I bought this Micheal Moore Book at an exhibition. It was interesting - my favorite part was Chapter 6...most of which I have copied here -
Hi. God here. I hope you don't mind if I interrupt Mike's book with a few words from Me, your Almighty Creator, but hey, I'm God - who's going to stop Me?
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Believe Me, when I get to do it over again( after you all have blown up the world), I'll get to do it right. But, for now, what do I do about this Bush fellow? I keep hearing him say that he is "acting' on My "behalf". Let's get one thing straight: This guy does NOT speak for Me or anyone else up here. I do My own talking, or when I', tired, I send down a prophet or two to do the yammering for Me. Once I sent My Son, but that just stirred up a shitstorm which still hasn't died down. Things didn't go too well for Him and frankly, Our relationship is still a little strained over it. He's told Me in no uncertain terns that He is never going back to Earth, Second Coming or no Second Coming. " Send Gabriel," is all He ever says to Me when I broach the subject.
I'd hate to have to come down there Myself to straighten things out because, when I show up, it ain't a pretty sight. George W. Bush was not sent by Me on any kind of mission whatsoever. He was not sent to remove Saddam, he was not sent to fight some axis of evil, and he was not supposed to be president. I have no clue how that one even happened. First, I answered all your prayers and removed his father from the presidency. Then, when his son showed up eight years later, I again answered your prayers and that guy Gore got the most votes. Like you, I did not count on the interference of other supreme beings or supreme courts.
Well, that's what happened to this particular party boy. Before I could whip up a plague of locusts, W. was off the divine plan. I tried to make his life as miserable as possible. I saw to it that every one of his business ventures failed. I made sure that his baseball team sucked beyond belief. I even appeared to him in a dream and convinved him to trade away Sammy Sosa, and then, just to rub it in, I made Sosa a home-run king when he went to his new team.
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But it didn't faze George at all, and he found ways to use it for his benefit. Before I knew it, he was governor of Texas and he was deciding when people would die. THAT's MY JOB.
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So, for the few of you who still hold some faith in Me, let Me assure you of the following:
1. I am the Lord they God and HE is the Son of George, not the Son of God. I will hae him spending eternity parking cars in Hell's VIP lot as soon as I get my hands on him.
2. I did not order Bush to invade any countries. It is still wrong to kill other human beings unless they have a really big knife at your throat and all pleas for mercy and a warning shot have gone unheeded. Killing humans is My job, and boy, do I love it. You've all gotten Me so pissed off, I may just ax another 10000 of you tonight.
3.I do not want school kids praying to me in a classroom. Save it for the church and before bedtime - that's enough for the little tykes. You keep forcing then to pray to Me, they are going to hate My ass. Stop it!
4. An embryo is an embryo, a fetus is a fetus and a baby is a baby. That's the way I set it up. When it is a baby, then it becomes a human being. You humans are difficult enough, I don't need more of you around any sooner than necessary. And while we're on the subject, I really don't care about your sex lives, as long as they're consenting and adult. Just keep it to yourselves, okay?
5. One more thing on the subject of creation: Let Me state once and for all that I did not invent and do not endorse "creationism." It's a completely bogus concept, right up there with the New Hampshire primary and non-alcoholic beer. I'm an evolution guy, despite what the neanderthals claim in My name. Who do you think created science? Only a Higher Power could come up with something so complex and miraculous.
6. I do not approve of plaques and monuments with the Ten Commandments and other religious material being displayed in public buildings. My little-know Eleventh Commandment? Keep your religious convictions to your own damn selves.
7. As far as those other religions go, two points of clarification. One, there are never going to be seventy-two virgins waiting for you up here. We haven't had a virgin up here since Jesus' mother, and you're not getting anywhere near her. So save yourself the dynamite and blow-to-bits body parts because you aren't ever getting a room in My joint. And, two, there is no "Promised Land". There big truck-load of sand I dumped in that horrid strip between the Mediterranean and the River Jordan? NOBODY was supposed to live on it, let alone fight over it to the point where it may results in the end of the world. I did not give that land to the Isrealites, I did not give that land to Mohamed, and if everyone keeps using Me as the landlord I'm going to settle the dispute once and for all, so knock it off.
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You want to get rid of some evil? Why not start with eliminating a bit of the evil you've created. Allowing millions of your children to go hungry, that is evil. Watching endless hours of reality television when you could be having really raunchy sex with someone you love, that is evil.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
On the pulse of Morning
"The Pulse of Morning"
- Maya Angelou
A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since departed,
Marked the mastodon.
The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
Of their sojourn here
On our planet floor,
Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
Come, you may stand upon my
Back and face your distant destiny,
But seek no haven in my shadow.
I will give you no more hiding place down here.
You, created only a little lower than
The angels, have crouched too long in
The bruising darkness,
Have lain too long
Face down in ignorance.
Your mouths spilling words
Armed for slaughter.
The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
But do not hide your face.
Across the wall of the world,
A River sings a beautiful song,
Come rest here by my side.
Each of you a bordered country,
Delicate and strangely made proud,
Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
Your armed struggles for profit
Have left collars of waste upon
My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
If you will study war no more. Come,
Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
The Creator gave to me when I and the
Tree and the stone were one.
Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
Brow and when you yet knew you still
Knew nothing.
The River sings and sings on.
There is a true yearning to respond to
The singing River and the wise Rock.
So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
The African and Native American, the Sioux,
The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
They hear. They all hear
The speaking of the Tree.
Today, the first and last of every Tree
Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
Each of you, descendant of some passed
On traveller, has been paid for.
You, who gave me my first name, you
Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
Other seekers--desperate for gain,
Starving for gold.
You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot
You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
Praying for a dream.
Here, root yourselves beside me.
I am the Tree planted by the River,
Which will not be moved.
I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
For this bright morning dawning for you.
History, despite its wrenching pain,
Cannot be unlived, and if faced
With courage, need not be lived again.
Lift up your eyes upon
The day breaking for you.
Give birth again
To the dream.
Women, children, men,
Take it into the palms of your hands.
Mold it into the shape of your most
Private need. Sculpt it into
The image of your most public self.
Lift up your hearts
Each new hour holds new chances
For new beginnings.
Do not be wedded forever
To fear, yoked eternally
To brutishness.
The horizon leans forward,
Offering you space to place new steps of change.
Here, on the pulse of this fine day
You may have the courage
To look up and out upon me, the
Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
No less to Midas than the mendicant.
No less to you now than the mastodon then.
