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And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again?
Archilochus
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Mardis Gras Indians
You've got first chief, which is Big Chief;
First Queen;
you've got Second Chief and Second Queen;
Third Chief and Third Queen.
First, Second, and Third chiefs are supposed to have a queen with them. That's just tradition.
Your fourth chief is not called fourth chief, he's the Trail Chief.
From there on it's just Indians, no title.
You also have your Spy Boy, your Flag Boy and your Wild Man.
Your Spy Boy is way out front, three blocks in front the chief.
The Flag Boy is one block in front so he can see the Spy Boy up ahead and he can wave his flag to let the chief know what is going on.
Today, they don't do like they used to. Today you're not going to see any Spy Boy with a pair of binoculars around his neck and a small crown so he can run. Today a Spy Boy looks like a chief and somebody carrying a big old stick. It's been years since I seen a proper flag. Today everybody has a chief stick.
The Wild Man wearing the horns in there to keep the crowd open and to keep it clear. He's between the Flag Boy and the Chief.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Obsessing w/Fury
so that the birds can hear you sing
so will the black cedars of Lebanon
and the pines of Ararat
Feirouz, oh my sorrows, Feirouz!
When I listen to you singing,
I always leave my heartaches
at the crossroads of life
Send me your love songs
on the wings of the southern winds
so they can pass from Gavdos
and go farther up to cover the whole country.
Feirouz, oh my sorrows,Feirouz!
listening to you sing
I have always learned to give
more then anyboby else ever will
The angles sing the archagelic psalm
and in the heat of the Beqaa
you sing and give freshness to them
Feirouz, oh my sorrows, Feirouz!
everytime I hear you sing
I leave my pain
in the crossroads of life.
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Friday, February 10, 2012
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Stalking the Corridors
On the morning of April 16, Dr Bernard Rieux emerged from his consulting-room and came across a dead rat in the middle of the landing. At the time he pushed the animal aside without paying attention to it and went down the stairs. But once he was in the street it occurred to him that the rat should not have been there and he turned back to inform the concierge. Old M. Michel's reaction made him still more aware of the incongruity of his discovery. To him the presence of this dead rat had seemed merely odd, while for the concierge it was an outrage. In fact, the man was adamant: there were no rats in the house. However much the doctor assured him that there was one on the first-floor landing, probably dead, M. Michel's conviction was firm. There were no rats in the house, so this one must have been brought in from outside. In short, it was a practical joke.- Albert Camus, "The Plague"
That same evening Bernard Rieux was standing in the corridor of the building, looking for his keys before going up to his flat, when he saw a large rat emerge hesitantly from the dark depths of the corridor, its fur damp. The creature stopped, seemed to be trying to get its balance, stopped again, spun round and round with a faint cry and eventually fell, blood spurting from its half-open lips. The doctor looked at it for a moment, then went upstairs.
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