Well, Brummel, d'Orsay, Baudelaire, Barbey d'Aurevilly, Wilde and des Esseintes (the protagonist in Huysman's À Rebours) kept me busy for a while.
A work about Dandysm in the English and the French literature of the late 19th century.
Work? Rather a pleasure; except for those moments, minutes, hours a chosen word, a phrase, a metapher would not fit, or a smooth transition to the next aspect not be found. At times, no doubt, the master in the devil's kitchen would have demonically smiled about this polite blogger knowing so many wonderful swearwords. :)
By the way, although Dandysm is pronounced dead, when reading this or that detail I'd immediately think of this and that contemporary.
And now - with thanks to the Monty Pythons - for something completely different: Pigs.
to be definitively continued
Showing posts with label Omnium. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Omnium. Show all posts
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Monday, January 07, 2008
Literary afternoon
That he knew human nature well, and that he had adopted the only course which could place him in a prominent light, and would enable him to separate himself from society of ordinary herd of men, whom he held in considerable contempt.
Here I stopped reading out, and asked my friend: "Do you think, this hits the mark?"
Taking his silence was consent, I went on:
There was a heartlessness in his character, a spirit of gay misanthropy, a cynical, depreciating view of society, an absence of high-minded generous sentiment, a treacherous versatility, and deep powers of deceit.
"And? Doesn't it ..." At this moment I realized that Tetrapilotomos was enjoying his afternoon nap in my wing chair.
The more surprised I felt when suddenly I heard the sleeper declamate as if his voice were centuries old:
"I looked for no less, my lord, from your High Magnificence, and I have to tell you that the boon I have asked and your liberality has granted is that you shall dub me knight to-morrow morning, and that to-night I shall watch my arms in the chapel of this your castle; thus tomorrow, as I have said, will be accomplished what I so much desire, enabling me lawfully to roam through all the four quarters of the world seeking adventures on behalf of those in distress, as is the duty of chivalry and of knights-errant like, whose ambition is directed to such deeds."
Here I stopped reading out, and asked my friend: "Do you think, this hits the mark?"
Taking his silence was consent, I went on:
There was a heartlessness in his character, a spirit of gay misanthropy, a cynical, depreciating view of society, an absence of high-minded generous sentiment, a treacherous versatility, and deep powers of deceit.
"And? Doesn't it ..." At this moment I realized that Tetrapilotomos was enjoying his afternoon nap in my wing chair.
The more surprised I felt when suddenly I heard the sleeper declamate as if his voice were centuries old:
"I looked for no less, my lord, from your High Magnificence, and I have to tell you that the boon I have asked and your liberality has granted is that you shall dub me knight to-morrow morning, and that to-night I shall watch my arms in the chapel of this your castle; thus tomorrow, as I have said, will be accomplished what I so much desire, enabling me lawfully to roam through all the four quarters of the world seeking adventures on behalf of those in distress, as is the duty of chivalry and of knights-errant like, whose ambition is directed to such deeds."
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
And what next?
As you might be able to imagine I had a very pleasant time between Christmas and New Year's Day.
Example: While I'd be busy with one of my gifts – a mortar – Tetrapilotomos would read to me out of his present: “Nietzsche für Boshafte”; in English the title might read “Nietzsche for malicious (readers)”.
Well, today, I was just extremely busy with preparing a Rucola pesto, out of the blue I heard my closest friend saying, his voice maliciously purring:
”By the way, Sean, may I congratulate you and your comrades-without-arms on your exorbitant blogospheric triumph in 2007, and may I ask what country's people you are going to freeing this year?”
And when I turned round, my brows forming a question mark:
“Last year you freed Burma, didn’t you?”
My right hand clasping the vessel I was just about saying something like ”And this is a mortar, and you are a mortal”, but in this moment Tetrapilotomos smiled:
”No offence, Sean! Just a tiny piece of sarcasm. Read this."
The rest was silence.
Monday, December 17, 2007
Swearboarding for Saudi Machos
Yesterday, by scroogling Lord Ahmed and Fethullah Gülen in order to find articles in which both gentlemen would be mentioned I did again stumble over something completely different: this one month old article.
And again I felt the almost untamable wish to at least let the judges and everybody (!) responsible for enabling such "legal practice" know the myriads of curses, maledictions and swear-words my closest friend and I have been collecting, so far.
Yes, deeply I did regret that once I promised myself to keep contenance when blogging.
End of the beforegoing.
Today, what a surprise, one could read this.
Relief for the woman, yes.
But did the news calm my furor? Not at all.
And so, in a few minutes, after having fallen into the feathers and having put the head on my pillow I shall hopefully get presented the same dream I enjoyed the night before.
The King of Saudi Arabia, his complete entourage including judges and clergy being sent from the desert into the devils' kitchen where they are getting preferential treatment: Heaviest swearboarding which would not end before these ... hm ... these gentlemen would promise with immediate effect to veil their faces up til infinity and walk four steps behind their wives when lugging the shopping bags.
The Peace of the Night.
And again I felt the almost untamable wish to at least let the judges and everybody (!) responsible for enabling such "legal practice" know the myriads of curses, maledictions and swear-words my closest friend and I have been collecting, so far.
Yes, deeply I did regret that once I promised myself to keep contenance when blogging.
