03-30-2013, 06:52 AM
Mean cowboy and camels for cigs
I guess,
it is high time
for me
to get real.
I so unpoetically procrastinate
and hate to have mirrored
back to me
my own ugly fate-face.
Nothing to be proud about.
(But that's a lie: I was brilliant at times).
Were you like me in a
Burton-Taylor situation, (Who's afraid of V.W.)
you would be just as much exhausted as I am
by now.
I just cannot let (her) go (away).
You see me crying yet?
the core starts here:
Humming soothings to myself as dying tomcats do
I know, I must ignore my heart's voice
but it is Good Friday,
that one day of the year when miseries will likely happen.
But not to me.
(promise to myself)
My heart bleeds with the one on the cross,
even if my heart believes a lie.
But – to lighter-note my text -
I love the way the Roman province Africa
presented their holy hero to them and us:
The spread out wide arms of Jesus not being
nailed to the wood of the cross but
there [b]is no cross:
Just a maybe fine man
inviting us all with a gesture
that does not need words to tell.
My Aramaic is messed up anyway.[/b]
So, instead of reading Thackston** again,
I will stay here with my bad but still sexy to some* English.
And I want the ghosts of le renouveau catholique to disappear to me.
Huysmans has infected me and Bernanos made it worse.
Only one time the Messiah
addresses a dead one in his voice:
Talitha kumi.
Whatever.
So! always loved this So: because it is such a fine intro to another anecdote you want to share.
So let's have this So:
So now that you have parked your jamal (camel) right next to our
badawiyyīn (bedouin) fire and are sitting down with a shisha smelling
almost criminally hashishly,
let me tell you this new to you anecdote,
another wild tale from mysterious mašriq .
So
let us get oriental: Once there was a guy
whose wife betrayed him, so he (was pissed off of course but)
sat down in the light of the night to come, let's say South of al-Qāhirah
(pretty Cairo to you),
You know: just next stop to the left of Gizeh,
and he pondered possible paybacks, punishments
for her in the same vein as all of alf laila wa laila*** stories go.
Do I have your ears by now?
(re Talitha kumi (Aramaic for: get up, girl) :"Under the Sun of Satan (sous le soleil de satan) by Bernanos is based on this Lazarian moment.
-------------
* to my own surprise
** http://www.amazon.com/Introduction-Syria...0936347988
*** To break it down for you:
alf:
a thousand
laila:
night
wa:
and
laila: another one
;-)
and another night for Sheherazade to spin her yarn for the ḫalīf (caliphe)
just in order to save her little sister from being massacred by this monster
she, sheher now must entice him in order to charm away his evilness.
Zebaḥ Pesaḥ
To quote the wise, the hakhamim : חכמים
Only those who were circumcised and clean before the Law might participate; and they were forbidden to have leavened food in their possession during the act of killing the paschal lamb. The animal was slain on the eve of the Passover, on the afternoon of the 14th of Nisan, after the Tamid sacrifice had been killed, i.e., at three o'clock, or, in case the eve of the Passover fell on Friday, at two. *****
By now, my friend, it must have become evident to you, that[b] I will tell
the story of Dunyazade and the adventure of her not being butchered by this vile and mischievous Shahryar.
And by now also it will have become crystal clear to you, why I tell this cliffhanger fairy tale(s):
In order to
survive sorrow (melancholia de profundis)
or to rephrase it:
In order to exorcise the demons of Easter. (the angel of death kept away from the Hebrew folk by way of the blood on their doors back then in Egypt. And we have another Pesah which we call Egyptian: Pesaḥ Miẓrayim.
And the blood that is to be smeared on the door is the blood of paschal lambs
to signal to the unspeakable[/b] (well, Serge can name him but you should rather not: the malakh ha-mavet******, (satan) to pass by this door.
(Mick J of course did that too (hinting at him): Please, allow to introduce myself. I am a man of wealth and taste. ... I was round when jesus christ had his moment of doubt and pain.
Made damn sure that pilate
washed his hands and sealed his fate.
Pleased to meet you.
Hope you guess my name-
But whats puzzling you
is the nature of my game
DIABOLOS
Is that not sweet if a bit gory?
Bien, nous sommes aux orient, aux mashriq, in the orient.
finerly done undone.
Ki matók matók ha-mávet
U-le’át le’át ha-mávet
‘Im yatzá mi-pí ha-mávet
Ve-kashár ‘otí la-ʕeitz <<<< forgot to quote the source here, incl. the translation.. Let me retrieve it: http://www.soulandgone.com/2013/02/14/ad...-ha-mavet/
that translates as:
for sweetly sweet is Death
and slowly slowly Death
if out my mouth slipped Death
and tied me to the tree
***** from the Jewish Encylopedia :
http://www.jewishencyclopedia.com/articl...-sacrifice
******* http://ejmmm2007.blogspot.de/2008/01/ang...f-god.html
I guess,
it is high time
for me
to get real.