Here on the pulse of this new day
You may have the grace to look up and out
And into your sister's eyes, into
Your brother's face, your country
And say simply
Very simply
With hope
Good morning
To me, the poet's life is more interesting than the poem. Maya Angelou recited the above poem at the inauguration of Bill Clinton's presidential term. This is one interesting story of her life that I found in the book, Searching for God know what -
In the interview she(Maya Angelou) talked about the time, as only an eight-year-old girl, that she was raped by her mother's boyfriend. She spoke about having to heal from the crime, but also about how she told on the man, and how he had gone to prison and, shortly after being released, was beaten to death by men in the community. Angelou believes she was the one who caused the man's death because she told about the rape...after the beating, the terrified young child didn't speak for years. It was much later, during a walk with her mother, that she would find the source of her life of freedom, beauty, and creativity. Walking down a street near their home, Angelou said her mother stopped, turned, and spoke to her:
"Baby," she said, looking the young woman in the eye. "You know something? I think you are the greatest woman I have ever met. Yes. Mary McLeod Bethune, Eleanor Roosevelt, my mother, and you - and you are the greatest." Maya Angelou said in the interview that she boarded a streetcar with tears flowing down her cheeks, stared into the wood paneling of the car and thought to herself, Suppose I really am somebody?
Her first autobiography, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, was nominated for a National Book Award and her collection of poetry, Just Give Me a Cool Drink of Water 'Fore I Diie was nominated for the Pulitzer Prize.
- Maya Angelou
A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since departed,
Marked the mastodon.
The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
Of their sojourn here
On our planet floor,
Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
Come, you may stand upon my
Back and face your distant destiny,
But seek no haven in my shadow.
I will give you no more hiding place down here.
You, created only a little lower than
The angels, have crouched too long in
The bruising darkness,
Have lain too long
Face down in ignorance.
Your mouths spilling words
Armed for slaughter.
The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
But do not hide your face.
Across the wall of the world,
A River sings a beautiful song,
Come rest here by my side.
Each of you a bordered country,
Delicate and strangely made proud,
Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
Your armed struggles for profit
Have left collars of waste upon
My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
If you will study war no more. Come,
Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
The Creator gave to me when I and the
Tree and the stone were one.
Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
Brow and when you yet knew you still
Knew nothing.
The River sings and sings on.
There is a true yearning to respond to
The singing River and the wise Rock.
So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
The African and Native American, the Sioux,
The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
They hear. They all hear
The speaking of the Tree.
Today, the first and last of every Tree
Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
Each of you, descendant of some passed
On traveller, has been paid for.
You, who gave me my first name, you
Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
Other seekers--desperate for gain,
Starving for gold.
You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot
You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
Praying for a dream.
Here, root yourselves beside me.
I am the Tree planted by the River,
Which will not be moved.
I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
For this bright morning dawning for you.
History, despite its wrenching pain,
Cannot be unlived, and if faced
With courage, need not be lived again.
Lift up your eyes upon
The day breaking for you.
Give birth again
To the dream.
Women, children, men,
Take it into the palms of your hands.
Mold it into the shape of your most
Private need. Sculpt it into
The image of your most public self.
Lift up your hearts
Each new hour holds new chances
For new beginnings.
Do not be wedded forever
To fear, yoked eternally
To brutishness.
The horizon leans forward,
Offering you space to place new steps of change.
Here, on the pulse of this fine day
You may have the courage
To look up and out upon me, the
Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
No less to Midas than the mendicant.
No less to you now than the mastodon then.
Here on the pulse of this new day
You may have the grace to look up and out
And into your sister's eyes, into
Your brother's face, your country
And say simply
Very simply
With hope
Good morning
To me, the poet's life is more interesting than the poem. Maya Angelou recited the above poem at the inauguration of Bill Clinton's presidential term. This is one interesting story of her life that I found in the book, Searching for God know what -
In the interview she(Maya Angelou) talked about the time, as only an eight-year-old girl, that she was raped by her mother's boyfriend. She spoke about having to heal from the crime, but also about how she told on the man, and how he had gone to prison and, shortly after being released, was beaten to death by men in the community. Angelou believes she was the one who caused the man's death because she told about the rape...after the beating, the terrified young child didn't speak for years. It was much later, during a walk with her mother, that she would find the source of her life of freedom, beauty, and creativity. Walking down a street near their home, Angelou said her mother stopped, turned, and spoke to her:
"Baby," she said, looking the young woman in the eye. "You know something? I think you are the greatest woman I have ever met. Yes. Mary McLeod Bethune, Eleanor Roosevelt, my mother, and you - and you are the greatest." Maya Angelou said in the interview that she boarded a streetcar with tears flowing down her cheeks, stared into the wood paneling of the car and thought to herself, Suppose I really am somebody?
Her first autobiography, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, was nominated for a National Book Award and her collection of poetry, Just Give Me a Cool Drink of Water 'Fore I Diie was nominated for the Pulitzer Prize.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Laws of Lifetime Personal Growth
At what age did you stop growing taller? The average age when the human body stops getting taller is debatable, but it's generally between the agesof 16 and 21. I often wonder at what age most leaders stop growing.Unfortunately, most people settle into average by the end of their 20's. Rarely will you find a person committed to a comprehensive personal growth plan into their 30's, 40's, or beyond.
As children we grew year after year, sometimes in spurts, sometimes imperceptibly, but our bodies were always growing. The growth of a leader can be similar. At times, it may feel like the wheels are spinning and no headway is being made. In other seasons, new break throughs and victories are clear indicators of a growth spurt. To grow consistently, the key is to manage your daily agenda. I wish I could pass along an easier solution or secret formula for leadership growth, but daily discipline makes all the difference between growth and stagnation.I would like to pass along a few growth principles to guide you in your daily journey of leadership growth.
Law #1 – Always Make Your Future Bigger Than Your Past.
"The past is useful because it is rich with experiences that are worth thinking about in new ways-and all of these valuable experiences can become raw material for creating an even bigger future. Approach your past with this attitude, and you will have an insatiable desire for even better, more enjoyable experiences. Use your past to continually create a bigger future,and you will separate yourself from situations, relationships, and activities that can trap you there."- Sullivan & Nomura
Thoughts about the Future:
Abraham Lincoln said, "The best thing about the future is that it comes only one day at a time." The secret of your success is determined by your daily agenda. We spend each day either repairing the past or preparing forthe future. We can try to fix our past, but we can't rewrite it; we can only author our future.The future is that time when you'll wish you had done what you aren't doing now. Don't fear failure so much that you refuse new things. The saddest
summary of a life contains three descriptions: could have, might have, and should have.
Law #2 – Always Make Your Contribution Bigger Than Your Reward.
"As you become more successful, numerous rewards will come your way: greater income, praise, recognition, reputation, status, capabilities, resources, and opportunities. These are all desirable things, but they can be growth stoppers. They may tempt you to become fixated on just the rewards, rather than focus on making still greater contributions. The way to guarantee that rewards will continually increase is to not think too much about them. Instead, continue making an even more significant contribution."- Sullivan & Nomura
Thoughts on Contribution
To make your contribution bigger than your reward, adopt an anti-entitlement attitude. Believe you must give before you receive. Expect to serve before feeling like you deserve a reward. Determine success by the seeds you sow rather than the harvest you reap. Each morning, I ask myself, "Who can I add value to and how can I do it?" It's amazing how much I've been able to contribute by answering this simple question each day and following through to help a friend or colleague.
Law #3 Always Make Your Performance Greater Than Your Applause.