End of the beforegoing.
Today, what a surprise, one could read this.
Relief for the woman, yes.
But did the news calm my furor? Not at all.
And so, in a few minutes, after having fallen into the feathers and having put the head on my pillow I shall hopefully get presented the same dream I enjoyed the night before.
The King of Saudi Arabia, his complete entourage including judges and clergy being sent from the desert into the devils' kitchen where they are getting preferential treatment: Heaviest swearboarding which would not end before these ... hm ... these gentlemen would promise with immediate effect to veil their faces up til infinity and walk four steps behind their wives when lugging the shopping bags.
The Peace of the Night.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Kafka, the Kremlin and Kasparov
"Am in Erzurum. The
worshippers to dead
sardines' heads are
forming a
supranational elite.
Until soon,
kind regards,
Tetrapilotomos."
You remember this message I received November 16th?
Well, since, I had been living lovely quiet days, snapping at the chance to rereading parts of the correspondence between Voltaire and Frederic II., Saramago's The Seeing, and, after all, listening to Harry Rowohlt reading the complete volume of Sterne's Tristram Shandy, altogether 23 hours and 24 minutes on 22 CDs which had been last year's Christmas present.
There had been but five more messages, each containing of three words: Am in Istanbul, Am in Stockholm, Am in Moscow, Am in Bern. The last arrived Wednesday evening: Am in Lisbon.
Now, tonight watching the beginning of Kafka's "Castle", who drops in?
Right. My closest friend.
Here I am.
Welcome back, Tetrapilotomos. How ...
Ah, Kafka's Kremlin. Ulrich Mühe is brilliant in the Kasparov role.
You did not have a date with Mary Jo?
No.
Tetrapilotomos! Kafka took his last dwelling six feet under almost 40 years before Kasparov made his first move by leaving his first dame.
Are you sure?
A strong tea, Tetrapilotomos?
Yes. As K. awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed into an asteroid; in 1983 this asteroid would be discovered by Randolph Kirk and Donald Rudy who would name it 3412 Kafka, and in the same year "Amerika" would be published. Sean, don't you understand? It's a gig.....
Coming to think of it I do hastily agree. Otherwise, in a minute you'll tell Flann O'Brien is Kafka's reincarnation.
Was.
Is. Anyway, it's lovely to have you back, my friend. It was so quiet and I missed you so much.
Alright, seriously: But you will agree if Kafka were Russian, he would be a Costumbrista writer, won't you?
Would he be a Costumbrista writer, he were Mexican.
Why? Take it as an ingredient of globalisation ... or, this may please you more, of Omnium.
Well, actually I had intended to watch the film and afterwards to hear Tetrapilotomos telling a few (!) tales of his trip.
Instead, I did see nothing of the film, and ... the rest you know.
Now I am tired. Suppose tomorrow I'll need nerves of steel.
The peace of the night.
- - -
For those interested to read a little more about the (unfinished) novel, the film and its director: Voilà.
More about Kafka - and surprisingly not bad for the beginning - you find here.
And for those who could not get enough, highly commended: The Kafka Project.
worshippers to dead
sardines' heads are
forming a
supranational elite.
Until soon,
kind regards,
Tetrapilotomos."
You remember this message I received November 16th?
Well, since, I had been living lovely quiet days, snapping at the chance to rereading parts of the correspondence between Voltaire and Frederic II., Saramago's The Seeing, and, after all, listening to Harry Rowohlt reading the complete volume of Sterne's Tristram Shandy, altogether 23 hours and 24 minutes on 22 CDs which had been last year's Christmas present.
There had been but five more messages, each containing of three words: Am in Istanbul, Am in Stockholm, Am in Moscow, Am in Bern. The last arrived Wednesday evening: Am in Lisbon.
Now, tonight watching the beginning of Kafka's "Castle", who drops in?
Right. My closest friend.
Here I am.
Welcome back, Tetrapilotomos. How ...
Ah, Kafka's Kremlin. Ulrich Mühe is brilliant in the Kasparov role.
You did not have a date with Mary Jo?
No.
Tetrapilotomos! Kafka took his last dwelling six feet under almost 40 years before Kasparov made his first move by leaving his first dame.
Are you sure?
A strong tea, Tetrapilotomos?
Yes. As K. awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed into an asteroid; in 1983 this asteroid would be discovered by Randolph Kirk and Donald Rudy who would name it 3412 Kafka, and in the same year "Amerika" would be published. Sean, don't you understand? It's a gig.....
Coming to think of it I do hastily agree. Otherwise, in a minute you'll tell Flann O'Brien is Kafka's reincarnation.
Was.
Is. Anyway, it's lovely to have you back, my friend. It was so quiet and I missed you so much.
Alright, seriously: But you will agree if Kafka were Russian, he would be a Costumbrista writer, won't you?
Would he be a Costumbrista writer, he were Mexican.
Why? Take it as an ingredient of globalisation ... or, this may please you more, of Omnium.
*
Well, actually I had intended to watch the film and afterwards to hear Tetrapilotomos telling a few (!) tales of his trip.
Instead, I did see nothing of the film, and ... the rest you know.
Now I am tired. Suppose tomorrow I'll need nerves of steel.
The peace of the night.
