Vienze Ziction

2011-03-27T23:41:00.000+03:00

Realize that bodies are only a fraction of who we are
They're just oddly-shaped vessels for hearts
And honestly, they can barely contain us
We strain at their seams with every breath we take
We are all pulse and sweat,
Tissue and nerve ending
We are programmed to grope and fumble until we get it right.
http://genderqueerchicago.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-to-make-love-to-trans-person.html

2011-03-20T17:40:00.000+02:00

You – strange, unmasked fellow,
you have the grace of a baseball player.
When I was younger I too saved the Earth.

https://silentlunch.wordpress.com/2011/03/19/after-giygas/

Waka Waka Bang Splat!

2010-12-12T14:41:00.001+02:00

< > ! * ' ' #
Waka waka bang splat tick tick hash,
^ " ` $ $ -
Caret quote back-tick dollar dollar dash,
! * = @ $ _
Bang splat equal at dollar under-score,
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Percent splat waka waka tilde number four,
& [ ] . . /
Ampersand bracket bracket dot dot slash,
| { , , SYSTEM HALTED
Vertical-bar curly-bracket comma comma CRASH.

http://poetry.about.com/od/poetryplay/l/blwakawaka.htm

Normiviikonloppu

2010-11-24T15:15:00.001+02:00

Det Satan Club

2010-09-24T10:42:00.004+03:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sZsYEGmhEbc

2010-08-19T16:32:00.000+03:00

...
But the two men,
that last morning of death, before
the first of light, watched the land
of Venus, its sweetless shore,
and thought, “This is the end.
This is the last of a man like me.”
Until they saw, over the mists
of Venus, two fish creatures stop
on spangled legs and crawl
from the belly of the sea.
And from the planet park
they heard the new fruit drop.

Anne Sexton - Venus and the Ark

2010-08-19T16:24:00.002+03:00

The saddest thing I ever did see
Was a woodpecker peckin’ at a plastic tree.
He looks at me, and “Friend,” says he,
“Things ain’t as sweet as they used to be.”
-- Shel Silverstein

2010-08-19T16:19:00.000+03:00

Enter up, down, up, down, left, right, left, right, a, b, a, to tear open the sky. Left, left, b, b, to keep warm.
-- Ben Lerner

2010-08-19T15:58:00.001+03:00

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.

Philip Larkin - This Be The Verse

2010-08-19T15:55:00.000+03:00

My name is Sancho
I live on the Rancho
I make 5 Pesos a day
I go see my Lucy
she shows me her pussy
she takes me 5 Pesos away
OLE!

2010-08-19T15:39:00.001+03:00

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."

THE BLACK RIDERS AND OTHER LINES by Stephen Crane
http://www.travelin-tigers.com/zdave/cranebr.htm

Fire and Ice

2010-08-17T11:44:00.003+03:00

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
-- Robert Frost

the finger

2010-07-19T12:45:00.000+03:00

by Charles Bukowski

...

the FINGER is their
reply.

I see grown men
FINGERING each other
throughout the day.

it gives me pause.
when I consider
the state of our cities,
the state of our states,
the state of our country,
I begin to
understand.

the FINGER is a mind-
set.
we are the FINGERERS.
we give it
to each other.
we give it coming and
going.
we don't know how
else to respond.

what a hell of a way
to not
live.

Robert Barr: The Woman of Stone (Remix)

2010-06-02T20:30:00.000+03:00

Lurine, was pretty, petite, and eighteen.

Lurine had noticed him for several days hovering about the Pharmacie

"Good evening!" was all he said to her.

"I have been watching you. Are you offended?"

"No," she answered, almost in a whisper.

"You may walk with me as far as the corner of the Rue de Lille," she replied.

"How much do they pay you there?" he asked.

"I would do anything for you," she whispered, and then he kissed her good night.

"Have you brought me the things?"

"Yes," she answered. "Will you take them here, now?"

"I will not have time to go with you to the Rue de Lille to-night," he said.