"The greatest performers in all fields are those who always strive to get
better. No matter how much acclaim they receive, they keep working to improve their performance. Continually work to surpass everything you've done so far, and your performance will always be greater than your applause."- Sullivan & Nomura
Thoughts on Performance
To make sure your performance stays a step ahead or your applause, be growth-driven instead of goal-driven. I'm not criticizing goals, but if we aren't careful, they can limit our growth. If we set them too high, they de-motivate us. If we set them too low, we are tempted to relax when we hit them rather than pushing for our best performance. Growth is a long and consistent process. No substitutions can be made or short cuts taken which avoid the day-to-day process of growth.
Law #4 – Always Make Your Gratitude Greater Than Your Success.
"Only a small percentage of people are continually successful over the longrun. These outstanding few recognize that every success comes through the assistance of many other people – and they are continually grateful for this support."–Sullivan & Nomura
Thoughts on Gratitude: We see the value in people and things through proactive gratitude. Once we see this value, we naturally treat these people and things with greater respect. People and resources are drawn to where they are valued most. The world responds to gratitude by making more of everything we appreciate available to us. To adopt an attitude of thankfulness, Oprah Winfrey keeps a gratitude journal. She recommends her habit to others: "Every night, list five things that happened this day that you are grateful for. What it will begin to do is change your perspective of your day and your life. If you can learn to focus on what you have, you will always see that the universe is abundant; you will have more. If you concentrate on what you don't have, you will never have enough."
As children we grew year after year, sometimes in spurts, sometimes imperceptibly, but our bodies were always growing. The growth of a leader can be similar. At times, it may feel like the wheels are spinning and no headway is being made. In other seasons, new break throughs and victories are clear indicators of a growth spurt. To grow consistently, the key is to manage your daily agenda. I wish I could pass along an easier solution or secret formula for leadership growth, but daily discipline makes all the difference between growth and stagnation.I would like to pass along a few growth principles to guide you in your daily journey of leadership growth.
Law #1 – Always Make Your Future Bigger Than Your Past.
"The past is useful because it is rich with experiences that are worth thinking about in new ways-and all of these valuable experiences can become raw material for creating an even bigger future. Approach your past with this attitude, and you will have an insatiable desire for even better, more enjoyable experiences. Use your past to continually create a bigger future,and you will separate yourself from situations, relationships, and activities that can trap you there."- Sullivan & Nomura
Thoughts about the Future:
Abraham Lincoln said, "The best thing about the future is that it comes only one day at a time." The secret of your success is determined by your daily agenda. We spend each day either repairing the past or preparing forthe future. We can try to fix our past, but we can't rewrite it; we can only author our future.The future is that time when you'll wish you had done what you aren't doing now. Don't fear failure so much that you refuse new things. The saddest
summary of a life contains three descriptions: could have, might have, and should have.
Law #2 – Always Make Your Contribution Bigger Than Your Reward.
"As you become more successful, numerous rewards will come your way: greater income, praise, recognition, reputation, status, capabilities, resources, and opportunities. These are all desirable things, but they can be growth stoppers. They may tempt you to become fixated on just the rewards, rather than focus on making still greater contributions. The way to guarantee that rewards will continually increase is to not think too much about them. Instead, continue making an even more significant contribution."- Sullivan & Nomura
Thoughts on Contribution
To make your contribution bigger than your reward, adopt an anti-entitlement attitude. Believe you must give before you receive. Expect to serve before feeling like you deserve a reward. Determine success by the seeds you sow rather than the harvest you reap. Each morning, I ask myself, "Who can I add value to and how can I do it?" It's amazing how much I've been able to contribute by answering this simple question each day and following through to help a friend or colleague.
Law #3 Always Make Your Performance Greater Than Your Applause.
"The greatest performers in all fields are those who always strive to get
better. No matter how much acclaim they receive, they keep working to improve their performance. Continually work to surpass everything you've done so far, and your performance will always be greater than your applause."- Sullivan & Nomura
Thoughts on Performance
To make sure your performance stays a step ahead or your applause, be growth-driven instead of goal-driven. I'm not criticizing goals, but if we aren't careful, they can limit our growth. If we set them too high, they de-motivate us. If we set them too low, we are tempted to relax when we hit them rather than pushing for our best performance. Growth is a long and consistent process. No substitutions can be made or short cuts taken which avoid the day-to-day process of growth.
Law #4 – Always Make Your Gratitude Greater Than Your Success.
"Only a small percentage of people are continually successful over the longrun. These outstanding few recognize that every success comes through the assistance of many other people – and they are continually grateful for this support."–Sullivan & Nomura
Thoughts on Gratitude: We see the value in people and things through proactive gratitude. Once we see this value, we naturally treat these people and things with greater respect. People and resources are drawn to where they are valued most. The world responds to gratitude by making more of everything we appreciate available to us. To adopt an attitude of thankfulness, Oprah Winfrey keeps a gratitude journal. She recommends her habit to others: "Every night, list five things that happened this day that you are grateful for. What it will begin to do is change your perspective of your day and your life. If you can learn to focus on what you have, you will always see that the universe is abundant; you will have more. If you concentrate on what you don't have, you will never have enough."
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Searching For God Knows what 1
This is here to stay - I'm currently reading this book which though, very informally written makes a lot of sense. Here's a couple of issues(& funnies) I found -
'' My friend Penny's dad says he thinks God was angry for a while after the Fall, then got over it, sent His Son, and now is pretty well adjusted and forgiving...John pointed out that it takes God hundreds of years to finally get angry enough to lay any sort of punishment on His enemies. He's like France in that way."
The author continues about how people try to create God in their image..and try to define him..he talks of one conservative acquaintance...
'His Jesus was just an invention of his imagination, someone who more or less justified his position concerning a lot of different political opinions. Sitting there listening to him made me feel tired. People like that should have an island.'
'' My friend Penny's dad says he thinks God was angry for a while after the Fall, then got over it, sent His Son, and now is pretty well adjusted and forgiving...John pointed out that it takes God hundreds of years to finally get angry enough to lay any sort of punishment on His enemies. He's like France in that way."
The author continues about how people try to create God in their image..and try to define him..he talks of one conservative acquaintance...
'His Jesus was just an invention of his imagination, someone who more or less justified his position concerning a lot of different political opinions. Sitting there listening to him made me feel tired. People like that should have an island.'
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Week 2, February 2009
Okay, so the book I'm reading now is 'Searching for God know what' by Donald Miller. Strangest writing I have ever seen though. The quality I don't know about, but the style is like a written version of me talking - too casual for a publication. Then again, what do I know about writing...and who am I to complain when he makes sense and when I enjoy the read.
Here's one I lol.ed at.
'I had terrific ideas; I really did. I was going to write a story about a nun who takes over small third-world countries by causing their evil dictators to fall in love with her, leaving a trail of megachurches and democracy in her wake. The book was going to be called Sister Democracy, Show some Leg!'
Here's one I lol.ed at.
'I had terrific ideas; I really did. I was going to write a story about a nun who takes over small third-world countries by causing their evil dictators to fall in love with her, leaving a trail of megachurches and democracy in her wake. The book was going to be called Sister Democracy, Show some Leg!'