- - -
For those interested to read a little more about the (unfinished) novel, the film and its director: Voilà.
More about Kafka - and surprisingly not bad for the beginning - you find here.
And for those who could not get enough, highly commended: The Kafka Project.
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
A chimpanzee for president!
Reading this will let you understand why (most) politicians as soon as the polls close would have forgotten all they promised on the hustings.
Sunday, December 02, 2007
News from Russia ha ha ha
There have been elections in Russia?
I see.
The media are selling the results as news.
A "news" which a ready wit might have written twelve weeks or twelve months beforehand with sufficient accuracy.
I see.
The media are selling the results as news.
A "news" which a ready wit might have written twelve weeks or twelve months beforehand with sufficient accuracy.
Saturday, December 01, 2007
Pen and ink make me think
Hm. Yes. Extraordinarily busy not writing, for a while, I've been.
Not writing? Well, rather I should write posting.
It's been nice, for a change, using the long neglected pen.
Dipping the pen into the ink pot makes me think much more concentrated.
It's not such easy to delete typos or "wrongly" chosen words.
And, although a beloved person once told/taught me that "the perfectionism is the enemy of the good", I am still trying to be (as) perfect (as possible).
:))) No. Not in English.
When using the pen(cil) I do still prefer the language I sucked from my mother's breasts.
And therefore you will not read here what I put to paper during the past fortnight.
Perhaps - who knows - one day someone who sucked the English language from his mother's breasts will translate it in a hopefully congenial way. :)
Before, though, you may read some most imperfect posts.
The peace of the night. :)
Not writing? Well, rather I should write posting.
It's been nice, for a change, using the long neglected pen.
Dipping the pen into the ink pot makes me think much more concentrated.
It's not such easy to delete typos or "wrongly" chosen words.
And, although a beloved person once told/taught me that "the perfectionism is the enemy of the good", I am still trying to be (as) perfect (as possible).
:))) No. Not in English.
When using the pen(cil) I do still prefer the language I sucked from my mother's breasts.
And therefore you will not read here what I put to paper during the past fortnight.
Perhaps - who knows - one day someone who sucked the English language from his mother's breasts will translate it in a hopefully congenial way. :)
Before, though, you may read some most imperfect posts.
The peace of the night. :)
Thursday, November 22, 2007
109,263 tiny mistakes
Knowledge is power.
The President of the United States is (said to be) the most powerful human being on this planet.
George Walker Bush gained his knowledge in Texas.
This explains a lot.
The President of the United States is (said to be) the most powerful human being on this planet.
George Walker Bush gained his knowledge in Texas.
This explains a lot.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Another self-styled elite
Nothing is as old as yesterday's news, unless you would not find it in "your" media.
Alright, a conference titled "Muslim World in Transition: Contributions of the Gülen Movement" being hold, let's say in Erzurum would probably not attract many media to send a reporter team to Anatolia.
But when above mentioned conference takes place in London and is being inaugurated at The House of Lords one might think this would attract some interest in times when the Labour Party's "favourite think-tank" favours the idea of downgrading Christmas in favour of festivals from other religions to improve race relations.
No?
Well, it's good for Fethullah Gülen to have a Journalists and Writers Foundation spreading his words and running his own newspaper.
In Today's Zaman - by the way, a nice little gem: Reading Zaman (Times) backwards you get Namaz (Prayer) -, October 27th one could find following headline: "Gülen Movement forms supranational new elite".
Two days later, Fethullah Gülen's most eloquent mouthpiece, Mustafa Akyol, in the Turkish Daily News let follow this column.
The final sentences: "Alas, if the Islamic world will be able to breed a “dynamic” interpretation of its faith, then Turkey, it seems, will be one of its main architects. So, keep watching."
So be it!
For a beginning, apropos watching: what one would neither find in the articles above nor in this opulent file, you will find in this enlightening article by ... ? ... by ... ? right: by Mustafa Akyol.
Postscriptum:
Lots of links, dear readers?
Ah, it's just but a shortlist. :)
There are many more. Too many for one post.
More about this issue as soon as my closest friend is back. Today he sent a message.
"Am in Erzurum. The
worshippers of dead
sardines' heads are
forming a
supranational elite.
Until soon,
kind regards,
Tetrapilotomos."
Alright, a conference titled "Muslim World in Transition: Contributions of the Gülen Movement" being hold, let's say in Erzurum would probably not attract many media to send a reporter team to Anatolia.
But when above mentioned conference takes place in London and is being inaugurated at The House of Lords one might think this would attract some interest in times when the Labour Party's "favourite think-tank" favours the idea of downgrading Christmas in favour of festivals from other religions to improve race relations.
No?
Well, it's good for Fethullah Gülen to have a Journalists and Writers Foundation spreading his words and running his own newspaper.
In Today's Zaman - by the way, a nice little gem: Reading Zaman (Times) backwards you get Namaz (Prayer) -, October 27th one could find following headline: "Gülen Movement forms supranational new elite".
Two days later, Fethullah Gülen's most eloquent mouthpiece, Mustafa Akyol, in the Turkish Daily News let follow this column.
The final sentences: "Alas, if the Islamic world will be able to breed a “dynamic” interpretation of its faith, then Turkey, it seems, will be one of its main architects. So, keep watching."
So be it!
