Social Meteorologists!
Want to beat the summer heat?
Here are links that could defeat
All dat 'fusion in deeclime'
Show you yos; you show me mine:
swimsuits i recommend
economics reports and news links i like
now play some chess or study it
there with your properly attired for
economics conversation inviting engaging
friend, on the beach; with that submarine
re-submerging off Australia. --Ya'll break
a leg! You are certainly welcome!
"...it's what i do!"
"Well, true...but this you also do."
From our ongoing look into literature and its helpmates for
the answer: "What Continues To Be Your Problem, Memphis?"
with the hope and of a design that the entire book, George Orwell's
1984, Interpretations Edited and with an Introduction by Harold
Bloom, be published one day very soon as The Commercial Appeal
du jour. Make it a Sunday; no ads, neither! (sic) Otherwise...
Concept @ 07/15/03-----W.D. BRINDLE/CVG7
George Orwell
Raymond Williams
fr. Chelsea House Publishers, New York, 1987*
"It is not so much a series of books, it is more like a world."
This is Orwell, on Dickens. "It is not so much a series of books,
it is more like a case." This, today (fr. *Culture and Society 1780-
1950 by R.W., Columbia University Press, 1958), is Orwell himself.
We have been using him, since his death, as the ground for a general
argument, but this is not mainly an argument about ideas, it is an
argument about mood. It is not that he was a great artist, whose
experience we have slowly to receive and value. It is not that he
was an important thinker, whose ideas we have to interpret and ex-
amine. His interest lies almost wholly in his frankness. With us,
he inherited a great and humane tradition; with us he sought to apply
it to the contemporary world. He went to books, and found in them the
detail of virtue and truth. He went to experience, and found in it
the practice of loyalty, tolerance and sympathy. But, in the end,
it was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were
striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin muzzled into
his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped
quickly through the glass doors of Vicyory Mansions, though
not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from
entering along with him.
The dust is part of the case: the caustic dust carried by the vile wind.
Democracy, truth, art, equality, culture: all these we carry in our
heads, but, in the street, the wind is everywhere. The great and
humane tradition is a wry joke; in the books it served, but put them
down and look around you. It is not so much a disillusion, it is
more like our actual world.
The situation is a paradox: this kind of tradition, this kind
of dust. We have made Orwell the figure of this paradox: in reacting
to him we are reacting to a commo situation. England took the first
shock of industrialization and its consequences, and from this it
followed, on the one hand, that the humane response was, fine and
deep -- the making of a real tradition; on the other hand that the
material constitution of what was criticized was built widely into
all our lives -- a powerful and committed reality. The interaction
has been long, slow, and at times desperate. A man who lives it on
his own senses is subject to extraordinary pressures. Orwell lived
it, and frankly recorded it: this is why we attend to him. At the
same time, although the situation is common, Orwell's response was
his own, and has to be distinguished. Neither his affiliations, his
difficulties nor his disillusion need to be taken as prescriptive.
In the end, for any proper understanding, it is not so much a case,
it is a series of books.
The total effect of Orwell's work is an effect of paradox. He
was a humane man who communicated an extreme of inhuman terror; a
man committed to decency who actualized a distinctive sqalor. These,
perhaps, are elements of the general paradox. But there are other,
more particular, paradoxes. He was a socialist, who popularized a
severe and damaging criticism of the idea of socialism and of its
adherents. [I'll get this flawless, exquisitely deeply trenchant
(cf. "elegant des Toupalé") essay up here, in toto too, yet.
I pledge this to you, CabVolteers! --WB.MSTR.ED]
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from Keats' Endymion, II
Like thunder clouds that spake to Babylon, 20
And set those old Chaldeans to their tasks.
-- Are then regalities all gilded masks?
No, there are throned seats unscalable
But by a patient wing, a constant spell,
Or by ethereal things that, unconfin'd, 25
Can make a ladder of the eternal wind,
And poise about in cloudy thunder-tents
To watch the abysm-birth of elements.