2010-05-13T12:30:00.002+03:00

Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.
— Franz Kafka

Jinnetic Engineering

2010-04-28T14:32:00.000+03:00

Someone is sure to be angry about this, so I'll go into hiding once the story comes out. But after you've had the virus, you'll have no trouble finding me; the clues in this letter will tell you where. Please publish this text verbatim, so the clues will not be distorted. I want people to contact me after they catch the virus, so we can work together on the aging, the diseases, and the voluntary ovulation. I also have an idea for a jinn detector so we can get more wishes.
Jinnetic Engineering by Richard Stallman

2010-04-27T17:49:00.000+03:00

My name is Alexander
Raised Fist commander

2010-03-28T17:34:00.000+03:00

Imagine punching somebody so hard that they turn into a door. Then you found out that's where ALL doors come from, and you got initiated into a murder club that makes doors. The stronger you punch, the better the door. So there are like super strong murderers who punch people into Venetian doors and shit.

http://www.pbnation.com/showthread.php?t=2795296

2010-03-27T21:00:00.000+02:00

Tässä istun, vanhus kuivassa kuussa,
kuunnellen pojan lukua, odottaen sadetta.
En ollut kuumilla porteilla
enkä taistellut lämpimässä sateessa,
en seissyt suolarämeessä kärpästen syömänä,
en taistellut heiluttaen miekkaa.

T.S. Eliot: Gerontion

2010-03-22T10:05:00.000+02:00

Holy Moses! Have a look!
Flesh decayed in every nook!
Some rare bits of brain lie here,
Mortal loads of beef and beer,
Some of whom are turned to dust,
Every one bids lost to lust;
Royal flesh so tinged with 'blue'
Undergoes the same as you.

-- Amanda McKittrick Ros, Visiting Westminster Abbey

2010-03-07T18:13:00.001+02:00

Do what thy manhood bids thee do,
from none but self expect applause;
He noblest lives and noblest dies
who makes and keeps his self-made laws.

Conquer thyself,
till thou has done this, thou art but a slave;
for it is almost as well
to be subjected to another's appetite as to thine own.

--Sir Richard Francis Burton

2010-01-16T19:12:00.002+02:00

Art is stupid
Science is boring
Sex is overrated
And so are you.

2010-01-06T17:19:00.001+02:00

The masses try to comfort their hero over the death of his brother, but Megaman, enraged, leaves but a few parting words: "You are the dead," then tosses his helmet aside and walks away. Wily then orders the execution of the people for daring to think of rebellion. No one is spared. As Megaman walks away, he doesn't turn back at the cries of the people until he hears them cry out in unison, "We are the dead."

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Protomen

2009-11-30T02:11:00.001+02:00

2009-11-13T14:47:00.001+02:00

i think the yeah
this is the blah

Alibi School by Jeffrey McDaniel

2009-10-05T00:35:00.002+03:00

My pal, Jake, majored in corruption.
His final exam: a girl from the Midwest,

...

The Quiet World by Jeffrey McDaniel

2009-10-05T00:31:00.001+03:00

In an effort to get people to look
into each other's eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.

...

2009-09-02T15:13:00.000+03:00

Critics who treat adult as a term of approval, instead of as a merely descriptive term, cannot be adult themselves. To be concerned about being grown up, to admire the grown up because it is grown up, to blush at the suspicion of being childish; these things are the marks of childhood and adolescence. And in childhood and adolescence they are, in moderation, healthy symptoms. Young things ought to want to grow. But to carry on into middle life or even into early manhood this concern about being adult is a mark of really arrested development. When I was ten, I read fairy tales in secret and would have been ashamed if I had been found doing so. Now that I am fifty I read them openly. When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up.
-- CS Lewis

2009-08-17T20:43:00.000+03:00

He drew a circle that shut me out -
Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout.
But Love and I had the wit to win:
We drew a circle that took him in.
- Outwitted, Edward Markham

2009-08-15T20:04:00.002+03:00

Suomalaiset eivät koskaan anna periksi,
minä annan aina periksi.

(Piti tehdä video juutuubiin, mutta annoin periksi.)

Collaboration with materials

2009-08-06T14:03:00.001+03:00

[John] Cage argued that the artist should not speak to his or her audience about the natural world, but should instead use art to heighten the audience member's sensitivity to experiences of all kinds.

Robert Rauschenberg: "And I'm opposed to the whole idea of conception-execution—of getting an idea for a picture and then carrying it out. I've always felt as though, whatever I've used and whatever I've done, the method was always closer to a collaboration with materials than to any kind of conscious manipulation and control.'

for them, the making of art had become the building of systems of pattern and randomness, and thus, in Claude Shannon's sense, of information.

http://edge.org/3rd_culture/turner06/turner06_index.html

Harry Patch (In memory of)

2009-08-06T10:35:00.001+03:00

I am the only one that got through
The others died where ever they fell
It was an ambush
They came up from all sides
Give your leaders each a gun and then let them fight it out themselves
I've seen devils coming up from the ground
I've seen hell upon this earth
The next will be chemical but they will never learn

http://news.bbc.co.uk/today/hi/today/newsid_8184000/8184802.stm

2009-08-03T14:02:00.000+03:00

Get fired for what you believe in, not for being average.