For a beginning, apropos watching: what one would neither find in the articles above nor in this opulent file, you will find in this enlightening article by ... ? ... by ... ? right: by Mustafa Akyol.
Postscriptum:
Lots of links, dear readers?
Ah, it's just but a shortlist. :)
There are many more. Too many for one post.
More about this issue as soon as my closest friend is back. Today he sent a message.
"Am in Erzurum. The
worshippers of dead
sardines' heads are
forming a
supranational elite.
Until soon,
kind regards,
Tetrapilotomos."
Saturday, November 03, 2007
There is still hope
Ladies, gentlemen,
friends,
readers and leaders beyond authority,
what a marvellous week we had, Tetrapilotomos and I,
he brightened the earth, I polished the "Why" [sic: not the "sky"]
In other words: I did some research.
And the few hours Tetrapilotomos and I shared we spent watching an old spider
weaving its net and then waiting for its prey.
End of the beforegoing.
Such tiny questions, and what reactions. :)
Common-purpose-net,
gateway-303.energis.gsi.gov.uk,
gateway-202.energis.gsi.gov.uk;
to cut it short: Quite a few leaders beyond authority vistited my blog since October 29th.
As I know, my frequent readers and my friends will let dispense lenity;
therefore, some lines exclusively for leaders beyond authority:
It's not easy to make a living. You may have a family. Therefore I am happy you have found a job that fits your abilities. Last not least, undoubtedly you are just fulfilling your order
[which, by the way, most war-criminals would say when being accused of atrocities].
Indeed, my heart rose like a falcon up to the sky when noticing that one member of your team of leaders beyond authority would even check the label "Omnium". A real connoisseur. Chapeau!
I hope you enjoyed widening your horizon at the expense of British tax-payers, although I am sure with a little more organising ability at least one of you could have checked the books and within minutes sent me the answers, at least the one for question b.
Ah well, nobody is perfect.
Now you read my advice which is, of course, free of charge - as I wish to disburden your tax-payers - I am waiting with burning patience, though.
Yours sincerely . . .
And now - not to leave you lost - some facts for you, dear regular readers:
a) The leader beyond authority visiting via Common-purpose-net just stayed 1 min 56 secs.
b) afterwards I got visitors via the mentioned GSIs and some other enthusiasts; one (?) would even stay for more than nine hours [although I hope there was a shift changeover; it's not good for one's eyes to be online such long].
Why?
Now wouldn't I hide my light under a bushel, but this was amazing.
Such innocent tiny questions - which by the way occured while researching into something completely different - and such a traffic on my site?!
I mean, I did just ask [, didn't I?].
There is no reason to mistrust a charity - I repeat: a charity - with such a charming name, isn't there?
I have no doubt at all that a charity calling itself "Common Purpose" would intend nothing else but the best for humankind. In other words: I felt sure by doing a little research I should easily find reliable independent sources giving evidence of that all these leaders beyond authority are kind humans.
Unfortunately, up til now I could not find any reliable independant source telling something positive about Common Purpose.
Still, there is some hope.
The altruistic leaders beyond any authority are weaving their net in quite a few countries. And as when a boy I was lazy in learning vocabularies I do not speak as many languages as I should like being able to speak [today].
Therefore I asked some colleagues in various countries to find as much evidence as possible that Common Purpose is as charitable, humanitarian and philantropic as they are telling on their websites.
As soon as there is a positive feedback I shall let you know.
Meanwhile I can unfortunately recommend just websites where you would find nasty bloggers writing nasty things about Common Purpose.
To me it sounds like a conspiracy theory. But who am I to judge what is right, and what is wrong?
The best will be you take your time, read carefully and form your own opinion.
http://thejournal.parker-joseph.co.uk/blog/_archives/2007/11/2/3328667.html
http://thesocietyofqualifiedarchivists.blogspot.com/2007/09/common-purpose.html
http://nourishingobscurity.blogspot.com/2007/11/micro-control-5-time-will-confirm-or.html
Well, and even the Devil in his kitchen has obviously "been aware of Common Purpose for some time and may well write about it at some stage". In the meantime, he offers to watch a video about "this rather sinister organisation".
Apropos "sinister": He did not use one of his favourite words which sounds like the name of a great German philosopher, and therefore I hope there is still hope.
Dum spiro spero.
PS:
Additional you may find shallow information about GSI (Government security net) here.
The Peace of the Night! :)
friends,
readers and leaders beyond authority,
what a marvellous week we had, Tetrapilotomos and I,
he brightened the earth, I polished the "Why" [sic: not the "sky"]
In other words: I did some research.
And the few hours Tetrapilotomos and I shared we spent watching an old spider
weaving its net and then waiting for its prey.
End of the beforegoing.
Such tiny questions, and what reactions. :)
Common-purpose-net,
gateway-303.energis.gsi.gov.uk,
gateway-202.energis.gsi.gov.uk;
to cut it short: Quite a few leaders beyond authority vistited my blog since October 29th.
As I know, my frequent readers and my friends will let dispense lenity;
therefore, some lines exclusively for leaders beyond authority:
It's not easy to make a living. You may have a family. Therefore I am happy you have found a job that fits your abilities. Last not least, undoubtedly you are just fulfilling your order
[which, by the way, most war-criminals would say when being accused of atrocities].
