Another 365 days flown by like 'like farts in the wind' (which is the title of one of his poems): Today my dear friend Giulio Stocchi is celebrating his 'compleanno'.
Auguro a te per le prossimo 366 giorni
salute,
amore,
pace,
ispirazione,
successo,
ozi,
contentezza
e - specialmente se mai qualcosa non immediato vuòle andare liscio -
sereno placidità e viceversa calmo serenità!
May your muse don't stop kissing you, poeta, and may Pegasus give you a good ride. :)
This afternoon I enjoyed hearing the master's voice by listening to 'La Cantata Rossa per Tall el Zaatar' (an album by Gaetano Liguori (music), Giulio Stocchi (text & voce recitante)) and Demetrio Stratos, featuring Concetta Busacca, Pasquale Liguori and Roberto Del Piano, originally released in vinyl LP format, 1976).
But 'The red cantata for Tall el Zaatar' is perhaps a bit dark for such a day.
So may I introduce you to
Pandolfer the cat (translated by Deborah Strozier)
This is the story
of a stray cat with no home
he runs down the streets
the rooftops he roams
yellow is his mane
the color of sulpher
they gave him a name
they called him Pandolfer
Pandolfer the cat
was born in May
he’s big and he’s brave
and he sleeps by day
Pandolfer the cat
is a tiger true
battles with the mice
and wins thirtytwo
By visiting Giulio Stocchi's site and clicking Pandolfer the cat, you get the whole fiaba [not only] per bambini. :)
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Tripling the tribute
Neither I'd forget José Carrasco.
Seems it's a night I do remember some special people, representative for lots of courageous journalists.
Take it as a tribute to all those who had, have and will have the courage to speak out against injustice and totalitarism of any kind.
I am not sure, if I had been or would be such courageous.
The Peace of the Night.
Labels:
civil liberties,
freedom of speech,
José Carrasco,
justice
... and by the way ...
... 104 days before Hrant Dink got murdered, on October 7th, 2006 and thus - again: by the way - coinciding with the anniversary of Vladimir Putin's birthday, Anna Politkovskaya was assassinated.
Since, they say, the inquiries are running at full speed.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Clean your brain, bookseller
Spake Tetrapilotomos:
"Can't understand this. In my bookshelf the Satanic Verses are peacefully embraced by Bible and Koran, and there is no trouble at all. A very touching picture."
Asked I:
And what is it you can't understand?
Spake Tetrapilotomos:
Anyone who would not know that selling books implicates touching books.
Said I:
Sounds paradoxical, indeed.
Spake Tetrapilotomos:
Although it's logic.
Said I:
And the moral of the story?
Spake Tetrapilotomos:
Daily washing doesn't guarantee clean brains.
"Can't understand this. In my bookshelf the Satanic Verses are peacefully embraced by Bible and Koran, and there is no trouble at all. A very touching picture."
Asked I:
And what is it you can't understand?
Spake Tetrapilotomos:
Anyone who would not know that selling books implicates touching books.
Said I:
Sounds paradoxical, indeed.
Spake Tetrapilotomos:
Although it's logic.
Said I:
And the moral of the story?
Spake Tetrapilotomos:
Daily washing doesn't guarantee clean brains.
Labels:
Miscellanies,
Religion,
stupidity
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
What a wonderful world
Welcome, welcome!
Did you have a nice day?
Yes? Oh, how lovely. I am delighted.
Me? Ah, thank you very much. A splendid day it was.
The more as a couple of minutes ago I happened to read one abstract of the Progress Report on Human Civilisation.
Okay, they may have chosen another title, but after reading you will agree that my title is surpassing theirs. Just go on, read it.
And as soon as you have finished, let's altogether lean back and enjoy the rest of this wonderful day.
The Peace of the Night.
Did you have a nice day?
Yes? Oh, how lovely. I am delighted.
Me? Ah, thank you very much. A splendid day it was.
The more as a couple of minutes ago I happened to read one abstract of the Progress Report on Human Civilisation.
Okay, they may have chosen another title, but after reading you will agree that my title is surpassing theirs. Just go on, read it.
And as soon as you have finished, let's altogether lean back and enjoy the rest of this wonderful day.
The Peace of the Night.
Labels:
civilization,
huMAN rights,
Iran
Monday, January 14, 2008
Do you speak Guernésiais?
While I was enjoying a "postless weekend", Jams O'Donnell has been pretty productive.
All three postings are very interesting, and therefore recommended:
One about a Hadrian expedition in London, the doors to which will be opened in July;
one about attempts to save a language most of us would not even have known it exists;
one poison cabinet story about a considered coup which, for a change, did not happen.
Jams, your host at The Poor Mouth will be glad to welcome you and answer your comments.
All three postings are very interesting, and therefore recommended:
One about a Hadrian expedition in London, the doors to which will be opened in July;
one about attempts to save a language most of us would not even have known it exists;
one poison cabinet story about a considered coup which, for a change, did not happen.
Jams, your host at The Poor Mouth will be glad to welcome you and answer your comments.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Embedded perversion
Today, leafing through one of my Moleskines, following entry - although almost four years old - again let my blood boil:
"The attack began shortly after 6:00 a.m. on March 20th, 2003"
Self-promoting ad on ABC, March19th, 2003:
AS IT HAPPENS
New
technology
will bring war
to your living
room
"The attack began shortly after 6:00 a.m. on March 20th, 2003"
Labels:
journalism,
Journalist's Code of Ethics,
media
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Gene-rosity? Cui bono?!
Shortly after my visit at (the herewith recommended) Postman Patel where I "stumbled upon" the link to my latest post I "stumbled upon" this.
Oh, well, reading carefully what I portioned into this evening's three posts you will surely find ...
The Peace of the Night. :)
Oh, well, reading carefully what I portioned into this evening's three posts you will surely find ...
The Peace of the Night. :)
"Pearls" before the swine?
From the Monsanto-pigs to the wheat and soya prices.
May I remind you of we are still on the topic (worldwide) food-monopoly?
Thank you very much. :)
May I remind you of we are still on the topic (worldwide) food-monopoly?
Thank you very much. :)
Labels:
food-monopoly,
greed,
megalomania,
Monsanto,
Omnium,
organized crime
Rather a Dandy than a pig
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
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
Labels:
common purpose,
crime,
food-monopoly,
greed,
literature,
megalomania,
Monsanto,
Omnium,
pigs
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
But one quotation
There is scarcely anything more important in the government of men than the exact - I will even say - the pedantic - observance of the regular forms by which the guilt or innocence of accused persons is determined.
Winston Churchill
Winston Churchill
Labels:
justice,
Miscellanies,
quotations
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."
Labels:
history,
language,
literature,
Miscellanies,
Omnium,
Tetrapilotomy
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