Thursday, 9 August 2012
Sunday, 5 August 2012
motto ware / breakfast poems
Earth hath not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendor, valley, rock, or hill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! The very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendor, valley, rock, or hill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! The very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!
William Wordsworth: Poems in Two Volumes: Sonnet 14
I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd
Above the green elms, that a cottage was near,
And I said,
It was noon, and on flowers that languish'd around
In silence reposed the voluptuous bee;
Every leaf was at rest, and I heard not a sound
But the woodpecker tapping the hollow beech-tree.
And,
I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd
Above the green elms that a cottage was near,
And I said if there's peace to be found in the world,
The heart that is humble might hope for it here.
Ev'ry leaf was at rest, and I heard not a sound,
But the wood-pecker tapping the hollow beechtree.
And here in this lone little cot (I ex- claim'd,)
With a maiden attractive to heart and to eye,
Who would blush when I prais'd her,
and weep if I blam'd,
How blest could I live and how calm
could I die
Ev'ry leaf was at rest
Above the green elms, that a cottage was near,
And I said,
If there's peace to be found in the world,
A heart that is humble might hope for it here!
It was noon, and on flowers that languish'd around
In silence reposed the voluptuous bee;
Every leaf was at rest, and I heard not a sound
But the woodpecker tapping the hollow beech-tree.
And,
Here in this lone little wood,I exclaim'd,
With a maid who was lovely to soul and to eye,
Who would blush when I praised her, and weep if I blamed,
How blest could I live, and how calm could I die!
By the shade of yon sumach, whose red berry dips
In the gush of the fountain, how sweet to recline,
And to know that I sigh'd upon innocent lips,
Which had never been sigh'd on by any but mine!
I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd
Above the green elms that a cottage was near,
And I said if there's peace to be found in the world,
The heart that is humble might hope for it here.
Ev'ry leaf was at rest, and I heard not a sound,
But the wood-pecker tapping the hollow beechtree.
And here in this lone little cot (I ex- claim'd,)
With a maiden attractive to heart and to eye,
Who would blush when I prais'd her,
and weep if I blam'd,
How blest could I live and how calm
could I die
Ev'ry leaf was at rest
recording demon /printer's devil / patron demon of scribes
with which he fills his sack a thousand times a day.
collector of idle thoughts, errors in copying, lost syllables, provocateur, inverter of type, mis-speller of words
This recording demon was said to frequent churches and monasteries, and write down the sins of anyone he saw there. The sins he collected were then taken down to hell where they would be counted against the guilty person on Judgment Day.
"I am a poure dyuel, and my name ys Tytyvyllus ... I muste eche day ... brynge my master a thousande pokes full of faylynges, and of neglygences in syllables and wordes."
HE MADE ME DO IT
Wednesday, 1 August 2012
Brecht's donkey
July 24 On a horizontal beam supporting the
roof of Brecht’s study, there is a painted inscription: "The truth is concrete."
On a window ledge stands a little wooden donkey that can nod its head. Brecht
has hung a little notice round its neck with the words: "I, too, must understand
it."
Hobbes: there is no covenant with beasts
Hobbes: there is no covenant with beasts
who are you?
А Б В Г Д Е/Ё
Ж З И К Л М
Н О П Р С Т
У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш
Щ Ъ Ы Э Ю Я
1,1 1,2 1,3 1,4 1,5 1,6
2,1 2,2 2,3 2,4 2,5 2,6
3,1 3,2 3,3 3,4 3,5 3,6
4,1 4,2 4,3 4,4 4,5 4,6
5,1 5,2 5,3 5,4 5,5 5,6
You can get a "case" for passing kites. Usually a kite was passed from one inmate to another via one or more inmates. For instance, a male inmate would put a kite on his leftover food tray and the inmate who would pick up the trays would then find a way to get it to an inmate in another tank or cell. Sometimes sent to a woman on the entire other side of the jail.
prison talk
Ж З И К Л М
Н О П Р С Т
У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш
Щ Ъ Ы Э Ю Я
1,1 1,2 1,3 1,4 1,5 1,6
2,1 2,2 2,3 2,4 2,5 2,6
3,1 3,2 3,3 3,4 3,5 3,6
4,1 4,2 4,3 4,4 4,5 4,6
5,1 5,2 5,3 5,4 5,5 5,6
You can get a "case" for passing kites. Usually a kite was passed from one inmate to another via one or more inmates. For instance, a male inmate would put a kite on his leftover food tray and the inmate who would pick up the trays would then find a way to get it to an inmate in another tank or cell. Sometimes sent to a woman on the entire other side of the jail.
prison talk
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