Indeed, my heart rose like a falcon up to the sky when noticing that one member of your team of leaders beyond authority would even check the label "Omnium". A real connoisseur. Chapeau!
I hope you enjoyed widening your horizon at the expense of British tax-payers, although I am sure with a little more organising ability at least one of you could have checked the books and within minutes sent me the answers, at least the one for question b.
Ah well, nobody is perfect.
Now you read my advice which is, of course, free of charge - as I wish to disburden your tax-payers - I am waiting with burning patience, though.
Yours sincerely . . .
And now - not to leave you lost - some facts for you, dear regular readers:
a) The leader beyond authority visiting via Common-purpose-net just stayed 1 min 56 secs.
b) afterwards I got visitors via the mentioned GSIs and some other enthusiasts; one (?) would even stay for more than nine hours [although I hope there was a shift changeover; it's not good for one's eyes to be online such long].
Why?
Now wouldn't I hide my light under a bushel, but this was amazing.
Such innocent tiny questions - which by the way occured while researching into something completely different - and such a traffic on my site?!
I mean, I did just ask [, didn't I?].
There is no reason to mistrust a charity - I repeat: a charity - with such a charming name, isn't there?
I have no doubt at all that a charity calling itself "Common Purpose" would intend nothing else but the best for humankind. In other words: I felt sure by doing a little research I should easily find reliable independent sources giving evidence of that all these leaders beyond authority are kind humans.
Unfortunately, up til now I could not find any reliable independant source telling something positive about Common Purpose.
Still, there is some hope.
The altruistic leaders beyond any authority are weaving their net in quite a few countries. And as when a boy I was lazy in learning vocabularies I do not speak as many languages as I should like being able to speak [today].
Therefore I asked some colleagues in various countries to find as much evidence as possible that Common Purpose is as charitable, humanitarian and philantropic as they are telling on their websites.
As soon as there is a positive feedback I shall let you know.
Meanwhile I can unfortunately recommend just websites where you would find nasty bloggers writing nasty things about Common Purpose.
To me it sounds like a conspiracy theory. But who am I to judge what is right, and what is wrong?
The best will be you take your time, read carefully and form your own opinion.
http://thejournal.parker-joseph.co.uk/blog/_archives/2007/11/2/3328667.html
http://thesocietyofqualifiedarchivists.blogspot.com/2007/09/common-purpose.html
The following five should be read one by one :
http://nourishingobscurity.blogspot.com/2007/10/micro-control-oil-isis-and-lots-of.html
http://nourishingobscurity.blogspot.com/2007/10/micro-control-2-how-to-recognize-it.html
http://nourishingobscurity.blogspot.com/2007/10/micro-control-3-pinning-bstds-down.html
http://nourishingobscurity.blogspot.com/2007/11/micro-control-5-time-will-confirm-or.html
Well, and even the Devil in his kitchen has obviously "been aware of Common Purpose for some time and may well write about it at some stage". In the meantime, he offers to watch a video about "this rather sinister organisation".
Apropos "sinister": He did not use one of his favourite words which sounds like the name of a great German philosopher, and therefore I hope there is still hope.
Dum spiro spero.
PS:
Additional you may find shallow information about GSI (Government security net) here.
The Peace of the Night! :)
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Three questions just for common purpose
Isn't it strange what questions occur, when one is interested in everything, which is Omnium?
And do I need (to?) say that I should not ask following questions, if I were not convinced they are being asked for common purpose?
a) What has the Council of European Jaamat
in common with
the Criminal Records Bureau?
b) What common purpose let the the Criminal Records Bureau decide to award 32.000 pounds of its "challenge fund" to an organisation calling itself Common Purpose, and what was the quid pro pro?
c) What is the criminal record of Common Purpose?
And do I need (to?) say that I should not ask following questions, if I were not convinced they are being asked for common purpose?
a) What has the Council of European Jaamat
in common with
the Criminal Records Bureau?
b) What common purpose let the the Criminal Records Bureau decide to award 32.000 pounds of its "challenge fund" to an organisation calling itself Common Purpose, and what was the quid pro pro?
c) What is the criminal record of Common Purpose?
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Shit happens
Wanderer, if you come to Harran, beware of your peristalsis.
Short Postskriptum:
Dear readers,
to find the four letter word in the title above, undoubtedly will have irritated your eyes, as you would not expect such a word when visiting this blog.
Let me, therefore, try to explain what let me feel the urgent need to confront you with an aprosdoketon of this kind.
Originally, of course, I pondered about headlines such as
Modern twin town of Gotham and Schilda found(ed) in Turkey
or
Yippie yippie yooh: Turkey ripe for the EU
or
A (septic) tank is not a tank is not a tank . . .
[if you don't believe me, ask General Büyükanit]
Considering - for various reasons, which to elucidate would take too long - all these headlines too long, I went on rummaging all shelves and drawers in the delivering room of my thoughts, when suddenly the poison cupboard fell open.
Probably my fault, as I suppose I did not lock it properly when lodging the latest word I had found when visiting . . . ah, I should rather not tell.
Anyway, what a mess. Fortunately, not all words had dropped out; still, more than you would find in the Devil's Kitchen, and therefore it took me quite a while to put them all back.