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
First German Film
This was to go in my journal blog but, when I accidentally clicked on this dashboard, I realised this was more appropriate. Anyway, film is also part of literature and learning right?
The Goethe-Institut, Max Mueller Bhavan on CMH Road conducted an exhibition+film screening session on Werner Herzog - The German Filmmaker between January 23,2009 and February 7, 2009. Since I wanted to do something different with Puii...and she's the kind that loves these kind of things - we paid a visit on January 4th, Saturday, 6:30 p.m.
They had scheduled the screening of Signs of Life (Lebenszeichen). The film roll was corrupted, so they stopped it inbetween and by popular demand switched to 'Aguirre, the wrath of God' (1972). This was about a group of Spanish Conquerers who travel down the Alps into the forests in search of the legendary El Dorado, the land of gold. They travel armed with weaponry and food. As they wander for days, a small group of soldiers break away to continue their search for El Dorado. After loosing many men (to the Indians along the Peru border), the leader Pedro de Ursua decides to turn back. However a non-comissioned officer, Lope de Aguirre, in his obsession to become a second Cortez, incites the remaining men to mutiny. Fearing that the men do not really trust him, Aguirre appoints Don Fernando de Guzman as "Emperor of El Dorado", declaring the Spanish King deposed. Ursua is granted a farcical trial where is charged with treason and sentenced to die, however Guzman shows 'clemency' and Ursua is kept prisoner. Guzmen is killed and Aguirre takes charge. He orders Ursua hung and kills all those that oppose him. Soon the group is reduced to a group of men (and two women) who are exhausted, feverish and hallucinating aboard a raft floating along the river.
Eventually in the last attack by the Indians, all are killed (including his daughter) except Aguirre. As he stands alone... in his hallucination, he talks of forming a 'pure' dynasty with his daughter.
Don Lope de Aguirre: I am the wrath of God. Who else is with me?
It was a sensual movie...with Klaus Kinski doing a brilliant job as Aguirre, although his voice was slightly turning off. I could feel the maddness, the terror, the power of Aguirre...though given the period in which it was made, the cinematography was decent.
The Goethe-Institut, Max Mueller Bhavan on CMH Road conducted an exhibition+film screening session on Werner Herzog - The German Filmmaker between January 23,2009 and February 7, 2009. Since I wanted to do something different with Puii...and she's the kind that loves these kind of things - we paid a visit on January 4th, Saturday, 6:30 p.m.
They had scheduled the screening of Signs of Life (Lebenszeichen). The film roll was corrupted, so they stopped it inbetween and by popular demand switched to 'Aguirre, the wrath of God' (1972). This was about a group of Spanish Conquerers who travel down the Alps into the forests in search of the legendary El Dorado, the land of gold. They travel armed with weaponry and food. As they wander for days, a small group of soldiers break away to continue their search for El Dorado. After loosing many men (to the Indians along the Peru border), the leader Pedro de Ursua decides to turn back. However a non-comissioned officer, Lope de Aguirre, in his obsession to become a second Cortez, incites the remaining men to mutiny. Fearing that the men do not really trust him, Aguirre appoints Don Fernando de Guzman as "Emperor of El Dorado", declaring the Spanish King deposed. Ursua is granted a farcical trial where is charged with treason and sentenced to die, however Guzman shows 'clemency' and Ursua is kept prisoner. Guzmen is killed and Aguirre takes charge. He orders Ursua hung and kills all those that oppose him. Soon the group is reduced to a group of men (and two women) who are exhausted, feverish and hallucinating aboard a raft floating along the river.
Eventually in the last attack by the Indians, all are killed (including his daughter) except Aguirre. As he stands alone... in his hallucination, he talks of forming a 'pure' dynasty with his daughter.
Don Lope de Aguirre: I am the wrath of God. Who else is with me?
It was a sensual movie...with Klaus Kinski doing a brilliant job as Aguirre, although his voice was slightly turning off. I could feel the maddness, the terror, the power of Aguirre...though given the period in which it was made, the cinematography was decent.
As a footnote -
1. Herzog's relationship with Kinski was highly interesting. I copy off Wikipedia -
Herzog's first choice for the role of Aguirre was actor Klaus Kinski. The two had met many years before when the then-struggling young actor rented a room in Herzog’s family apartment, and the boarder’s often terrifying and deranged antics during the three months he lived there left a lasting impression on the director. Years later, Herzog remembered the volatile actor and knew that he was the only possible man who could play the mad Aguirre, and he sent Kinski a copy of the screenplay. "Between three and four in the morning, the phone rang," Herzog recalled. "It took me at least a couple of minutes before I realized that it was Kinski who was the source of this inarticulate screaming. And after an hour of this, it dawned on me that he found it the most fascinating screenplay and wanted to be Aguirre."
From the beginning of the production, Herzog and Kinski argued about the proper manner to portray Aguirre. Kinski wanted to play a "wild, ranting madman", but Herzog wanted something "quieter, more menacing". In order to get the performance he desired, before each shot Herzog would deliberately infuriate Kinski. After waiting for the hot-tempered actor's inevitable tantrum to "burn itself out", Herzog would then roll the camera.
On one occasion, irritated by the noise from a hut where cast and crew were playing cards, the explosive Kinski fired three gunshots at it, blowing the top joint off one extra's finger.Subsequently, Kinski started leaving the jungle location (over Herzog's refusal to fire a sound assistant), only changing his mind after Herzog threatened to shoot first Kinski and then himself. The latter incident has given rise to the legend that Herzog made Kinski act for him at gunpoint. However, Herzog has repeatedly debunked the claim during interviews, explaining he only verbally threatened Kinski in the heat of the moment, in a desperate attempt to keep him from leaving the set.
2. And there was Herzog himself -
To obtain the monkeys utilized in the climactic sequence, Herzog paid several locals to trap 400 monkeys; he paid them half in advance and was to pay the other half upon receipt. The trappers sold the monkeys to someone in Los Angeles or Miami, and Herzog came to the airport just as the monkeys were being loaded to be shipped out of the country. He pretended to be a veterinarian and claimed that the monkeys needed vaccinations before leaving the country. Abashedly, the handlers unloaded the monkeys, and Herzog loaded them into his jeep and drove away, used them in the shot they were required for, and released them afterwards into the jungle
Friday, January 23, 2009
Mona's smile, a teachers song
Writing that piece of Eulogy (i.e, copying and pasting) just reminded me of another quote from Mona Lisa Smile (the movie) that was exhilarating when I first heard it. Presenting - again, copied off IMDb - the teacher.
My teacher, Katherine Watson, lived by her own definition, and would not compromise that. Not even for Wellesley. I dedicate this, my last editorial, to an extraordinary woman who lived by example and compelled us all to see the world through new eyes. By the time you read this, she'll be sailing to Europe, where I know she'll find new walls to break down and new ideas to replace them with. I've heard her called a quitter for leaving, an aimless wanderer. But not all who wander are aimless. Especially not those who seek truth beyond tradition; beyond definition; beyond the image.