2009-08-03T00:32:00.001+03:00

The breed of the grasshopper shrills, "What does the future
Matter, we shall be dead?" Ah, grasshoppers,
Death's a fierce meadowlark: but to die having made
Something more equal to the centuries
Than muscle and bone, is mostly to shed weakness.
The mountains are dead stone, the people
Admire or hate their stature, their insolent quietness,
The mountains are not softened nor troubled
And a few dead men's thoughts have the same temper.

Robinson Jeffers: Wise Men In Their Bad Hours

2009-08-02T13:59:00.000+03:00

The saddest day of your life is when you decide to sell out and nobody wants to buy.
-- Norman Spinrad: Bug Jack Barron

2009-08-01T16:43:00.000+03:00

Ghostbusters Law: "If somebody asks you if you are a God, you say yes!"

The Hammer Song

2009-07-11T15:06:00.001+03:00

If I had a hammer
I'd hammer in the morning
I'd hammer in the evening
All over this land
I'd hammer out danger
I'd hammer out a warning
I'd hammer out love between my brothers and my sisters
All over this land

Auden: The Fall of Rome

2009-07-11T14:43:00.001+03:00

The piers are pummelled by the waves;
In a lonely field the rain
Lashes an abandoned train;
Outlaws fill the mountain caves.

Altogether elsewhere, vast
Herds of reindeer move across
Miles and miles of golden moss,
Silently and very fast.

Sylvia Plath - Last Words

2009-07-11T14:40:00.001+03:00

I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus
With tigery stripes, and a face on it
Round as the moon, to stare up.

The Hollow Men, T. S. Eliot

2009-07-11T14:38:00.001+03:00

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

2009-07-02T11:07:00.001+03:00

Day ahead, go. Make my punk.

Twin Peaks

2009-06-28T20:42:00.002+03:00

"Thru the darkness of Future Past
the magician longs to see
one chants out between two worlds
Fire - walk with me."

Windom Earle: Garland, what do you fear most... in the world?
Major Briggs: The possibility that love is not enough.

...many rooms are exactly like
housed by different souls every night (?)

2009-06-23T13:30:00.002+03:00

1. If you do what you love, you never have to work.
2. A tiny radish seed knows how to become a radish without going to college or church or anything.
3. If something is boring and then you call it art, it is still boring.

http://charlieschmidt.com/about.asp

2009-06-09T15:53:00.000+03:00

A painter paints pictures on canvas. But musicians paint their pictures on silence. -- Leopold Stokowski

pity this busy monster, manunkind

2009-06-05T22:21:00.000+03:00

pity this busy monster, manunkind,

not. Progress is a comfortable disease:
your victim (death and life safely beyond)

plays with the bigness of his littleness
--- electrons deify one razorblade
into a mountainrange; lenses extend
unwish through curving wherewhen till unwish
returns on its unself.
                         A world of made
is not a world of born --- pity poor flesh

and trees, poor stars and stones, but never this
fine specimen of hypermagical

ultraomnipotence. We doctors know

a hopeless case if --- listen: there's a hell
of a good universe next door; let's go

      -- E. E. Cummings

2009-06-04T00:28:00.000+03:00

On the day the world ends
A bee circles a clover,
A fisherman mends a glimmering net.
Happy porpoises jump in the sea,
By the rainspout young sparrows are playing
And the snake is gold-skinned as it should always be.

Czeslaw Milosz, A Song On the End of the World

Too Fast to Live, Too Young to Work

2009-06-02T13:58:00.001+03:00

I'm the James Dean of the dole queue
You've got to admire my cheek -
Trying to work out how to live fast and die young
On seventeen-fifty a week.
A legend in my own cubicle
All alone, never one of the mob
I'm the James Dean of the dole queue
A rebel without a job.

Mark Lamarr

Hard Lines, Faber and Faber

2009-06-02T13:31:00.000+03:00

Being poor is people wondering why you didn't leave.

Most of gangster rap seem to revolve around killing policeman, being in jail and having penetrative sex with “hose”.

2009-05-29T22:17:00.001+03:00

"I bought a cactus. A week later it died. And I got depressed, because I thought, Damn. I am less nurturing than a desert."
- Demetri Martin

Lastenlauluista

2009-05-22T13:25:00.001+03:00

Ja sillä on uninen lakki ja sininen uninen vyö,
Ja unista jäätelön palaa se pienillä hampailla syö,
Ja sillä on sininen auto ja se auto hyrrää näin:
Surrur, surrur ja lähtee unen sinistä maata päin.