Ah well, as you have come to know and appreciate I am not a man of many words and thus far from being blithering, chatty, gabby, garrulous, gossipy, loquacious and so on, to meet your expectations I shall cut this long story roundly short, and - the more as I am convinced that brevity is the soul of the wit - immediately come to the essential inheritent interior essence which is hidden in the root of the kernel of everything:
Yes, for about half an hour, or so, I contemplated following alternative.
Dark matter happens
But this would have been the more irritating, wouldn't it?
And, after all: Shit is part of Omnium, isn't it? :)
Short Postskriptum:
Dear readers,
to find the four letter word in the title above, undoubtedly will have irritated your eyes, as you would not expect such a word when visiting this blog.
Let me, therefore, try to explain what let me feel the urgent need to confront you with an aprosdoketon of this kind.
Originally, of course, I pondered about headlines such as
Modern twin town of Gotham and Schilda found(ed) in Turkey
or
Yippie yippie yooh: Turkey ripe for the EU
or
A (septic) tank is not a tank is not a tank . . .
[if you don't believe me, ask General Büyükanit]
Considering - for various reasons, which to elucidate would take too long - all these headlines too long, I went on rummaging all shelves and drawers in the delivering room of my thoughts, when suddenly the poison cupboard fell open.
Probably my fault, as I suppose I did not lock it properly when lodging the latest word I had found when visiting . . . ah, I should rather not tell.
Anyway, what a mess. Fortunately, not all words had dropped out; still, more than you would find in the Devil's Kitchen, and therefore it took me quite a while to put them all back.
Ah well, as you have come to know and appreciate I am not a man of many words and thus far from being blithering, chatty, gabby, garrulous, gossipy, loquacious and so on, to meet your expectations I shall cut this long story roundly short, and - the more as I am convinced that brevity is the soul of the wit - immediately come to the essential inheritent interior essence which is hidden in the root of the kernel of everything:
Yes, for about half an hour, or so, I contemplated following alternative.
Dark matter happens
But this would have been the more irritating, wouldn't it?
And, after all: Shit is part of Omnium, isn't it? :)
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Audiatur et altera pars
Yesterday night I had an interesting conversation with my closest friend which I want to share with you.
Confess, I am still a little puzzled. Here we go.
Tetrapilotomos?
Hm.
Busy with pre Aztecan philately?
No. Translating Post Eastern Bloc fairy tales into Latin.
Interesting. Your latest five words, so far?
. . . Cloaca Maxima. Pecunia non olet .
Never?
Try these paltry shillings.
Hm, indeed. Can’t smell anything.
Quod erat demonstrandum.
What is your current fairy tale’s title, and what is the tale about?
The poor prisoner who became a billionaire and . . . or well, to cut it short: It’s about organized crime, its increasing threat and influence on people's daily life, and about that the majority of common people - rather than caring about their freedom - are interested in panem et circenses.
Interesting coincidence. Did you read this?
Yes, and most links; and the links to the links.
And? Alarming, isn’t it?
Yes, according to my informant, her source assures the story is stinking to heaven.
Any details? What would your informant's source tell?
For the beginning, some rhetoric questions. Would Mr Putin closely associate with Mr. Usmanov, if he were not a true democrat?
Hm.
Doesn't speak for his virtues when a humble, innocent ex-prisoner being released, before you could spell bandit becomes a billionaire?
Hm.
Can an art lover be wicked?
Hm.
Would the owner of newspapers promote censorship?
Hm.
Didn't Mr Usmanov become President of the European Fencing Confederation, last not least because in his programm he proposed 'improvement and democratization'?
Hm. To be honest, I did not ask myself any of these questions before.
I thought so. According to my informant, his source moreover assures Mr Usmanov is a lover of the poor.
Of course, otherwise he would not be a billionaire.
No irony, please. And he loves Arse . . .
Bandits would not be his friends?
Not as far as according to my informant her source would tell.
Her source, his source, her source! Is your informant a he or a she?
No comment. Informant protection. Forgotten the good old codex?
Hm. Sorry for interrupting.
You are welcome.
May I humbly add one question?
This is still a free country.
Why would Mr Usmanov wash, eh ... spend his pocket money in England. Why would'nt he try to win the Champion's League with a Club like Gazprom Tashkent?
Interesting question. I shall forward it to my informant who will forward it to her source who ...
. . . will personally ask Mr Usmanov? After all, he seems to be a jolly good fellow who would do no harm to anybody.
Hm.
Tetrapilotomos! What's the matter? Where have your thoughts been?
I was thinking about Mr Usmanov's wife and rhythmic gymnastics, and suddenly . . . or well: And the creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig again, but already . . . and then: Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
There would not be many people being able to follow the wondrous paths of your thoughts, Tetrapilotomos. Apropos "diet": Has your informant's source ever met Mr. Usmanov?
According to my informant's information, yes.
Her or his source is absolutely trustworthy, and would never tell a lie?
According to my informant's information: Yes.
What did he or she say about Mr. Usmanov's outside appearance?
A true asketic. Compared to him Twiggy was Miss Piggy.
And I came to the conclusion:
All I read was an illusion,
for to reason pointedly:
what must not, that can not be.
Confess, I am still a little puzzled. Here we go.
Tetrapilotomos?
Hm.
Busy with pre Aztecan philately?