Aye, 'bove the withering of old-lipp'd Fate
A thousand Powers kepp religious state, 30
In water, fiery realm, and airy bourne;
And, silent as a consecrated urn,
Hold sphery sessions for a season due.
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This is he...Rue d'Auseil on The ForumNet...
So... "go be nice to people." --Lenny Bruce.
Sex Safety Bulletin 2.01 - Beta follows, I'm quite cordial.
Beautiful Russian Girls -- already in love -- Moving To Memphis From "
E ! V ! E ! R ! Y ! W ! H ! E ! R ! E -- what are you going to do about
Memphis Babes; they're doing your bits and routines -- is this not the
birthplace of SEXY? Excuse please? I'm sorry. What are you and I going
to do about this together? My... ---- name ... -- issssz --
"Wallacestein!" [They must live downtown in luxury penthouse
suites they alla time at Bunker 'C'.]
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CVG7's own CAugusteDupin reapplies to The Board of Man on
Wenesday, July 2! Thursday, July 3! Friday, The 4th of July!
[respectfully]
2003!
help me leave this vicinity or sorrow and horror,
come to quite honestly, but by mistake and perfidy,
and I'll make it worth your while--> So,,,
the question is Mr. Employer or awareness adept, are you from:
...Albany or Mt. Vernon NY | or Munich | Cardigan; or Newcastle, Wales?
Mr. Geets Rommo, 1959 Beat, says, "...[(...)]...Man, the answer
...is...out...THERE MAN!.!.!"
[music (over web) Sonny Rollins, "East Broadway Rundown"]
[dissolve in to CAugusteDupin walking down Main St.,
(fingers raking through hair, thinking)]->[jump cut to
close-up, a day earlier keyboarding @ laptop in Gray's
Lounge -- location shot @ 161 Barton St., Memphis, TN;
occasionally raking fingers through hair...waitress
who looks like Nina Simone at 16 only with bright blue
hair (brings Mr. Dupin tea martunis) then:->][jump cut to
screen of laptop with waitress' blurred hand crossing in
front quickly:]
[pan across to television set above bar:]
[jump to frame picture w/sound: Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau
sings on a small stage, with pianist accompanying:)]
Erlkönig [a dream version of this in sonya's dream?] N.B.: This translation is taken from Anthology for Musical Analysis, C. Burkhart; Holt, Rinehart and Winston, New York, 1964. Franz Schubert used Goethe's poem in 1815 when, at the age of 18, he produced the art song:[Op 1: The Earl King] --Original German--> [Who rides so late through night and wind? It is a father with his child; He holds the boy in his arm, [He clasps him tight, he keeps him warm.] [My son, why hidest thy face in fear? Seest thou not, Father, the Erlking? The Erlking with crown and train? My son, 'tis but a streak of mist.] [O dear child, come away with me! Lovely games I'll play with thee! Many-colored flowers are on the field, My mother has many golden robes.] [My father, my father, hearest thou not What Erlking says so softly to me? Be still, be still, my child; In the withered leaves rustles the wind.] [Fair boy, wilt thou go with me? My lovely daughters shall wait on thee; My daughters keep their nightly revels; They will rock thee, dance, and sing.] [My father, my father, seest thou not Erlking's daughters in that dark place? My son, my son, I see clearly; It is only the old gray willow."] [I love thee, thy fair form ravishes me: If thou art not willing, I'll take thee by force. My father, my father, I feel his grasp! Erlking has done me harm!] [The father shudders, he rides fast, And holds in his arm the groaning child; He reaches home in pain and dread: In his arms the child lay dead!]
(Op. 1) Erlkönig
Wer reitet so spät durch Nacht und Wind
Es ist der Vater mit seinem Kind;
Er hat den Knaben wohl in dem Arm,
Er faßt ihn sicher, er hält ihn warm. -
Mein Sohn, was brigst du so bang dein Gesicht? -
Siehst, Vater, du den Erlkönig nicht?