Muurahaiset aina rakentaa ja rakentaa,
vaan eivätkö ne koskaan valmihiksi saa?
Matkamies käy rantaan lammen vettä juodakseen,
niin peilikuva katsoo alta tyynen veen

Säde vastas: "Peikko kulta,
pimeys vie hengen multa,
enkä toivo kuolemaa.
Pois mun täytyy heti mennä;
ellen kohta valoon lennä,
niin en hetkeäkään elää saa!"

2009-05-22T13:21:00.001+03:00

Phallocentric chicks:
they dig guys with big wars.
I just cannot, you know, believe in a war
against chicks when they've got the anti-chick war
thing goin' on.
The women will be like "Ooh, what a cute war!"

Chicks dig war

2009-05-17T22:49:00.001+03:00

O poor heart
I was doomed from the start
Doomed to play
The villains part
I was the baddest Johnny
In the apple cart
My blood was blacker
Than the chambers of a dead nun's heart.

Nick Cave: Up Jumped The Devil

2009-05-17T19:12:00.000+03:00

Satunnaisen nyrkkitappelun hyöty on aika kyseenalainen.

Onnelliset ihmiset eivät hymyile.

Love is the extremely difficult realisation that something other than oneself is real.

2009-05-15T11:41:00.000+03:00

No, use my space name!

2009-05-02T13:30:00.000+03:00

Tietyssä pisteessä ohjaaja joutuu tilanteeseen, jossa hän pyytää jotain tyyppiä laittamaan hassut viikset nenälleen, pukeutumaan vaatteisiin joita tämä ei normaalisti käytä, ja sanomaan asioita, joita tämä ei normaalisti sano - ja odottaa katsojien uskovan sen.
-- Cronenberg on Cronenberg, s. 210

2009-04-23T23:01:00.000+03:00

I am a breath
I am a wish
I am a rocket
and a fish
I felt his measures and his weight
my own body as a scale

I heard a whisper in my ear
"you are not here, you are not here"
I saw the northern light above
and the eclipse of the sun

The Knife - Kino

2009-04-19T11:42:00.001+03:00

I am a dragon and I don't care
I just like to see people scared.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yF1kYAZn4o8

2009-04-02T13:27:00.001+03:00

"The lightsaber. When you absolutely, positively got to kill every motherfucker in the room."

"Good. Anger is more productive than despair."

"The more you tighten your grip, Tarkin, the more star systems will slip through your fingers."

"Spartans don't die, they just go to hell and regroup."

"A prayer for the wild at heart, kept in cages."

"We are not in trouble, we are trouble."

2009-03-20T21:02:00.000+02:00

The Road to Wisdom

The road to wisdom? Well, it's plain
And simple to express:
Err
and err
and err again,
but less
and less
and less.

-- Piet Hein

2009-03-17T21:06:00.000+02:00

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for the secret news.

Here’s the secret news:

All people are afraid.
No one knows what they’re doing.
Everything is getting worse.
Some people deserve to die.
Your money is worthless.
No one is properly dressed.
At least one of your children will disappoint you.
The system is rigged.
Your house will never be completely clean.
All teachers are incompetent.
There are people who really dislike you.
Nothing is as good as it seems.
Things don’t last.
No one is paying attention.
The country is dying.
God doesn’t care.

George Carlin: The Secret News

2009-03-16T20:48:00.000+02:00

Look my eyes are just holograms
Look your love has drawn red from my hands
From my hands you know you'll never be
More than twist in my sobriety
-- Tanita Tikaram

2009-03-12T16:38:00.001+02:00

go go now, you've been set free
another month or so you'll be poisoning me
with your lovely smile
I see you slither away with your skin and your tail
your flickering tongue and your rattling scales
like a real reptile.

-- The Church: Reptile

2009-03-02T13:29:00.000+02:00

WILL BOBBA FOR FURNI

DOWN WITH PANTS! UP WITH SKIRTS!

2009-02-26T17:57:00.001+02:00

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
.
.
.
Troubles my sight: somewhere in the sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
.
.
.
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

W.B. Yeats - The Second Coming

2009-02-24T18:55:00.001+02:00

and this is my terrorism lipstick
my assault and battery eyeliner
my armed robbery boots

What She Was Wearing by Denver Butson
http://www.jonathancarroll.com/blog1/2009/02/carrollblog_224_3.html

2009-02-23T21:18:00.001+02:00

"We may be in the Universe as dogs and cats are in our libraries, seeing the books and hearing the conversation, but having no inkling of the meaning of it all."
- William James, A Pluralistic Universe

