2023-3-27

גטו

2014
*בעקבות השיר "גטו" של מילאן מלדנוביץ', 1984

תראו איזה נוף מדהים.
מסך עשן, מחסומים,
מסביב גדרות תיל, חומה מבטון,
אנחנו בנינו אותם להרגיש בטחון.
בינתיים אף אחד לא הבחין
אנחנו הנמצאים בגטו
בדיוק בזמן להבין,
איך באמת היה בגטו.
ורשה.
פולין.
2023-3-24
Patti Smith live at CBGB on October 15, 2006
#music #poetry #liveperformance
#vidoftheday
2023-3-21
https://64.media.tumblr.com/b009bcf38497229ba6b0e0abd6419bc9/tumblr_mme0gics6M1qz6f9yo1_500.jpg Spring Spleen, Lydia Davis
#poetry
#artoftheday
2023-3-2

NOW YOU WILL PAY - LAIBACH

BARBARIANS ARE COMING
CRAWLING FROM THE EAST,
(WITH THEIR) EYES WIDE SHUT
AND NOSTRILS FULL OF LONGING,
EPIC AND POWERFUL,
WILD IN A GROUP,
BARBARIANS ARE COMING
FROM THE EAST.
THEY'LL COME OUT OF NOWHERE,
THEY'LL ENTER YOUR STATE,
THE NATION OF LOSERS,
THE TRIBE FULL OF HATE.
WITH KNIVES IN THEIR POCKETS
AND BOMBS IN THEIR HANDS,
THEY'LL BURN DOWN YOUR CITIES
AND YOUR DISNEYLANDS.

BARBARIANS ARE COMING, HEADING YOUR WAY.
THE EVIL IS RISING, KNEEL DOWN AND PRAY.

WITH THIRD WORLD HUNGER,
SEX DRIVE IN THEIR BRAINS,
THEY'LL WHISPER YOUR NAMES
AND SCREAM IN YOUR FACE.
WHEN THEY SEARCH FOR THEIR SPACE,
THEY'LL TURN INTO SNAKES,
AND YOU'RE BETTER OFF DEAD
IF THEY CRAWL IN YOUR BED.

BARBARIANS ARE COMING, HEADING YOUR WAY.
THE EVIL IS RISING INTO YOUR DAY.
BARBARIANS ARE COMING, HEADING YOUR WAY.
THE EVIL IS RISING, KNEEL DOWN AND PRAY.

THEY'LL CONQUER YOUR COUNTRY
AND MAKE YOU ALL SLAVES,
THEY'LL BURN DOWN YOUR HOUSES
AND RAVE AT YOUR GRAVES.
YOU'D BETTER GET READY,
YOU'D BETTER BEWARE.
BANGING AT YOUR WINDOWS,
BARBARIANS ARE HERE

BARBARIANS ARE COMING, HEADING YOUR WAY.
THE EVIL IS RISING, KNEEL DOWN AND PRAY.
BARBARIANS ARE COMING, HEADING YOUR WAY.
WHATEVER YOU TOOK FROM THEM -
NOW YOU WILL PAY
2023-2-23
https://altneu.me/blog/uploads/image/333021552_1203548293699722_3984718684008960177_n.jpg
2023-1-17 #article
2022-12-24
2022-12-17 #siteoftheday
2022-12-8 #article
2022-11-11
Biblioklept posts short stories, poems, essays, and excerpts from many authors (mostly in the public domain, but sometimes not).
Biblioklept also posts pretty pictures (and pictures that aren’t so pretty, perhaps).
#Paintings of readers and #books.
#Film clips, full films, stuff like that.
#poetry #literature
#siteoftheday
2022-11-4

The Fifth of November

Don't you Remember,
The Fifth of November,
'Twas Gunpowder Treason Day,
I let off my gun,
And made'em all run.
And Stole all their Bonfire away. (1742)
--
The fifth of November, since I can remember,
Was Guy Faux, Poke him in the eye,
Shove him up the chimney-pot, and there let him die.
A stick and a stake, for King George's sake,
If you don't give me one, I'll take two,
The better for me, and the worse for you,
Ricket-a-racket your hedges shall go. (1903)
--
Remember, remember!
The fifth of November,
The Gunpowder treason and plot;
I know of no reason
Why the Gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot!
Guy Fawkes and his companions
Did the scheme contrive,
To blow the King and Parliament
All up alive.
Threescore barrels, laid below,
To prove old England's overthrow.
But, by God's providence, him they catch,
With a dark lantern, lighting a match!
A stick and a stake
For King James's sake!
If you won't give me one,
I'll take two,
The better for me,
And the worse for you.
A rope, a rope, to hang the Pope,
A penn'orth of cheese to choke him,
A pint of beer to wash it down,
And a jolly good fire to burn him.
Holloa, boys! holloa, boys! make the bells ring!
Holloa, boys! holloa boys! God save the King!
Hip, hip, hooor-r-r-ray! (c.1870)
2022-11-4

The Fifth of November

Remember, remember, the 5th of November
The Gunpowder Treason and plot ;
I know of no reason why Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.

Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes,
'Twas his intent.
To blow up the King and the Parliament.
Three score barrels of powder below.
Poor old England to overthrow.
By God's providence he was catch'd,
With a dark lantern and burning match

Holloa boys, Holloa boys, let the bells ring
Holloa boys, Holloa boys, God save the King!

Hip hip Hoorah !
Hip hip Hoorah !

A penny loaf to feed ol'Pope,
A farthing cheese to choke him.
A pint of beer to rinse it down,
A faggot of sticks to burn him.
Burn him in a tub of tar,'
Burn him like a blazing star.
Burn his body from his head,
Then we'll say: ol'Pope is dead.
2022-8-11 #siteoftheday