Den Erlenkönig mit Kron und Schweif? -
Mein Sohn, es ist ein Nebel streif. -
Du liebes Kind, komm, geh mit mir!
Gar schöne Spiele spiel ich mit dir;
Manch bunte Blumen sind an dem Strand;
Meine Mutter hat manch gülden Gewand.?
Mein Vater, mein Vater, und hörest du nicht,
Was Erlenkönig mir leise verspricht? -
Sei ruhig, bleibe ruhig, mein Kind!
In dürren Blättern säuselt der Wind. -
Willst, feiner Knabe, du mit mir gehn?
Meine Töchter sollen dich warten schön;
Meine Töchter führen den nächtlichen Reihn
Und wiegen und tanzen und singen dich ein.?
Mein Vater, mein Vater, und siehst du nicht dort
Erlkönigs Töchter am düstern Ort? -
Mein Sohn, mein Sohn, ich seh es genau;
Es scheinen die alten Weiden so grau. -
Ich liebe dich, mich reizt deine schöne Gestalt;
Und bist du nicht willig; so brauch ich Gewalt.? -
Mein Vater, mein Vater, jetzt faßt er mich an!
Erlkönig hat mir ein Leids getan! -
Dem Vater grauset?s, er reitet geschwind,
Er hält in den Armen das ächzende Kind,
Erreicht den Hof mit Mühe und Not;
In seinen Armen das Kind war tot.
[(5 or 6 medium and wide shots to show:) Almost simultaneously
with the end of Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau's performance of Erl-
könig on the TV, every single one of the black "Hard Blues Cases",
not to include CAugusteDupin, leave the bar, drinks unfinished,
cigarettes left burning (shot of mystified bartender {[over] sound
of cars leaving gravel parking lot, heard but unhurried.})]
[close-up Dupin screen:]
25 June 2003 - Memphis, TN;
CAugusteDupin --on the scene--
All for you, --in, and in, way-way in;
"America's Most Dangerous City":
Hmm, “this just in...”
Well, Bunker 'G' came through with 2 of 3 Interlibrary
Loans! Still waiting on the Goethe vol. Divan of
West and East… ALSO CLICK…[…]Excellent, Excellent...
The Western Lands (Extreme!, of course, since "it holds
up the Mirror" -- brutal and disgusting on an as-needed
basis; ergo, lots of information important for the safety
of travelers' who may be heading on into Murphy('s), WC).
by William S. Burroughs.
Being and Time [Sein und Zeit]
by Martin Heidegger
Ms. Joan Stambaugh -- a nice translation, but why trans-
literate the Greek? If a person doesn't know Greek, what
is the sound of the words going to do for them? NOLA, this
smells of you, or one of your bandwagons, or whatever you
call those mini-4-gal-booze-cult sled parties for Fat
Tuesday half-month, I can tell you... and this! For
which I have hunted and hunched high and medium for years,
since I heard a narrated rendition in a television machine
documentary about its author,
Elizabeth Bishop
One Art
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
1976
[tell that to Howard Stern, wyncha...]
Someone said Reading, PA was nice but its libraries
were extraordinary! Anyone...anyone...? Na, Albany,
Albany, Albany... Congratulations Albany, you get me!
-- or not --
26-JUNE-03 Has anyone seen this woman?
Gloria Brown Melton, Ph.D.