2009-02-23T21:14:00.000+02:00

I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing
Just prayed to a god that I don't believe in
Coz I got time while she got freedom
Coz when a heart breaks no it don't break even

Her best days will be some of my worst
She finally met a man that's gonna put her first
While I'm wide awake she's no trouble sleeping
Coz when a heart breaks no it don't break even, even no

The Script - BreakEven

2009-02-23T20:01:00.000+02:00

"None of you understand. I'm not locked up in here with you. You're locked up in here with me."
- Watchmen

"I don't answer to my slave name."
- X-men 3

"Beneath this mask there is more than flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea, Mr. Creedy, and ideas are bulletproof."
- V for Vendetta

2009-02-19T11:49:00.001+02:00

"Dammit I'm Mad"
by
Demetri Martin

...
Name not one bottle minus an ode by me:
"Sir, I deliver. I'm a dog"
Evil is a deed as I live.
Dammit I'm mad.

2009-02-17T13:14:00.001+02:00

Juotit minut känniin
heitit minut seinään
mentiin kesällä naimisiin

The Kirje

2009-02-11T19:04:00.003+02:00

Kirjeessä jonka kirjoitit
kerroit asioita joita et koskaan sanonut
sinun on aika palata kotiin.

Kirjeessä jonka kirjoitin
kerroin asioita joita en koskaan sanonut
siksi en voi palata kotiin.

Kirje jonka kirjoitit
oliko se kirje ystävältä?
minun on saatava tietää

*

The Letter

In the letter that you wrote
I heard the words that you never spoke
It is time for you to come home

And in the letter that I wrote
were the words I never spoke
This is why I cant come home

And in the letter that you wrote
was it a letter as a friend?
This is what i must know

The Black Heart Procession - The Letter

2009-02-02T19:28:00.000+02:00

In brightest day, in blackest night,
No evil shall escape my sight,
Let those who worship evil's might
Fear my power, green lantern's light.

roses are red
violets are blue
all of my base
are belong to you

Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but whips and chains excite me.
So throw me down on the ground,
and show me that you like me.

2009-01-14T12:48:00.001+02:00

I've packed the brownies of the Men from Mars
I leak the Plague from my nether parts
opiates are the *mass* of my religion
I steer my *own* god damn evolution!

I kidnapped the future and ransomed it for the past
I gave Mother Nature a high-protein tonsil wash
Come *on* and give me cancer
I'll spit up the tumor and butter my *bread* with it

I'm a fission reactor, I fart plutonium!
Power plants are fueled by the spew of my brow
I do it for *fun*! I *cannot* be tracked on radar!
when they plug *me* in, the lights go out in the Asia!

(The Subgenius Brag Generator)

2009-01-14T01:09:00.000+02:00

There's comfort and control, it's safe for you and me.
News for the surface shows how hard life there can be.
why live in danger ? why live with pain ?
People from the surface find it hard to explain.
-- Quasi: Our Happiness Is Guaranteed

2009-01-07T15:24:00.000+02:00

"Two roads diverged in the woods. I took the one less traveled, and had to eat bugs until Park rangers rescued me." -- Jim Rosenberg

FIFO

2009-01-07T12:58:00.000+02:00

Fit in or fuck off
I smolder with generic rage
How about a nice cup
of shut the fuck up.

2008-12-29T10:01:00.000+02:00

So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

http://immortalpoetry.com/You_Learn

Sabaton: Burn Your Crosses (edit)

2008-12-06T21:37:00.002+02:00

Burn your crosses, make way for science
Christ has only caused death and violence

Mankind's great mistake was to create god
Creation of man, excuse to spill blood

Burn your crosses, make way for science
Burn your crosses, make way for yourself

Zen

2008-11-24T15:52:00.001+02:00

Kuinka ihmeellistä, kuinka salaperäistä!
Kannan polttopuita, vedän vettä.

*

Kun istuu hiljaa tekemättä mitään,
tulee kevät
ja ruoho kasvaa itsestään.

*

Putoavat lehdet
jäävät päälletyksin.
Sateen sade lyö.

2008-11-05T23:36:00.000+02:00

on the water
the reflection
of a wanderer

The road is blocked. The road is blocked.
The dead took it. And the dead will keep it.