My teacher, Katherine Watson, lived by her own definition, and would not compromise that. Not even for Wellesley. I dedicate this, my last editorial, to an extraordinary woman who lived by example and compelled us all to see the world through new eyes. By the time you read this, she'll be sailing to Europe, where I know she'll find new walls to break down and new ideas to replace them with. I've heard her called a quitter for leaving, an aimless wanderer. But not all who wander are aimless. Especially not those who seek truth beyond tradition; beyond definition; beyond the image.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
The Eulogy
Officially this site is dead. But I'd like to say I have 3 blogs and hence the need to write posts atleast once a year. Anyway, this site is great to collect quotes in. Yesterday, I watched Four Weddings and a Funeral and enjoyed it. I mean, it was a movie I really enjoyed - except for Rowan-Mr.Bean ruining it with some gibberish. So I have copied from IMDb, Matthews eulogy for Gareth and hope someone will say it at mine. Classic piece by Auden though -
Gareth used to prefer funerals to weddings. He said it was easier to get enthusiastic about a ceremony one had an outside chance of eventually being involved in. In order to prepare this speech, I rang a few people, to get a general picture of how Gareth was regarded by those who met him. Fat seems to have been a word people most connected with him. Terribly rude also rang a lot of bells. So very fat and very rude seems to have been a stranger's viewpoint. On the other hand, some of you have been kind enough to ring me and let me know that you loved him, which I know he would have been thrilled to hear. You remember his fabulous hospitality, his strange experimental cooking. The recipe for "Duck à la Banana" fortunately goes with him to his grave. Most of all, you tell me of his enormous capacity for joy. When joyful, when joyful for highly vocal drunkenness. But I hope joyful is how you will remember him. Not stuck in a box in a church. Pick your favourite of his waistcoats and remember him that way. The most splendid, replete, big-hearted, weak-hearted as it turned out, and jolly bugger most of us ever met. As for me, you may ask how I will remember him, what I thought of him. Unfortunately there I run out of words. Perhaps you will forgive me if I turn from my own feelings to the words of another splendid bugger: W.H. Auden. This is actually what I want to say:
"Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let the aeroplanes circle, moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message 'He is Dead'.
Put crepe bows 'round the white necks of the public doves,
Let traffic policemen wear black, cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East, and West.
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good."
Gareth used to prefer funerals to weddings. He said it was easier to get enthusiastic about a ceremony one had an outside chance of eventually being involved in. In order to prepare this speech, I rang a few people, to get a general picture of how Gareth was regarded by those who met him. Fat seems to have been a word people most connected with him. Terribly rude also rang a lot of bells. So very fat and very rude seems to have been a stranger's viewpoint. On the other hand, some of you have been kind enough to ring me and let me know that you loved him, which I know he would have been thrilled to hear. You remember his fabulous hospitality, his strange experimental cooking. The recipe for "Duck à la Banana" fortunately goes with him to his grave. Most of all, you tell me of his enormous capacity for joy. When joyful, when joyful for highly vocal drunkenness. But I hope joyful is how you will remember him. Not stuck in a box in a church. Pick your favourite of his waistcoats and remember him that way. The most splendid, replete, big-hearted, weak-hearted as it turned out, and jolly bugger most of us ever met. As for me, you may ask how I will remember him, what I thought of him. Unfortunately there I run out of words. Perhaps you will forgive me if I turn from my own feelings to the words of another splendid bugger: W.H. Auden. This is actually what I want to say:
"Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let the aeroplanes circle, moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message 'He is Dead'.
Put crepe bows 'round the white necks of the public doves,
Let traffic policemen wear black, cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East, and West.
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good."
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Thursday, June 19, 2008
PUNK
I found this great Magazine "i-D" and they do some fantastic articles. I loved the November 2007 issue about Punks because, they didnt demonise them or make them out to be crazed freaks - they have been portrayed as cool, fun-loving, gutsy people.
The !*#? Issue.
PUNK IS AN ATTITUDE - "Punk is so much more than rude words and spitting in someone's face. They stand for the opposite of their shaven-headed, extreme -tattooed, frightening look. They believe in anarchy, they're warm-hearted and tender in a way. With so much style culture around, there's a refreshing 'freedom to be yourself'. Punk is, after all, about smashing the barriers of embarassment. They never make fun of each other. This style isn't a passing fad for them, it't not a weekend thing. A two foot Mohican is a choice never to be rich - normal jobs aren't an option. These punks have rejected society's uniform and created their own. They're striving for a different world."
PUNK IS FREEDOM - Do it just the way you want to.
When I'm hungry, I eat.
When I'm thirsty, I drink.
When I feel like saying something, I say it.
- Madonna.
PUNK IS REBELLION - Punk is all about being bored in the suburbs, skulking by the park benches and hanging out with a gang of friends who make your life worth living.
Punks are usually 'style-scavengers'. Old studded belts, old T-shirts. The staples are still spiky, 30 years on from the punk jubilee. Leather everywhere - in jackets asking to be painted on, boots, watches etc. Studs, are in full-on revival. And ofcourse, a punk pooch 'who does the snarling for you'! Hiking inspired boots are really popular - especially the huge, chunky ones.
PUNK IS ORIGINAL - Black is back, slap on the eyeliner and don your new LBD.
PUNK IS A STATE OF MIND
Too fast to live
Undermine their pompous authority, reject their moral standards, make anarchy and disorder your trademarks. Cause as much chaos and disruption as possible but don't let them take you alive. Sid Vicious.
Too young to die
You've got to walk and talk with God to go to heaven...I have the devil in me! If I didn't have, I'd be a christian. Jerry Lee Lewis.
Be Reasonable. Demand The Impossible.
'I like to see young people who are brave and who are trying to move boundaries - but there are only a few who are doing that kind of thing.' Walter Beirendonck
The Filth and the Fury
Hit me baby, one more time. Britney Spears.
Paradise Garage
If clothes are going to mean anything they've got to threaten or challenge. If they have that edge they should provoke people into thinking. Leigh Bowery.
Let it Rock
I think I'm a natural born leader. I know how to bow down to authority...if it's authority that I respect. Tupac Shakur.
'Regrets, I've had a few.
But then again, too few to mention.'
'If Factory and The Hacienda were'nt afraid of fantastic failure, why should we fear it?'
Interview with Malcolm McLaren who supposedly 'invented' punk. I love his love of life and his general attitude...so here are a couple of lines -
I didn't regret one moment - and would purposefully mismanage everything wrong, because I didn't want to do anything right. I never wanted to be good; I don't want to be good at all. I wanna be bad. 'You think I'm bad at doing my job, well I'm going to be even badder. I'm gonna be the worst manager you can imagine. You will cry at my absolute destruction.'
"And this was the beginning of punk, theses two walls and the door of that store. It was out bridge from art school into the real world, and we were going to do it as bad and as cruel and as mechevious and as manipulative as humanly possible"
Walter Van Beirendonck
"I like to see young people who are brave abd who are trying to move the boundaries - but there are only a few who are doing that kind of thing. It's harder than ever for young designers to establish themselves and remain independant though, isn't it?"
