-| ( ) |-.`.
//' | .-"`"`-'"`"-. | `\
|| | `~":-...-:"~` | ||
|| . `---' ./ ||
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/ _/ `~:~` _ /
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'"' jgs `-----' `-----' '"'
.Easily Pleased
I wrote a poem about a childhood memory. I felt the
idea quite strongly in my head, but what came out was
always flawed, too short, inhibited?. I wanted to show
it was a memory with a faded photograph color carpet. I
wanted to show that as well as the boy pondering the
dust cascade, me now was also trying to breathe in and
bring back the dust, what i felt then. 3rd person so
you can confuse the boy with man[man?].
Anyway, I posted it on Livejournal and EvilDoug said
http://www.livejournal.com/community/badpoetry/955734.html
"spiffy", which made my day. I then spent an
embarrassingly long time refreshing the page to see if
more comments would come, but none have.
Tall Windows
He remembers
A boy cross-legged on the carpet
In the beige of an overexposed photo
Where,
streams of light like a cathedral
bright face into the drifting dust
And tries to breathe it in.
. . . ........
In other news, the weather here in Beijing on Tuesday
March the 29th is great!
Clear and fresh, clear and fresh. and warm.
_____________ __
Reading this aricle, I just had a terrible vision.
http://www.berkeley.edu/news/media/releases/2005/03/24_octopus.shtml
"An octopus is basically a water-filled balloon"
"it crawls over the bottom of the ocean"
"pushing and pulling with the suckers on its eight arms"
"squeeze and bend the fluid-filled arms"
"squishy robots"
"new frontier"
"soft robotic arm"
aaarGGGHHHHH!!
It's like I.Robot, but uglier. Imagine squishy robots
running around, and a soft tenticle on your shoulder.
SQUEEZE AND BEND THE FLUID FILLED ARMS!
http://www.forteantimes.com/articles/185_derren3.shtml
Derren 'mentalist' Brown says:
"I do feel that the possibly intriguing and stylishly
macabre façade of the occult dissolves on touch into the
same circular, vapid nonsense that any New Age True
Believers will spout. I imagine that the occult appeals
more to the social outcast with a grudge, rather than
the standard do-gooder, lobotomised flower-fairy. And
possibly the former is more interesting. Certainly few
things are as genuinely funny as seeing modern-day
British witches doing a bit of PR for the coven on
Trisha-style chat shows!"
http://www.boingboing.net/2005/03/28/p2p_studies_say_that.html
"
...[E]very study that has been done since Napster has
shown that music sharing has no negative effects on
music sales (CD or downloaded). In fact, some show a
positive effect. If that message got into the public
consciousness the Cartel would be much worse off.
Therefore, they've done all they can to frame the debate
in terms of their scares, not science. So we have the
scene - surely worthy of Beckett - in which a certified
class of 27,000 songwriters and music publishers will
argue against Grokster, as Tony Mauro put it on law.com
"casting it as a life-or-death struggle over theft of
their means of livelihood."
There's just one eensy weensy problem here - NOBODY's
livelihood is being stolen. It's just not happening.
There were no WMD in Iraq, there was no cocaine on that
boat, and music sharing does not cost artists money.
"
Yeah i'll believe that. Makes me feel good.
I Black riders came from the sea. There was clang and clang of spear and shield, And clash and clash of hoof and heel, Wild shouts and the wave of hair In the rush upon the wind: Thus the ride of sin. III In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, And ate of it. I said, "Is it good, friend?" "It is bitter -- bitter," he answered; "But I like it Because it is bitter, And because it is my heart." IX I stood upon a high place, And saw, below, many devils Running, leaping, and carousing in sin. One looked up, grinning, And said, "Comrade! Brother!" XI In a lonely place, I encountered a sage Who sat, all still, Regarding a newspaper. He accosted me: "Sir, what is this?" Then I saw that I was greater, Aye, greater than this sage. I answered him at once, "Old, old man, it is the wisdom of the age." The sage looked upon me with admiration. XIX A god in wrath Was beating a man; He cuffed him loudly With thunderous blows That rang and rolled over the earth. All people came running. The man screamed and struggled, And bit madly at the feet of the god. The people cried, "Ah, what a wicked man!" And -- "Ah, what a redoubtable god!" re·doubt·a·ble adj. 1. Arousing fear or awe; formidable. 2. Worthy of respect or honor. [Middle English redoubtabel, from Old French redoutable, from redouter, to dread : re-, re- + douter, to doubt, fear; see doubt.] XXIV I saw a man pursuing the horizon; Round and round they sped. I was disturbed at this; I accosted the man. "It is futile," I said, "You can never -- " "You lie," he cried, And ran on. XXVI There was set before me a mighty hill, And long days I climbed Through regions of snow. When I had before me the summit-view, It seemed that my labour Had been to see gardens Lying at impossible distances. LXIII There was a great cathedral. To solemn songs, A white procession Moved toward the altar. The chief man there Was erect, and bore himself proudly. Yet some could see him cringe, As in a place of danger, Throwing frightened glances into the air, A-start at threatening faces of the past. LXVI If I should cast off this tattered coat, And go free into the mighty sky; If I should find nothing there But a vast blue, Echoless, ignorant -- What then? Stephen Crane 1895 The Black Riders and Other Lines http://www.theotherpages.org/poems/crane02.html .. ... http://world.std.com/~raparker/exploring/thewasteland/explore.html TS Eliot's The Waste Land, extensive annotations. .. .. . Owen, 'Essays in Mid-Tang Literary Culture' "In the following poem by Li He, one of the most bizarre pieces of the period, the poet offers an interpretation ostensibly to exonerate the god of intentional malice. Li He evokes the demonic world of the ancient poem 'Calling back the Soul' 招魂[zhao1 hun2], populated by monstrous beasts eager to devour the speaker. Among the several interpretations of 'Calling back the Soul,' one version has it composed to bring back the distraught spirit of Qu Yuan ('he who wears orchids strung from his sash'), wandering in exile. Figures of eating and being eaten run throughout the poem. 