2008-11-05T21:56:00.000+02:00

I've Got a Pain in My Sawdust
I've got a pain in my sawdust
That's what's the matter with me
Something is wrong with my little inside
I'm just as sick as can be
Don't let me faint, someone get me a fan
Someone else run for the medicine man
Ev'ryone hurry as fast as you can
I've got a pain in my sawdust

November Symphony

2008-10-19T12:06:00.000+03:00

O.V. de LUBICZ-MILOSZ (1877-1939)

It will be exactly like this life. The same room.
Yes, my child, the same. At dawn the bird of time in the foliage
Pale as a corpse. Then the servants will get up,
And you will hear the frozen noises, in the hollow basins

Of the fountains. O terrible, terrible youth! O empty heart!
It will be exactly like this life. There will be
The poor voices, the voices of winter in old slums,
The glass mender singing his own duet,

The broken grandmother under a dirty bonnet
Crying out the names of fish, the man with the blue apron
Who spits into a hand worn by the wheelbarrow
And yells nobody knows what, like the Angel of Judgment.

It will be exactly like this life. The same table.
The Bible, Goethe, the ink and the smell of time,
The paper, white woman who reads thoughts,
The pen, the portrait. My child, my child!

It will be exactly like this life! — The same garden,
Deep, deep, thick, dim. And towards noon
People will enjoy themselves at being reunited there
Who never met and who do not know

One from another. You will have to dress
As if for a party and go in the night
Of the lost, all alone, without love and without lamp.
It will be exactly like this life. The same parkway:

And (in the autumn afternoon), at the turn of the parkway,
There where the beautiful road goes down shyly, like the woman
Who goes to pick the flowers of convalescence — listen, my child,
We shall meet again, here as of old,

And you have forgotten, the color your dress was then,
But I, I have known only little moments of happiness.
You will be garbed in pale violet, beautiful sorrow!
And the flowers of your hat will be small and sad,

And I will not know their names, for in this life I have known
Only the name of one sad small flower, the forget-me-not,
The old sleeper in the ravines of the land of hide and seek,
The orphan flower. Yes, yes, deep heart, like this life.

And the dim path will be there, all damp
In the echo of waterfalls. And I will tell you
About the city upon the water, and about Rabbi Bacharach,
And about the nights of Florence. There will also be

The sinking wall and down there where the smells
Of the old, old rain and the leprous weeds drowse,
Cold and fat, the hollow flowers shake there
In the dumb stream.

2008-10-18T15:09:00.001+03:00

My body is a cage
That keeps me from dancing with the one I love
But my mind holds the key
My body is a cage
That keeps me from dancing with the one I love
But my mind holds the key

I'm standing on the stage
Of fear and self-doubt
It's a hollow play
But they'll clap anyway

My body is a cage
That keeps me from dancing with the one I love
But my mind holds the key
You're standing next to me
My mind holds the key

I'm living in an age
That calls darkness light
Though my language is dead
Still the shapes fill my head

...

Arcade Fire, My Body Is A Cage

Jokerin laulu (albumista Batman: Tappava pila)

2008-07-01T21:16:00.002+03:00

Kun elämä liiaksi voimille käy,
kun ei valoa pimeydessä näy
kun on maailma täynnä sotaa, hätää, murhaa
on yksi pakotie, se onneen sinut vie,
ja huomaat että ahdistus on turhaa.

Se-se-se sekoo! Mene reilusti järjiltäsi
Se-se-se sekoo! Ota vastaan hullun käsi

Elo on yhtä juhlaa, en hetkeäkään tuhlaa
kun selliin pehmustettuun pääset kuolaamaan
kaks piikkiä per päivä, jo haihtuu huolen häivä
ja vaivut onnelliseen nirvanaan!

Se-se-se sekoo! Anna vaahdon suusta lentää
Se-se-se sekoo! Hoitaja jo luokses entää

Kun ihmiskunta on kuin pahaa unta,
ja kun pommi hirvittää, vaivu psykoosiin,
se tekee hyvää niin, jopas turhat huolet jää!

Ja kun sä se-se-se sekoot, niin tee se kunnolla
käy syvällä, järki hyvällä jätä omallatunnolla
jätä taakses työt ja unettomat yöt, turhan kauan tätä kesti
kun sä saat sen M-kolmosen, jatkuu juhlat ikuisesti!

(suomennos Riku Perälä)

*****

The Joker's Song
Lyrics by Alan Moore (taken from "the Killing Joke")

When the world is full of care
And every headline screams despair,
All is rape, starvation, war and life is vile

Then there's a certain thing I do
Which I shall pass along to you,
That's always guaranteed to make me smile:

I go loo-oo-oony as a light-bulb battered bug!
Simply loo-oo-oony, sometimes foam and chew the rug!

Mister, life is swell
In a padded cell,
It'll chase those blues away:
You can trade your gloom
For a rubber room
And injections twice a day!

Just go loo-oo-oony like an acid casualty,
Or a moo-oo-oonie, or a preacher on T.V.