Her Donald-E-Knuth's--Projected-7-Volume--The-Art-Of-Com-
puter-Programming--Reads-Like-A-Poem-Said-One-Japanese-
Computer-Scientist-Quality (dissertation) writing of Blacks In
Memphis, 1920-1955: A Historical Study has won the Cabaret
Voltaire Group's indistinguishable (not her fault, indeed, I
"can't find a one") Excellence In Important Non-Fiction/Scholarly/
Academic/ Scientific/Technical Writing Award [for her 1982] [Uni-
versity Microfilms International (I found it at Bunker 'CC', (other)
Gloria CallahandlÜke, if you must constantly know the
...uh... Whereabouts...disgust you to see her obsequiousness in lol-
ling tongue feeler find blue mark need and blind fingers palpating,
palpating, palpating over gravel tar pit squad car donuts (Sanita-
tion Worker explaining to his super -- "...she musta crawled in
there while me 'n' Eddie was takin' a leak...[?];" crawls, palpating
out, palpating, palpating...) towards something...it's - it's... is
that his... cologne?:::--> Wallace D. Brindle...who is never quite
~specialized~ ...)] =+=Cop shop front desk man being spelled:
"Anything inneresting tonight, Mike?"
"One entry found for palpating."
"[...?]"
"-- it just relates out and out..."
Dictionary - Thesaurus
Get the Top 10 Most Popular Sites for "palpating" !
1 entry found for palpating.
pal·pate1 ( P ) Pronunciation Key (plpt)
tr.v. pal·pat·ed, pal·pat·ing, pal·pates
To examine or explore by touching (an organ or area of the
body), usually as a diagnostic aid. See Synonyms at touch.
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[Latin palpare, palpat-, to touch gently. See pl- in Indo-European Roots.]
long 'a' in both second syllables [can't bring up my ASCII symbols...ulp!]
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pal·pation n.
palpator n.
palpa·tory (-p-tôr, -tr) adj.
Source: The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language,
Fourth Edition. Copyright © 2000 by Houghton Mifflin Company.
Published by Houghton Mifflin Company. All rights reserved.
[Buy it]
Anyway, what happened to this sublime and gifted writer Gloria Brown
Melton? Whad'y'all do with her, please? {Maybe she got the Munich
cure. [dunno...]}
Once again, we call upon the Great Greeks, to explain
the inexplicable and excuse the inexcusable: our little
333 page Web Emporium -- of a Disturbed Individual,
with Communication, Culture, Fun and Games [DIC2FG] for
all… If it pleases you...(cheerfully & patronizingly:)
mmm? -&^/,-... oh...
(| kindly also please note; stand to consider all we
steal, ["he means derivative-like" ...cool out and,
like, maybe, consider landing? hello"] sans apologia,
from:
FWRSCIThen a Series 3 AP |||| Current Vector is the Commodities Trading Advisor (CTA) dynamic. These narratives and the ongoing work added regularly thereto are the sole property of Philosopher* artist scientist cinematographer criminologist hyper-giga- alpha-male-King*^*^ Wallace Darwen Brindle, of Memphis, ^*^among other things (please see above), a Broker --at one time with Union Bank of Switzerland-Paine Webber in St. Paul / and E.F. Hutton, St Paul; Merrill Lynch in NYC at 1 Penn Plaza, (across from Penn Station); and also at a well-known firm at 29 Exchange St., NYC c. 1987... it's quite complicated. No felonies -- well, I have a "thing" for comedienne, Sandra Bernhardt, does that count? (dunno)...(is she? are you sure? I don't think so...) ThE MiDnIgHt RoSwElL TrAiLeR PaRk ElViS SeX CuLt MuRdErS As begun at "Dimples" in Burbank that night [across fr. NBC] entitled then Viva Las Psychos; we seek the other three who were at the 450 W. Doran casual film production discus sion somewhere in summers 1985 or 86 (Swiss+Short_Cut_T+Editing_Technician)
<-- Chad Deleroix's Act
