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
2022-8-7
publishes NYRB Classics, The New York Review Children’s Collection, NYRB Kids, New York Review Comics, and NYRB Poets.
#literature #poetry
#siteoftheday
2022-6-28
Todesfuge - Paul Celan
2022-3-24

Pavel - Azra

Pariz ti je dao sebe
Dio neba zauvijek
Što te muči na kraju puta
Sjećaš li se Španije
Zanima me da l' bi opet
Išao u rovove

Oh Pavel
Neman je pred vratima
Pariz ti je dao sebe
Dio neba zauvijek
Što te muči na kraju puta
I sjećaš li se Španije

Govoriš mi o ideji
O patriotizmu generacije
Da li je to skup interesa nekorisnih ljudi
Ili nešto vrijedno robije
Razgovarajmo o slobodi
Sjećaš li se Španije

Oh Pavel
Neman je pred vratima

Pariz ti je dao sebe
Dio neba zauvijek
Što te muči na kraju puta
I sjećaš li se Španije

#music
2022-3-18

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
2022-2-21
https://64.media.tumblr.com/0a3aa18941dc898e65a4fea07d6d2efb/72223c494a84a3a8-4d/s500x750/d5d169a771b8f7a2ace0a4e2b7e2fb7f959834ae.jpg Ruth Krauss (from Under Twenty, 1970)
2022-2-15

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.
2022-2-14

Whores, Bobby Conn

I just met another whore today
Earned a thousand dollars
In a couple hours
Well I guess it should be it's working
Nine to five

Oh and we've got so much in common
We're both trying to bring a little love
Into somebody else's life but

All this
Pleasure
Has got its price

I've got convictions
But their eviction oh
Back of the lines
If I could change the world
I'd be a girl
And you're my boy

Naked lead the blind
And you're so fucking kind
To pretend that you're excited but
How the fuck was I invited here?
You can leave your smiles
At the door

Don't you understand
All of this was planned
I don't need to be defended cause even Jesus Christ pretended to be a man
And after all
I'm a star

And I'm so proud of being a whore
Lay me down and turn me on and give me some more

I've been working on your street
Missing half my teeth
Give another girl a blowjob
Get myself something good to eat
And with the change
Some Newport ligths

And I'm so proud of being a whore
Lay me down and turn me on and give me some more
I'm so proud of being a whore
Lay me down and turn me on and give me some more
2021-12-21

I Contain Multitudes, Bob Dylan

Today, and tomorrow, and yesterday, too
The flowers are dyin' like all things do
Follow me close, I’m going to Bally-na-Lee
I'll lose my mind if you don't come with me
I fuss with my hair, and I fight blood feuds
I contain multitudes

Got a tell-tale heart like Mr. Poe
Got skeletons in the walls of people you know
I’ll drink to the truth and the things we said
I'll drink to the man that shares your bed
I paint landscapes, and I paint nudes
I contain multitudes

A red Cadillac and a black mustache
Rings on my fingers that sparkle and flash
Tell me, what's next? What shall we do?
Half my soul, baby, belongs to you
I rollick and I frolic with all the young dudes
I contain multitudes

I'm just like Anne Frank, like Indiana Jones
And them British bad boys, The Rolling Stones
I go right to the edge, I go right to the end
I go right where all things lost are made good again
I sing the songs of experience like William Blake
I have no apologies to make
Everything's flowing all at the same time
I live on a boulevard of crime
I drive fast cars, and I eat fast foods
I contain multitudes

Pink pedal-pushers, red blue jeans
All the pretty maids, and all the old queens
All the old queens from all my past lives
I carry four pistols and two large knives
I'm a man of contradictions, I'm a man of many moods
I contain multitudes

You greedy old wolf, I'll show you my heart
But not all of it, only the hateful part
I’ll sell you down the river, I’ll put a price on your head
What more can I tell you? I sleep with life and death in the same bed
Get lost, madame, get up off my knee
Keep your mouth away from me
I'll keep the path open, the path in my mind
I’ll see to it that there's no love left behind
I'll play Beethoven's sonatas, and Chopin’s preludes
I contain multitudes
2021-12-21
"The Art of Disappearing" - Naomi Shihab Nye
#poetry
#vidoftheday