When the human race
Wears an anxious face,
When the bomb hangs overhead,
When your kid turns blue,
It won't worry you,
You can smile and nod instead.

When you're loo-oo-oony, then you just don't give a fig,
Man's so pu-uu-uny, and the universe so big!

If you hurt inside,
Get certified,
And if life should treat you bad,

Don't get ee-ee-eeven, get mad!

2008-06-07T14:14:00.001+03:00

Minulla ei ole vanhempia: teen taivaasta ja maasta vanhempani
Minulla ei ole kotia: teen tietoisuudesta kotini
Minulla ei ole elämää tai kuolemaa: teen hengityksen vaihteluista elämäni ja kuolemani
Minulla ei ole jumaluutta: teen rehellisyydestä jumaluuteni
Minulla ei ole käteisvaroja: teen ymmärryksestä käteisvarani
Minulla ei ole salataikoja: teen luonteenlujuudesta salataikani
Minulla ei ole ruumista: teen kestävyydestä ruumiini
Minulla ei ole silmiä: teen salamanleimahduksista silmäni
Minulla ei ole korvia: teen herkkyydestä korvani
Minulla ei ole jäseniä: teen ripeydestä jäseneni
Minulla ei ole strategiaa: teen toiminnasta, jota ajatus ei varjosta, strategiani
Minulla ei ole suunnitelmaa: teen tilanteeseen tarttumisesta suunnitelmani
Minulla ei ole ihmeitä: teen oikeasta toiminnasta ihmeeni
Minulla ei ole periaatteita: teen sopeutumisesta kaikkiin olosuhteisiin periaatteeni
Minulla ei ole taktiikkaa: teen tyhjyydestä ja täyteydestä taktiikkani
Minulla ei ole kykyjä: teen nopeasta hoksaamisesta kykyni
Minulla ei ole ystäviä: teen mielestä ystäväni
Minulla ei ole vihamiehiä: teen piittaamattomuudesta vihamieheni
Minulla ei ole sotisopaa: teen hyväntahtoisuudesta ja oikeamielisyydestä sotisopani
Minulla ei ole linnaa: teen järkähtämättömyydestäni linnani
Minulla ei ole miekkaa: teen itsen poissaolosta miekkani

-- Samurairukous noin 1300-luvulta

Suomalainen

2008-05-24T14:44:00.000+03:00

Suomalainen on sellainen joka vastaa kun ei kysytä,
kysyy kun ei vastata, ei vastaa kun kysytään,
sellainen joka eksyy tieltä, huutaa rannalla
ja vastarannalla huutaa toinen samanlainen:
metsä raikuu, kaikuu, hongat humajavat.
Tuolta tulee suomalainen ja ähkyy, on tässä ja ähkyy, tuonne menee
ja ähkyy, on kuin löylyssä ja ähkyy kun toinen heittää kiukaalle vettä.
Sellaisella suomalaisella on aina kaveri, koskaan se ei ole yksin
ja se kaveri on suomalainen.
Eikä suomalaista erota suomalaisesta mikään,
ei mikään paitsi kuolema ja poliisi.

-- Jorma Etto, Ajastaikaa (1964)

2008-05-19T20:18:00.001+03:00

Wang Wei: Replying to Subprefect Zhang

Now in old age, I know the value of silence,
The world's affairs no longer stir my heart.
Turning to myself, I have no greater plan,
All I can do is return to the forest of old.
Wind from the pine trees blows my sash undone,
The moon shines through the hills; I pluck the qin.
You ask me why the world must rise and fall,
Fishermen sing on the steep banks of the river.

Chinese Poems

2008-04-26T19:22:00.000+03:00

Sydäntalven keskeltä löysin itsestäni voittamattoman kesän.
-- Albert Camus

Walt Whitman

2008-04-06T20:23:00.002+03:00

Hando Runnel

2008-04-06T20:19:00.002+03:00

2008-01-10T14:29:00.000+02:00

...Hän, joka rakastaa elämää palavasti suhtautuu aina mustasukkaisesti niihin hetkiin, jotka hänellä on -- Hänen täytyy laskea loppuvan kevään päiviä ja katua surumielisenä sitä, ettei ole tehnyt enempää matkoja tai kävelyretkiä, aivan kuten liikemies ajattelee silloin, kun ei ole saanut päivän aikana myytyä juuri mitään.

2007-11-24T11:21:00.000+02:00

Hobo with a shotgun
Bear with a chainsaw
Tyrannosaurs in F-14s

2007-10-20T11:27:00.000+03:00

If death be good,
Why do the gods not die?
If life be ill,
Why do the gods still live?