I so unpoetically procrastinate
and hate to have mirrored
back to me
my own ugly fate-face.
Nothing to be proud about.
(But that's a lie: I was brilliant at times).
Were you like me in a
Burton-Taylor situation, (Who's afraid of V.W.)
you would be just as much exhausted as I am
by now.
I just cannot let (her) go (away).
You see me crying yet?
the core starts here:
Humming soothings to myself as dying tomcats do
I know, I must ignore my heart's voice
but it is Good Friday,
that one day of the year when miseries will likely happen.
But not to me.
(promise to myself)
My heart bleeds with the one on the cross,
even if my heart believes a lie.
But – to lighter-note my text -
I love the way the Roman province Africa
presented their holy hero to them and us:
The spread out wide arms of Jesus not being
nailed to the wood of the cross but
there [b]is no cross:
Just a maybe fine man
inviting us all with a gesture
that does not need words to tell.
My Aramaic is messed up anyway.[/b]
So, instead of reading Thackston** again,
I will stay here with my bad but still sexy to some* English.
And I want the ghosts of le renouveau catholique to disappear to me.
Huysmans has infected me and Bernanos made it worse.
Only one time the Messiah
addresses a dead one in his voice:
Talitha kumi.
Whatever.
So! always loved this So: because it is such a fine intro to another anecdote you want to share.
So let's have this So:
So now that you have parked your jamal (camel) right next to our
badawiyyīn (bedouin) fire and are sitting down with a shisha smelling
almost criminally hashishly,
let me tell you this new to you anecdote,
another wild tale from mysterious mašriq .
So
let us get oriental: Once there was a guy
whose wife betrayed him, so he (was pissed off of course but)
sat down in the light of the night to come, let's say South of al-Qāhirah
(pretty Cairo to you),
You know: just next stop to the left of Gizeh,
and he pondered possible paybacks, punishments
for her in the same vein as all of alf laila wa laila*** stories go.
Do I have your ears by now?
(re Talitha kumi (Aramaic for: get up, girl) :"Under the Sun of Satan (sous le soleil de satan) by Bernanos is based on this Lazarian moment.
-------------
* to my own surprise
** http://www.amazon.com/Introduction-Syria...0936347988
*** To break it down for you:
alf:
a thousand
laila:
night
wa:
and
laila: another one
;-)
and another night for Sheherazade to spin her yarn for the ḫalīf (caliphe)
just in order to save her little sister from being massacred by this monster
she, sheher now must entice him in order to charm away his evilness.
Zebaḥ Pesaḥ
To quote the wise, the hakhamim : חכמים
Only those who were circumcised and clean before the Law might participate; and they were forbidden to have leavened food in their possession during the act of killing the paschal lamb. The animal was slain on the eve of the Passover, on the afternoon of the 14th of Nisan, after the Tamid sacrifice had been killed, i.e., at three o'clock, or, in case the eve of the Passover fell on Friday, at two. *****
By now, my friend, it must have become evident to you, that[b] I will tell
the story of Dunyazade and the adventure of her not being butchered by this vile and mischievous Shahryar.
And by now also it will have become crystal clear to you, why I tell this cliffhanger fairy tale(s):
In order to
survive sorrow (melancholia de profundis)
or to rephrase it:
In order to exorcise the demons of Easter. (the angel of death kept away from the Hebrew folk by way of the blood on their doors back then in Egypt. And we have another Pesah which we call Egyptian: Pesaḥ Miẓrayim.
And the blood that is to be smeared on the door is the blood of paschal lambs
to signal to the unspeakable[/b] (well, Serge can name him but you should rather not: the malakh ha-mavet******, (satan) to pass by this door.
(Mick J of course did that too (hinting at him): Please, allow to introduce myself. I am a man of wealth and taste. ... I was round when jesus christ had his moment of doubt and pain.
Made damn sure that pilate
washed his hands and sealed his fate.
Pleased to meet you.
Hope you guess my name-
But whats puzzling you
is the nature of my game
DIABOLOS
Is that not sweet if a bit gory?
Bien, nous sommes aux orient, aux mashriq, in the orient.
finerly done undone.
Ki matók matók ha-mávet
U-le’át le’át ha-mávet
‘Im yatzá mi-pí ha-mávet
Ve-kashár ‘otí la-ʕeitz <<<< forgot to quote the source here, incl. the translation.. Let me retrieve it: http://www.soulandgone.com/2013/02/14/ad...-ha-mavet/
that translates as:
for sweetly sweet is Death
and slowly slowly Death
if out my mouth slipped Death
and tied me to the tree
***** from the Jewish Encylopedia :
http://www.jewishencyclopedia.com/articl...-sacrifice
******* http://ejmmm2007.blogspot.de/2008/01/ang...f-god.html