No. Translating Post Eastern Bloc fairy tales into Latin.
Interesting. Your latest five words, so far?
. . . Cloaca Maxima. Pecunia non olet .
Never?
Try these paltry shillings.
Hm, indeed. Can’t smell anything.
Quod erat demonstrandum.
What is your current fairy tale’s title, and what is the tale about?
The poor prisoner who became a billionaire and . . . or well, to cut it short: It’s about organized crime, its increasing threat and influence on people's daily life, and about that the majority of common people - rather than caring about their freedom - are interested in panem et circenses.
Interesting coincidence. Did you read this?
Yes, and most links; and the links to the links.
And? Alarming, isn’t it?
Yes, according to my informant, her source assures the story is stinking to heaven.
Any details? What would your informant's source tell?
For the beginning, some rhetoric questions. Would Mr Putin closely associate with Mr. Usmanov, if he were not a true democrat?
Hm.
Doesn't speak for his virtues when a humble, innocent ex-prisoner being released, before you could spell bandit becomes a billionaire?
Hm.
Can an art lover be wicked?
Hm.
Would the owner of newspapers promote censorship?
Hm.
Didn't Mr Usmanov become President of the European Fencing Confederation, last not least because in his programm he proposed 'improvement and democratization'?
Hm. To be honest, I did not ask myself any of these questions before.
I thought so. According to my informant, his source moreover assures Mr Usmanov is a lover of the poor.
Of course, otherwise he would not be a billionaire.
No irony, please. And he loves Arse . . .
Bandits would not be his friends?
Not as far as according to my informant her source would tell.
Her source, his source, her source! Is your informant a he or a she?
No comment. Informant protection. Forgotten the good old codex?
Hm. Sorry for interrupting.
You are welcome.
May I humbly add one question?
This is still a free country.
Why would Mr Usmanov wash, eh ... spend his pocket money in England. Why would'nt he try to win the Champion's League with a Club like Gazprom Tashkent?
Interesting question. I shall forward it to my informant who will forward it to her source who ...
. . . will personally ask Mr Usmanov? After all, he seems to be a jolly good fellow who would do no harm to anybody.
Hm.
Tetrapilotomos! What's the matter? Where have your thoughts been?
I was thinking about Mr Usmanov's wife and rhythmic gymnastics, and suddenly . . . or well: And the creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig again, but already . . . and then: Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
There would not be many people being able to follow the wondrous paths of your thoughts, Tetrapilotomos. Apropos "diet": Has your informant's source ever met Mr. Usmanov?
According to my informant's information, yes.
Her or his source is absolutely trustworthy, and would never tell a lie?
According to my informant's information: Yes.
What did he or she say about Mr. Usmanov's outside appearance?
A true asketic. Compared to him Twiggy was Miss Piggy.
And I came to the conclusion:
All I read was an illusion,
for to reason pointedly:
what must not, that can not be.
Friday, September 21, 2007
Another Lip Service Day (for Peace)
As said, today is another Lip Service Day: The so-called International Day of Peace.What's about Famine-Day?
Or will all the actions fill but one little stomach? Today? Right now? The stomach of any child soundless whining at its mother's breast which has no milk?
What is yoga as peace in action but naively acting for the sake of acting?
Peace Day? Or just another day for wheeling and dealing?
Pay Day?
Did you already order the Better World Shopping Guide?
Its FREE ... ehem . . . With your tax deductible donation of $20
Or the better world HANDBOOK?
It's even a bit freer . . . With your tax deductible donation of $50
- - -
Ah, perhaps today I am a little unfair with some nonprofit organisations.
Therefore: only those feeling blamed and insulted by what I wrote above ... only those are meant.
And now for something not completely different.
Today's Peace Day reminds me of the first poem in many many years that I spontaneously wrote in February 2003, when heinous warmongers pulled the strings and let their illiterate puppet threaten the "alliance of the unwilling" by saying "You're either with us, or against us."
New World Order
Those
pleading for peace
without diplomacy
are being taught:
You are an enemy.
- - -
According to Tetrapilotomos the puppet, which barefaced claimed to be a "peaceloving person" could have also declared: "Peace is not of vital interest to my masters. God bless
"To tell the truth", Tetrapilotomos went on, "I'd rather prefer that one day will be said about these and other masters, their puppets and other useful idiots, what in 1588 was a dictum in England: 'God blew his breath, and they were scattered.' Of course, absolute peacefully, and it needn't be a celestial being; a tiny little butterfly in the Amazonian rainforest would do."
Much ado about doing not much
Coincidence?Yesterday, I quoted my closest friend, Tetrapilotomos:
"Sometimes I think: Past is. Is presence. Impossible to let bygones be bygones or even forget about. It’s there. Is presence. And maybe herein lies the reason that we remain unable to learn from the past."
What I had not been aware: Yesterday was so-called Children's Day. In Germany.
At night I read one of these BBC-Listeners from 1959, which - to my great delight - I had only recently rediscovered in a "forgotten" box.
And I found this advert.
Yes. Past is. Is presence. Nothing changed.
Why?
It is not due to any existing or not existing God's will. It is a - perhaps ... probably the infamy of mankind.
And today is another Lip Service Day . . .
And tomorrow . . .