If love be naught,
Why do the gods still love?
If love be all,
What should men do but love?

- Sappho

2007-10-12T09:43:00.000+03:00

Religion is the emulation of the adult by the child. Religion is the encysment of past beliefs: mythology, which is guesswork, the hidden assumptions of trust in the universe, those pronouncements which men have made in search of personal power, all of it mingled with shreds of enlightenment. And always the ultimate unspoken commandment is 'Thou shalt not question!' But we question. We break that commandment as a matter of course. The work to which we have set ourselves is the liberating of the imagination, the harnessing of imagination to humankind's deepest sense of creativity.
- Children of Dune

2007-10-06T11:01:00.001+03:00

What is true is already so.
Owning up to it doesn't make it worse.
Not being open about it doesn't make it go away.
And because it's true, it is what is there to be interacted with.
Anything untrue isn't there to be lived.
People can stand what is true,
for they are already enduring it.
-- Eugene Gendlin

2007-10-04T10:02:00.000+03:00

An atheist buys an ancient lamp at an auction, takes it home, and begins to polish it. Suddenly, a genie appears, and says, “I’ll grant you three wishes, Master.” The atheist says, “I wish I could believe in you.” The genie snaps his fingers, and suddenly the atheist believes in him. The atheist says, “Wow. I wish all atheists would believe this.” The genie snaps his fingers again, and suddenly atheists all over the world begin to believe in genies. “What about your third wish?” asks the genie. “Well,” says the atheist, “I wish for a billion dollars.” The genie snaps his fingers for a third time, but nothing happens. “What’s wrong?” asks the atheist. The genie shrugs and says, “Just because you believe in me, doesn’t necessarily mean that I really exist.”

How many atheists does it take to change a light bulb?
Two. One to actually change the bulb, and the other to videotape the job so fundamentalists won’t claim that god did it.

One day, a preacher is walking along the street and he comes across a boy with a box filled with newly-born kittens.
"Boy, what kind of kittens do you have there?" the preacher asks the young boy.
"They're Christian kittens, sir," the boy replies. So the preacher, nods, smiles, and walks along. Two weeks later, he comes across the same boy and asks, "How are those Christian kittens doing?"
The boy smiles at him, looks up, and says, "Oh, they're not Christian kittens anymore."
Shocked by this, the preacher exclaims, "What... why not?!?" The boy continues to smile and looks at him.
"Well, you see, now their eyes are open."

Wilson runs a nail factory and decides his business needs a bit of advertising. He has a chat with a friend who works in marketing and he offers to make a TV ad for Wilson's Nails.
"Give me a week," says the friend, "and I'll be back with a tape."
A week goes by and the marketing executive comes to see Wilson. He puts a cassette in the video and presses play. A Roman soldier is busy nailing Jesus to the cross. He turns to face the camera and says with a grin "Use Wilson's Nails, they'll hold anything."
Wilson goes mad shouting: "What is the matter with you? They'll never show that on TV. Give it another try, but no more Romans crucifying Jesus!"
Another week goes by and the marketing man comes back to see Wilson with another tape. He puts it in the machine and hits play. This time the camera pans out from a Roman standing with his arms folded to show Jesus on the cross. The Roman looks up at him and says 'Wilson's Nails, they'll hold anything'.
Wilson is beside himself. "You don't understand: I don't want anything with Jesus on the cross! Now listen, I'll give you one last chance. Come back in a week with an advertisement that I can broadcast."
A week passes and Wilson waits impatiently. The marketing executive arrives and puts on the new video. A naked man with long hair, gasping for breath, is running across a field. About a dozen Roman soldiers come over the hill, hot on his trail. One of them turns to camera and says 'If only we had used Wilson's Nails!'.

2007-09-29T21:40:00.000+03:00

After Harrison Ford's first performance as a hotel bellhop in the film Dead Heat on a Merry-Go-Round, the studio vice-president called him in to his office. "Sit down kid," the studio head said, "I want to tell you a story. The first time Tony Curtis was ever in a movie he delivered a bag of groceries. We took one look at him and knew he was a movie star." Ford replied, "I thought you were spossed to think that he was a grocery delivery boy." The vice president dismissed Ford with "You ain't got it kid , you ain't got it ... now get out of here."

They Did Not Give Up

2007-09-13T16:28:00.000+03:00

Pokemon of the day: Bomba Tzar

The Courtier's Reply

2007-08-31T11:00:00.000+03:00

Dawkins arrogantly ignores all these deep philosophical ponderings to crudely accuse the Emperor of nudity.

2007-08-11T01:35:00.001+03:00

I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.

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