Steven Drake there is one person with the opinion that you have Dyslexia. There is no need for you to, in the case where this opinion obtains, take your rage out on other innocent people, for there is much good news about Dyslexia -- and much to do. But, please, turning, for humor-poetic-fun sake let's say, Zulu Warriors (I am thinking here of a certainly excellent and noble friend of mine who saved me once from an agoraphobia attack using only the eponymous Sean Connery film, and which film illustrated certain marvelous and wonderful things about these marvelous and noble peoples) against those other good people who have given so much to you, asking nothing but not to be stabbed in the back (or worse during the night) in return, is against all decency. Neither is it "wise," for your Confidence Artist-Intensive posing as the New Mr. Roberts Nice Neighbor in the hood and in the house. Klarq, do you study mathematics with zeal and love not w_ar_n_ ___s? ::::> Bertrand Russell wrote, "In adolescence, I hated life and was continually on the verge of suicide, from which, however, I was restrained by the desire to know more mathematics. POLICE SURVEL-TAPE STARTS (all eyebrows are anticipatory in the holding cell containing Steve and Bennie Huarqson): ".........(something, possibly chair screech on cement floor) ...you guys, [...] I, ... (kargh...) love you man, ... I (unintelligible here, on the tape) giruh djhgqog menky yknem... menky yknem... TAPE ENDS HERE Try Sanskrit for a refreshing change! Yes 1 Yes 2 Place many sublime stimulating mathematical analysis and ballet links and personal related doing doing doings and goings here: __ __ __ __ WB.MSTR. [I'm the New North Wind Fairy around the ______ because I was caught with an advan- ced mathematext (sic) and the Interlocutor Of Fairies at ______ "asked" 'I suppose you like ballet too..." Which put me in mind of:] Yes 1 Yes 2 Yes, of course, You Dears, Mathematics itself has a dance: Yes 3 See mebbe Gödel, Escher, Bach: an Eternal Golden Braid... nah -- kinna toss-off-ee --- what?? WHAT?? ?? See...you have to email me
or drop a note -- can't hear... Ya, I can admit the applicant
from Cadillac, MI on The Mandelbrot Set-- ya, Pas De Deux!
{[(Ballet with a partner. Literally, it means "dance for
two")...with pi!!]-[my editorializing...WB.MSTR]}
Maybe y'all have more examples of this inneresting condition... then we could really hurt and painfully harm this ishhy bullies clumsy-dumpsy bods -- I CAN TELL YOU! --...Aikido really works, huh, Sean? Could we talk... or, at least, "speak". ooo... Where is that big squithy (yes, but sibilance is hard to homotype... sorry...homokey...[ooOO!..UNLOCKME! INLOCKME! {yeh, derivative...}]) BUTT -- where isssss that ssssskquisssy ssoo ssserveree ssscary David Man when he could ssssswwerve sssso usssefully... "and it just relates out and out..." [That Talk Show Host's Janet Reno/Latex Demo Dance cook- ie toss sounds here (sorry -- Jan! Gotta make a libbin' yaano?)] Incorrigible felonssss -- yah yah Young Frankenstein -- Hey, you wanna do dis, ya mugs? oh WARNING: TwoConsCRMFakers Nemo me impune lacessit. ["Nobody attacks me without paying dearly." cf. Montressor's (and Scotland's and The Thistle society's) motto on their coats of arms] If you (constantly, con-con- constantly) want to know why no book talk, go READ Fah- renheit 451 by Kurt Vonnegut or anything by George Orwell. Or, if you need more info on the pernicious, malicious, dissembling illogic in 1984 and Animal Farm and IRL, simple: talk to most any Memphis Case Manager; certainly mine can "help you". Just start out by asking him why he cashes his paycheck. Also of interest: The Scopes Monkey Trial -- remember, read the text of the Scopes Monkey Trial and act accordingly. But, whatever, do hear here: The transub- tantiation of the wine and the bread is real and actual. Infant baptism in the Holy Ghost's presence is scriptural and true. There is to be a liturgy in worship services. Finally, if anything -- say, in the night -- should happen to me, there are four persons, not in this state, having the information here regarding the Memphis Police Department at 201 Poplar, who shall, if I am not on the Web humming away buzzingly at the, mine FOR LONGER THAN A THREE DAY CON-secutive (sic) interim, call Homicide, and you will be investigated, C.H (aka. S.D.) and K.O.; this is set in marble and would be automatic, probing, invasive, and zealous in nature. You are here and it is 06/18/03 [and I understand why Debbie McRoberts de- molished all those mice; but I do not (yet) grasp why Steve McR. didn't do the cleaning of them in time to save them -- and his wife the torment, the fomenting dormant torment...