"I was fighting and defending, and talking about the world problems and making all these slogans. But I feel now that is becoming almost commercial and mainstream - more and more people are talking about global issues, which is good, but for me I want to move forward to something else."
In conclusion -
'Ain't nothing more punk than a guy in a dress. To walk down the street in heels, full make- up and beard is the ultimate up middle finger to conformity, the biggest 'fuck you' to conventional discipline. More rebellious than a Mohican, more daring than a studded jacket, it takes a whole load of balls to walk this catwalk. '
P.S - I really like Agent Provocateur. Stockings esp. are delicious.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
The British Monarchy
I recently read this book called, 'Kings, Queens, Bones and Bastards'. And lets just say I want to share what I learnt -
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Dorian Gray
As with all great books, I identified with one character so completely. Only, in my case there was no picture and hence all the marks of my 'unspeakable sins' drew their nasty lines on my face.
THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY was Oscar Wilde's first and only novel. It was first published as the lead story in "Lippincott's Monthly Magazine" on 20 June, 1890. The success of the short-story lead to its being made into a novel. Althogh Wilde wrote a couple of plays, a books of poems, and essays, it was this book that established him as the most successful society playwrite of that time.
Just recently there was an article in the Times Of India which said that Oscar Wilde was officially the greatest literary genius. What honor! Like all geniuses his personal life was a mess. He lived pursuing the pleasure of his senses and constantly mocked the standards of his society. There were whispered rumours of homosexual friends and telegram boys. However his love for mysteries and secrets made sure that noone could point a finger at him. He used this as a technique in The Picture of Dorian Gray where, (as he himself put it) “what Dorain Gray’s sins are no one knows”. This helps the reader identify with the character of Dorian Gray(if they want to). However, he was brought to trial and the opposing coulsels believing the book to have autobiographical parts used the book in the proceedings.
- SCOTS OBSERVER, 5TH July 1890
“We need emphasize only once more, the skill, the real subtelety of art, the ease and fluidity withal of one telling a story by word of mouth, with which the consciousness of the supernatural is introduced into , and maintained amid, the elaborately conventional, sophisticated, disabused world. Mr. Wilde depicts so cleverly, so mercilessly. The special fascination of the piece is, ofcourse, just there – at the point of contrast.
- WALTER PATER in The Bookman
The novel would seem like something he worked all his life to put together - it had a part of himself in it. 'It aimed at blurring the distinction between high and low, respectable and outcast – suggesting duplicity is an essential part of existence.'
I have put down some lines from the book below -
“ He grew more and more enamored of his own beauty, more and more interested in the corruption of his own soul.”
“It was the creation of such worlds as these that seemed to Dorian Gray to be the true object, or amongst the two objects, of life; and in his search for new sensations that would at once be new and delightful and possess that element of strangeness that is so essential to romance, he would often adopt certain modes of thought that he knew to be really alien to his nature, abandon himself to their subtle influences and then having as it were, caught their color or satisfied his intellectual curiosity, leave them with that curious indifference that is not incompatible with a real ardor of temperament, and that indeed according to certain psychologists, is often a condition of.”
“..and I hear all these hideous things that people are whispering about you, I don’t know what to say. Why is it Dorian, that a man like the Duke of Berwick leaves the room of a club when you enter it? Why is your friendship so fatal to young men? There was that wretched boy at the Guards who committed suicide. You were his greatest friend. There was Sir. Henry Ashton, who had to leave England, with a tarnished name. You and he were inseparable. What about Lord Kent’s only son, and his career...”
“I should have to see your soul”
“Yes, I shall show you my soul. You shall see the thing that you fancy only God can see.”
“It is too late, Basil,” he faltered
“It is never too late, Dorian. Let us kneel down and try if we cannot remember a prayer. Isn’t there a verse somewhere, ‘Though your sins be as scarlet, yet I will make them as white as snow’?
“The soul is a terrible reality. It can be bought, and sold, and bartered away. It can be poisoned, or made perfect. There is a soul in each of us. I know it” – Dorian
“ Was it really true that one could never change? He felt a wild longing for the unstained purity of his boyhood.”
“ He knew that he had tarnished himself, filled his mind with corruption and given horror to his fancy; that he had been an evil influence to others, and had experienced a terrible joy in being so; and that of the lives that had crossed his own it had been the fairest and the most full of promise that he had brought to shame. But was it all irretrievable? Was there no hope for him?"
THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY was Oscar Wilde's first and only novel. It was first published as the lead story in "Lippincott's Monthly Magazine" on 20 June, 1890. The success of the short-story lead to its being made into a novel. Althogh Wilde wrote a couple of plays, a books of poems, and essays, it was this book that established him as the most successful society playwrite of that time.
Just recently there was an article in the Times Of India which said that Oscar Wilde was officially the greatest literary genius. What honor! Like all geniuses his personal life was a mess. He lived pursuing the pleasure of his senses and constantly mocked the standards of his society. There were whispered rumours of homosexual friends and telegram boys. However his love for mysteries and secrets made sure that noone could point a finger at him. He used this as a technique in The Picture of Dorian Gray where, (as he himself put it) “what Dorain Gray’s sins are no one knows”. This helps the reader identify with the character of Dorian Gray(if they want to). However, he was brought to trial and the opposing coulsels believing the book to have autobiographical parts used the book in the proceedings.
CRITICAL REVIEWS“Mr. Wilde has brains, and art, and style; but if he can write for none but outlawed noblemen and perverted telegraph boys, the sooner he takes to tailoring ( or some decent trade) the better for his own reputation and the public morals”
- SCOTS OBSERVER, 5TH July 1890
“We need emphasize only once more, the skill, the real subtelety of art, the ease and fluidity withal of one telling a story by word of mouth, with which the consciousness of the supernatural is introduced into , and maintained amid, the elaborately conventional, sophisticated, disabused world. Mr. Wilde depicts so cleverly, so mercilessly. The special fascination of the piece is, ofcourse, just there – at the point of contrast.
- WALTER PATER in The Bookman
The novel would seem like something he worked all his life to put together - it had a part of himself in it. 'It aimed at blurring the distinction between high and low, respectable and outcast – suggesting duplicity is an essential part of existence.'
I have put down some lines from the book below -
“ He grew more and more enamored of his own beauty, more and more interested in the corruption of his own soul.”
“It was the creation of such worlds as these that seemed to Dorian Gray to be the true object, or amongst the two objects, of life; and in his search for new sensations that would at once be new and delightful and possess that element of strangeness that is so essential to romance, he would often adopt certain modes of thought that he knew to be really alien to his nature, abandon himself to their subtle influences and then having as it were, caught their color or satisfied his intellectual curiosity, leave them with that curious indifference that is not incompatible with a real ardor of temperament, and that indeed according to certain psychologists, is often a condition of.”