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
The Importance of being E(a)rnest
Mr Ernest W. Chambers once again proves the importance of his being: The 70-year-old Senator of Nebraska (U.S.A.) sues God.
My closest friend Tetrapilotomos first reaction: "I am relieved Mr Chambers did not sue God's wife, too. The more I am looking forward to the trial. It would be interesting to see how Mrs. God manages the earthly affairs, while her husband is living behind bars in his own country."
My closest friend Tetrapilotomos first reaction: "I am relieved Mr Chambers did not sue God's wife, too. The more I am looking forward to the trial. It would be interesting to see how Mrs. God manages the earthly affairs, while her husband is living behind bars in his own country."
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Turkishness unrivalled
By "googling" Argentinianness, Chineseness, Germanness, Hungarianness etc., coming to Turkishness it becomes obvious:
Turkishness is unique!
Evidence: People trying to learn more about history, geography, literature, architecture, poetry, cuisine, music etc., on the first two pages would find nothing but
denigration of Turkishness (2)
insulting Turkishness (15)
belittling Turkishness
degrade Turkishness
Telling this my closest friend whose current topic of research - Pre-Assyrian Philately - is keeping him very busy, did not even look up when saying: "Inferiority complex."
"Tetrapilotomos", I whispered, "mind your tongue! Some people might feel insulted."
"That's it. Exactly those who feel insulted are meant. I can just repeat again and again that according to a Chinese saying those who feel insulted by others confess to their mental, their intellectual inferiority."
And off he went.
Turkishness is unique!
Evidence: People trying to learn more about history, geography, literature, architecture, poetry, cuisine, music etc., on the first two pages would find nothing but
denigration of Turkishness (2)
insulting Turkishness (15)
belittling Turkishness
degrade Turkishness
Telling this my closest friend whose current topic of research - Pre-Assyrian Philately - is keeping him very busy, did not even look up when saying: "Inferiority complex."
"Tetrapilotomos", I whispered, "mind your tongue! Some people might feel insulted."
"That's it. Exactly those who feel insulted are meant. I can just repeat again and again that according to a Chinese saying those who feel insulted by others confess to their mental, their intellectual inferiority."
And off he went.
Friday, August 31, 2007
Ready for the cold Season
January, February, March, April . . ."No. No. No!" I said.
Tetrapilotomos' reaction: brows forming a questionmark.
"It has neither to do anything with politics, nor with language and literature."
"It's part of Omnium", said Tetrapilotomos. "Isn't it politics that your 83-years-old mother-in-law is demonstrating to her neighbours - and thus to the world - that she is ready for another season?
And isn't it lovely to make a joke about her "unspeakables", and she would wholehearted laugh about her wicked son-in-law?"
Sometimes, I repeat: sometimes I do like my friend.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Good night, Turkey, and good luck! III
There may be trouble ahead
But while there is moonlight, and music, and love, and romance
Let's face the music and dance.
Irving Berlin, 1936
He who laughs has not yet heard the bad news.
Bertold Brecht
Ah, if I were to live in Turkey, for sure I could not (easily) sleep tonight.
Therefore, for those visiting me a little more to read, maybe to think about and to reflect, perhaps even to laugh here and there.
Yes, those who have come to know me and my dearest friend - a writer who would not write for reasons I shall probably never understand -, a little better, and whose visits I do appreciate very much, will know that we do rather prefer to look on the bright side of life. And life is bright when we can celebrate our sense for humour, irony and well ... some sarcasm here and there.
Really happy Tetrapilotomos and I however are, when we can lean back.
Today could have become such a day. Burak Bekdil, this year's first Flann O'Brian Prize Winner, and Huysman-Wilde-Prize Winner Mustafa Akyol started a new competition.
The little difference: This time Mr. Bekdil started, Mr. Akyol replied; and, for sure, this time it will be Mr. Bekdil who will give a reply to this reply (if the circumstances will allow).
Allright, ladies and gentlemen, enjoy yourselves first here, then here.
* For those readers who unfortunately happened to miss the first competition it is highly recommended not to miss reading this and this.
But while there is moonlight, and music, and love, and romance
Let's face the music and dance.
Irving Berlin, 1936
He who laughs has not yet heard the bad news.
Bertold Brecht
Ah, if I were to live in Turkey, for sure I could not (easily) sleep tonight.
Therefore, for those visiting me a little more to read, maybe to think about and to reflect, perhaps even to laugh here and there.
Yes, those who have come to know me and my dearest friend - a writer who would not write for reasons I shall probably never understand -, a little better, and whose visits I do appreciate very much, will know that we do rather prefer to look on the bright side of life. And life is bright when we can celebrate our sense for humour, irony and well ... some sarcasm here and there.
Really happy Tetrapilotomos and I however are, when we can lean back.
Today could have become such a day. Burak Bekdil, this year's first Flann O'Brian Prize Winner, and Huysman-Wilde-Prize Winner Mustafa Akyol started a new competition.
The little difference: This time Mr. Bekdil started, Mr. Akyol replied; and, for sure, this time it will be Mr. Bekdil who will give a reply to this reply (if the circumstances will allow).
Allright, ladies and gentlemen, enjoy yourselves first here, then here.
* For those readers who unfortunately happened to miss the first competition it is highly recommended not to miss reading this and this.
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