(yes, of course, it is my business {HEY! you sleepin' at my Web site? Don't make me dispatch you!}.).].Saint Paul's Own (& Now Memphis' Borrowed) Rod Usher of the blues - jazz - poemusic - chamber music (Memphis' newest lounge/room) band/ensemble-in-formation: Rod & Maddie Usher's Trailer Music Down River Art Farm [R.MUT_MD-RAF] Auditions for MTV and Carnegie Hall-worthy chick singer/poet/artist, percussionist/poet/vocalist/artist, bass guitar/string bass/poet/vocalist/artist, keyboard/poet/vocalist/artist are now being held. Please send cassette tape, glossy-pic-resume-reverse, other samples, portfolio photocopies, slides, _____, (and also send no explosive devices please) to: Wallace Darwen Brindle R.MUT_MD-RAF, General Delivery, Memphis, TN, 38101, USA. And now, for you, whimsical moosh, something we find fascinating, unrelated -- perhaps -- to all the fuss... just for fun (theremin music sirening brainwavy here: ~~~~^^^^~~~~````~~~~,,,,~~~~)... S2_U2_QF_SLP --> at univoltaire.cjb.net (page called "Strange Sudden Unexplained Uplifting Quickie Fugue State Like Place) =:(> |
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From Ms. George Eliot's Silas Marner: This view of Marner's personality was not without another ground than his pale face and unexampled eyes; for Jem Rodney, the mole catcher, averred that, one evening as he was returning homeward, he saw Silas Marner leaning against a stile with a heavy bag on his back, instead of resting the bag on the stile as a man in his senses would have done; and that, on coming up to him, he saw that Marner's eyes were set like a dead man's and he spoke to him, and shook him, and his limbs were stiff, and his hands clutched the bag as if they'd been made of iron; but just as he had made up his mind that the weaver was dead, he came alright again, like, as you might say, in the winking of an eye, and said "Good night," and walked off. All this Jem swore he had seen, more by token, that it was the very day he had been mole-catching on Squire Cass's land, down by the old saw-pit. Some said Marner must have been in a "fit," a word which seemed to explain things otherwise incredible; but the argumentative Mr. Macey, clerk of the parish, shook his head, and asked if anybody was ever known to go off in a fit and not fall down. |
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Readers, and E-Readers, send us "more-of-the-same" Lit.
Segments (type: queerly, no thanks, eh, as a blind date,
for example, quite oddly nuuh? like the two examples
sim-other-dark-ness-within-dim-N-shuns~,~`' T-shirt! Me pic (on back) with-$100/hr model actual Faked-Memphis-Great-Times-Inside-Look-With-UniCabVolt- aire-Learning stuff scenario "Idea T"! All for you... Right on your back! (as always...) Will be adding more texts (including our own), but we had to give our computer to our former landlord, so bear with us, kindly or donate an old one to The Cabaret Voltaire Group! We can fix 'em up well! There's a lot more kick for the Common Man left in those 1000 joints of light circuits, yet, Mr. and Mrs. Germantown! If we get more than one, naturally, we'll make good use of them -- after refitting, &tc, as funds allow, for our assistants and students of promise; while encouraging all to help in building our UVM Learning Center in a donated space/building, at which we hope to arrive at the reification of one day, near (or in) FedEx Forum -- Art District region. Brindle@2Trom.com
Idée Fixe of Boniface Okorie of Nigeria's (have collected six of your relatives' names and loci in Africa up to now, simply using a superior search method.) I need to speak with them about exactly, precisely, how well you're doing (...yet again). |
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