“..and I hear all these hideous things that people are whispering about you, I don’t know what to say. Why is it Dorian, that a man like the Duke of Berwick leaves the room of a club when you enter it? Why is your friendship so fatal to young men? There was that wretched boy at the Guards who committed suicide. You were his greatest friend. There was Sir. Henry Ashton, who had to leave England, with a tarnished name. You and he were inseparable. What about Lord Kent’s only son, and his career...”
“I should have to see your soul”
“Yes, I shall show you my soul. You shall see the thing that you fancy only God can see.”
“It is too late, Basil,” he faltered
“It is never too late, Dorian. Let us kneel down and try if we cannot remember a prayer. Isn’t there a verse somewhere, ‘Though your sins be as scarlet, yet I will make them as white as snow’?
“The soul is a terrible reality. It can be bought, and sold, and bartered away. It can be poisoned, or made perfect. There is a soul in each of us. I know it” – Dorian
“ Was it really true that one could never change? He felt a wild longing for the unstained purity of his boyhood.”
“ He knew that he had tarnished himself, filled his mind with corruption and given horror to his fancy; that he had been an evil influence to others, and had experienced a terrible joy in being so; and that of the lives that had crossed his own it had been the fairest and the most full of promise that he had brought to shame. But was it all irretrievable? Was there no hope for him?"
Monday, November 5, 2007
Swear words..OFAH
Forget it. This isn't Urban Dictionary which is where you might want to go if you were looking for interesting. Nevertheless, so as not to be dissapointing - I present, words to use in an argument. Only Fools and Horses.
Dipstick, Plonker, Git, Tonk - fool, stupid person
Flog - sell aggressively
Leave it out -
Bobs - pounds
Sod - to damn, chap, fellow
You Dozy old Tonk - Dozy - drowsy, decayed.
You don't give a toss - to be unconcerned
Nicked - to wound slightly, to steal
Cor! - an Interjection
You couldn't flog a black cat to a witch!
Innit?
What are you on about?
I don't bleedin' know, do I?
Oh leave it out Rodney. You'll be burning Witches next!
Yeah, well, the trouble with you, Rodney, is that you will insist on thinking!
Del Boy: Are you saying I'm stupid?
Rodney: Either that or it's the Chinese year of the dodo.
Dipstick, Plonker, Git, Tonk - fool, stupid person
Flog - sell aggressively
Leave it out -
Bobs - pounds
Sod - to damn, chap, fellow
You Dozy old Tonk - Dozy - drowsy, decayed.
You don't give a toss - to be unconcerned
Nicked - to wound slightly, to steal
Cor! - an Interjection
You couldn't flog a black cat to a witch!
Innit?
What are you on about?
I don't bleedin' know, do I?
Oh leave it out Rodney. You'll be burning Witches next!
Yeah, well, the trouble with you, Rodney, is that you will insist on thinking!
Del Boy: Are you saying I'm stupid?
Rodney: Either that or it's the Chinese year of the dodo.
Friday, November 2, 2007
Funny ahoy!
Here are some smart-liners that I dug up from my collections. The only reason I am putting them up here is because I want easier access to them. And I want it on the World Wide Web. Yeah!
"Hey! Who took the cork off my lunch??!"
-- W. C. Fields
"I wish I'd drunk more champagne."
-- last words of Lord John Maynard Keynes
"One more drink and I would have been under the host."
-- Dorothy Parker
"Batman is the hero any of us could be, given determination, exercise, and deep psychological trauma."
-- Chris Jarocha-Ernst
"We Americans, we're a simple people... but piss us off, and we'll bomb your cities."
-- Robin Williams
Next time you wave, please use all your fingers.
"Hey! Who took the cork off my lunch??!"
-- W. C. Fields
"I wish I'd drunk more champagne."
-- last words of Lord John Maynard Keynes
"One more drink and I would have been under the host."
-- Dorothy Parker
"Batman is the hero any of us could be, given determination, exercise, and deep psychological trauma."
-- Chris Jarocha-Ernst
"We Americans, we're a simple people... but piss us off, and we'll bomb your cities."
-- Robin Williams
Next time you wave, please use all your fingers.
Love destroyed.
It is an interesting question - something that is always sitting in the background. If it fails, is it love? Yes! Oh yes. Ever heard of "Casablanca"?
- EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY
Edna Vincent Millay was the first female recepient of the Pulitzer prize for poetry (In 1923 for The Harp-Weaver). She was a sonneteer and a playwrite, known for her numerous affairs with both men and women. Her best works were Renascence and The Ballad of the Harp-Weaver. Infact, Thomas Hardy said that her poems were one of the two greatest attractions in America. She received widespread critical attention which made her a popular poet. Ironically, it was this popularity that resulted in critics doubting her as a serious poet. Also, toward her later years (1950s) as she turned to propoganda work, interest in her work declined. However, interest was revived again in the 1970s.
After all my erstwhile dear,
My no longer cherished,
Need we say it was not love,
Just because it perished?
My no longer cherished,
Need we say it was not love,
Just because it perished?
- EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY
Edna Vincent Millay was the first female recepient of the Pulitzer prize for poetry (In 1923 for The Harp-Weaver). She was a sonneteer and a playwrite, known for her numerous affairs with both men and women. Her best works were Renascence and The Ballad of the Harp-Weaver. Infact, Thomas Hardy said that her poems were one of the two greatest attractions in America. She received widespread critical attention which made her a popular poet. Ironically, it was this popularity that resulted in critics doubting her as a serious poet. Also, toward her later years (1950s) as she turned to propoganda work, interest in her work declined. However, interest was revived again in the 1970s.
Think you've never heard of her? Her pen name was Nancy Boyd.
Monday, October 29, 2007
Punctuation Alert.
I am writing this down for its puntuation marks. It shows how they could be used. The best bit being, it also happens to be funny. Robert Ludlum's Bourne Ultimatum.
“I am a maniac,” he stated, emphasizing each word. “Certifiably insane and I’ll sign the papers of commitment myself.”
“Good to see you, crazy Mo,” said Conklin.
“Have you any idea what I did?... I purposely crashed a car into a tree with me in it! Then after walking atleast half the distance to Bronx, I was picked up by the only person I know who may have more loose bananas in her head than I do. Her libido is unhinged and she’s running away from her trucker husband – hot on her French heels – who I subsequently learned has the cuddly name of Bronk. My hooker chauffer proceeds to hold me hostage, with such wiles as threatening to yell ‘Rape!’ in a dinner filled with a collection of the NFL’s most carnivorous linebackers – except for the one who got me out.”
I wasted away my precious sunday reading the damn book. I didn't think it was exceptionally brilliant. Nevertheless its well fabricated.
“I am a maniac,” he stated, emphasizing each word. “Certifiably insane and I’ll sign the papers of commitment myself.”
“Good to see you, crazy Mo,” said Conklin.
“Have you any idea what I did?... I purposely crashed a car into a tree with me in it! Then after walking atleast half the distance to Bronx, I was picked up by the only person I know who may have more loose bananas in her head than I do. Her libido is unhinged and she’s running away from her trucker husband – hot on her French heels – who I subsequently learned has the cuddly name of Bronk. My hooker chauffer proceeds to hold me hostage, with such wiles as threatening to yell ‘Rape!’ in a dinner filled with a collection of the NFL’s most carnivorous linebackers – except for the one who got me out.”