'Palm-licking' refers to the legend that bears, hungry from their winter hibernation, sustained themselves by licking their own palms (bear paws were considered a delicacy in ancient cuisine). Bao Jiao was a hermit who refused to eat anything except what he had grown himself; discovering that he had eaten dates that he had not planted, he spat them out and died on the spot. Likewise, Confucius' favorite disciple, Yan Hui, was famous for eating simply and died young. Qu Yuan supposedly composed his 'Heaven-Questions' 天問 when he saw wall paintings illustrating Heaven and Earth and gods and spirits. He called it 'Heaven-Questions' rather than 'Questioning Heaven,' apparently, because Heaven was too exalted to be questioned. " Li He, Don't Go out the Gate! 公無出門 Heaven beclouds and bewilders, Earth keeps its secrets close. Bear-ogres eat men's souls, snow and frost snap men's bones. Dogs are unleashed, their mouths loll open, sniffing after prey, those who lick palms find him just right, the man who wears orchids strung from his sash. The god sends a carriage to ride, afflictions then vanish, stars of heaven fleck his sword, the carriage yoke is gold. Though I set my horse cantering, I cannot make it go back, waves on Lake Liyang are large as mountains. Venomous snakes stare at me, shaking metal coils, griffin and chimera spit ravenous drool. Bao Jiao spent a whole lifetime sleeping in the grass; Yan Yui at twenty nine had locks streaked with white. It was not that Yan Hui had grown infirm, nor did Bao Jiao disobey Heaven. Heaven dreaded lest they be chewed and gnawed, and for that reason made it so. It's so perfectly clear, but still I fear you don't believe- just look at him yelling at the wall, writing out "Questioning Heaven." Li He offers an explanation we are not intended to believe, a parody of authoritative explanation that casts doubt on the moral order of the universe...[it's] an index of the inexplicable, of a heaven that bewilders and an earth that keeps its secrets." ....................... .... ..... ............. . .-"'"-. | | (`-._____.-') .. `-._____.-' .. .', :./'.== ==.`.: ,`. : ( : ___ ___ : ) ; '._.: |0| |0| :._.' / `-'_`-' _.| / |._ .'.-| ( ) |-.`. //' | .-"`"`-'"`"-. | `\ || | `~":-...-:"~` | || || . `---' ./ || || '-._ _.-' || / _/ `~:~` _ / ||||) .-' / `-. (/|||| ||| (`.___.')-(`.___.') |||/ '"' jgs `-----' `-----' '"' .Easily Pleased I wrote a poem about a childhood memory. I felt the idea quite strongly in my head, but what came out was always flawed, too short, inhibited?. I wanted to show it was a memory with a faded photograph color carpet. I wanted to show that as well as the boy pondering the dust cascade, me now was also trying to breathe in and bring back the dust, what i felt then. 3rd person so you can confuse the boy with man[man?]. Anyway, I posted it on Livejournal and EvilDoug said http://www.livejournal.com/community/badpoetry/955734.html "spiffy", which made my day. I then spent an embarrassingly long time refreshing the page to see if more comments would come, but none have. Tall Windows He remembers A boy cross-legged on the carpet In the beige of an overexposed photo Where, streams of light like a cathedral bright face into the drifting dust And tries to breathe it in. . . . ........ In other news, the weather here in Beijing on Tuesday March the 29th is great! Clear and fresh, clear and fresh. and warm. _____________ __ Reading this aricle, I just had a terrible vision. http://www.berkeley.edu/news/media/releases/2005/03/24_octopus.shtml "An octopus is basically a water-filled balloon" "it crawls over the bottom of the ocean" "pushing and pulling with the suckers on its eight arms" "squeeze and bend the fluid-filled arms" "squishy robots" "new frontier" "soft robotic arm" aaarGGGHHHHH!! It's like I.Robot, but uglier. Imagine squishy robots running around, and a soft tenticle on your shoulder. SQUEEZE AND BEND THE FLUID FILLED ARMS! http://www.forteantimes.com/articles/185_derren3.shtml Derren 'mentalist' Brown says: "I do feel that the possibly intriguing and stylishly macabre façade of the occult dissolves on touch into the same circular, vapid nonsense that any New Age True Believers will spout. I imagine that the occult appeals more to the social outcast with a grudge, rather than the standard do-gooder, lobotomised flower-fairy. And possibly the former is more interesting. Certainly few things are as genuinely funny as seeing modern-day British witches doing a bit of PR for the coven on Trisha-style chat shows!" http://www.boingboing.net/2005/03/28/p2p_studies_say_that.html " ...[E]very study that has been done since Napster has shown that music sharing has no negative effects on music sales (CD or downloaded). In fact, some show a positive effect. If that message got into the public consciousness the Cartel would be much worse off. Therefore, they've done all they can to frame the debate in terms of their scares, not science. So we have the scene - surely worthy of Beckett - in which a certified class of 27,000 songwriters and music publishers will argue against Grokster, as Tony Mauro put it on law.com "casting it as a life-or-death struggle over theft of their means of livelihood." There's just one eensy weensy problem here - NOBODY's livelihood is being stolen. It's just not happening. There were no WMD in Iraq, there was no cocaine on that boat, and music sharing does not cost artists money. " Yeah i'll believe that. Makes me feel good.
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