I wasted away my precious sunday reading the damn book. I didn't think it was exceptionally brilliant. Nevertheless its well fabricated.
Friday, October 26, 2007
Orson Welles
Alright, this is a desperate attempt to break away from the poems that have been coming along. Here's something that got me laughing last night.
"In Italy, for thirty years under the Borgias, they had warfare, terror, murder, bloodshed - they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci and the Renaissannce. In Switzerland, they had brotherly love, they had five hundred years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock."
Some philosophy eh? Anyway, I checked on who this Orson Welles was (excuse the ignorance), and he is apparantly a name to recon with in the film world. He co-wrote, directed, produced and starred in Citizen Kane! In fact, in a poll conducted in Britain, he was voted the greatest director of all time. He was also criticised for his halloween joke on CBS, scaring the Americans by implying a War of the Worlds.
"In Italy, for thirty years under the Borgias, they had warfare, terror, murder, bloodshed - they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci and the Renaissannce. In Switzerland, they had brotherly love, they had five hundred years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock."
Some philosophy eh? Anyway, I checked on who this Orson Welles was (excuse the ignorance), and he is apparantly a name to recon with in the film world. He co-wrote, directed, produced and starred in Citizen Kane! In fact, in a poll conducted in Britain, he was voted the greatest director of all time. He was also criticised for his halloween joke on CBS, scaring the Americans by implying a War of the Worlds.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Irish Poems
I have no idea why I've stuck to poems. Maybe its because I think that's more uber-class. Well, here's an old Irish blessing that I enjoyed reading through. And a link to a fantastic site dedicated to OLD Irish poems. And there's this site with medieval Irish poetry.
I remember reading this on the door of the Maliks Home in Delhi.
I remember reading this on the door of the Maliks Home in Delhi.
May the road rise to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
And the rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of his hand.
Irish poems were inspired by Ireland’s history, its myths, legends and lore.
A little history: The earlier forms of Irish poetry during the 4th Century, were in Irish Gaelic language. However with arrival of English poems in the 14th Century, a mixture evolved, that was formed in English but revolved around Irish themes and models. This led to the Celtic revival at the beginning of the 20th Century.
Along with writers like Lady Gregory and Edward Martyn, William Butler Yeats was the driving-force behind the Irish Literary Revival in 1896 which was part of the Celtic Revival. The revival stirred appreciation of traditional Irish literature and also encouraged its distinction from the English culture. A physical symbol of the revival was The Abbey Theatre, which was founded by Gregory, Yeats and Martin. Yeats was the Chief Playwright at that time, but many new writers also staged their pieces.
Along with writers like Lady Gregory and Edward Martyn, William Butler Yeats was the driving-force behind the Irish Literary Revival in 1896 which was part of the Celtic Revival. The revival stirred appreciation of traditional Irish literature and also encouraged its distinction from the English culture. A physical symbol of the revival was The Abbey Theatre, which was founded by Gregory, Yeats and Martin. Yeats was the Chief Playwright at that time, but many new writers also staged their pieces.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Desiderata SPOOF!
This is fun. Its ridiculous, but fun. This was a parody of Desiderata written by Tony Hendra, that became very popular. Here it is. The brackets enclose the chorus.
Deteriorata
(You are a fluke of the universe.
You have no right to be here.
Deteriorata, Deteriorata)
Go placidly amidst the noise and waste, and remember what comfort there may be in owning a piece thereof. Avoid quiet and passive persons, unless you are in need of sleep. Rotate your tires. Speak glowingly of those greater than yourself; and heed well their advice, even though they be turkeys. Know what to kiss - and when. Consider that two wrongs never make a right, but that three do. Wherever possible, put people on hold. Be comforted, that in the face of all irridity and disillusionment, and despite the changing fortunes of time, there is always a big future in computer maintenance.
(You are a fluke of the universe.
You have no right to be here.
Whether you can hear it or not,
The universe is laughing behind your back.)
Remember the Pueblo. Strive at all times to bend, fold, spindle, and mutilate. Know yourself. If you need help, call the FBI. Exercise caution in your daily affairs, especially with those persons closest to you... That lemon on your left, for instance. Be assured that a walk through the seas of most souls would scarcely get your feet wet. Fall not in love, therefore, it will stick to your face. Gracefully surrender the things of youth: the birds, clean air, tuna, Taiwan - and let not the sands of time get in your lunch. Hire people with hooks. For a good time, call 606-4311, ask for Ken. Take heart in the deepening gloom that your dog is finally getting enough cheese. And reflect that whatever misfortune may be your lot, it could only be worse in Milwaukee.
(You are a fluke of the universe.
You have no right to be here.
Whether you can hear it or not,
The universe is laughing behind your back.)
Therefore, make peace with your god, whatever you perceive him to be: hairy thunderer or cosmic muffin. With all its hopes, dreams, promises, and urban renewal, the world continues to deteriorate. GIVE UP!
(You are a fluke of the universe.
You have no right to be here.
Whether you can hear it or not,
The universe is laughing behind your back.)
Deteriorata
(You are a fluke of the universe.
You have no right to be here.
Deteriorata, Deteriorata)
Go placidly amidst the noise and waste, and remember what comfort there may be in owning a piece thereof. Avoid quiet and passive persons, unless you are in need of sleep. Rotate your tires. Speak glowingly of those greater than yourself; and heed well their advice, even though they be turkeys. Know what to kiss - and when. Consider that two wrongs never make a right, but that three do. Wherever possible, put people on hold. Be comforted, that in the face of all irridity and disillusionment, and despite the changing fortunes of time, there is always a big future in computer maintenance.
(You are a fluke of the universe.
You have no right to be here.
Whether you can hear it or not,
The universe is laughing behind your back.)
Remember the Pueblo. Strive at all times to bend, fold, spindle, and mutilate. Know yourself. If you need help, call the FBI. Exercise caution in your daily affairs, especially with those persons closest to you... That lemon on your left, for instance. Be assured that a walk through the seas of most souls would scarcely get your feet wet. Fall not in love, therefore, it will stick to your face. Gracefully surrender the things of youth: the birds, clean air, tuna, Taiwan - and let not the sands of time get in your lunch. Hire people with hooks. For a good time, call 606-4311, ask for Ken. Take heart in the deepening gloom that your dog is finally getting enough cheese. And reflect that whatever misfortune may be your lot, it could only be worse in Milwaukee.
(You are a fluke of the universe.
You have no right to be here.
Whether you can hear it or not,
The universe is laughing behind your back.)
Therefore, make peace with your god, whatever you perceive him to be: hairy thunderer or cosmic muffin. With all its hopes, dreams, promises, and urban renewal, the world continues to deteriorate. GIVE UP!
(You are a fluke of the universe.
You have no right to be here.
Whether you can hear it or not,
The universe is laughing behind your back.)
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