Monday, October 31, 2005
Sunday, October 30, 2005
The new video from the goofy power-pop band The Presidents of the United States of America was shot entirely using an array of Sony Ericsson cellphones. The song is a Weezer-ish tune called "Some Postman," and the video was directed by the Australian filmmaker Grant Marshall
Saturday, October 29, 2005
Friday, October 28, 2005
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Over the past ten years, I have come to the realization that I am, indeed, the angriest woman on earth. I despise everything and everyone, and I have no qualms about spouting my mouth off about it. I have learned to embrace my rage and express it freely. Please visit my site often as I will form new opinions daily and will always have something horrible to say about--well, whatever I want to say. You are welcome to express your rage-driven opinions as well; simply e-mail your rant to me (please censor yourself) and I will post it to the site. Uninhibited, freely expressed rage is the second most beautiful thing on earth; with the first, of course, being "the finger".
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Posted by: Demiurgic at October 26, 2005 12:03 PM
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Rosa Lee McCauley Parks, dead at the age of 92.
Parks, reportedly died around 7 p.m. Monday at St. John Hospital on Detroit's east side. Parks' refusal to give up her bus seat to a white man in Montgomery, Ala., in 1955 landed her in jail and sparked a bus boycott that is considered the start of the modern civil rights movement. The bus is on display at the Henry Ford Museum, Dearborn. Parks, was born Feb. 4, 1913, in Tuskegee, Ala. She lived in Detroit.
http://www.e-portals.org/Parks/
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Rosa wrote her autobiography in 1992...(possibly 90 or 94...conflicting reports about that...
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Read her story
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Her quotes:
All I was doing was trying to get home from work. - Rosa Parks
Each person must live their life as a model for others. - Rosa Parks
Have you ever been hurt and the place tries to heal a bit, and you just pull the scar off of it over and over again. - Rosa Parks
Memories of our lives, of our works and our deeds will continue in others. - Rosa Parks
My only concern was to get home after a hard day's work. - Rosa Parks
Whatever my individual desires were to be free, I was not alone. There were many others who felt the same way. - Rosa Parks
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Factoid:
Parks and some of her family members, fired by their employers or continually harassed by angry whites, decided in 1957 to move to Detroit, Michigan. There they had a great deal of difficulty finding jobs, but Parks was finally employed by John Conyers, an African American member of the U.S. House of Representatives. She served as his receptionist and then staff assistant for 25 years while continuing her work with the NAACP and the Southern Christian Leadership Conference (SCLC) and serving as a deaconess at the Saint Matthew African Methodist Episcopal Church.
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Some people say Emmett Till's murder sparked the modern Civil Rights Movement. Probably both are true.
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http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/amex/till/peopleevents/p_till.html
Young Emmett's personality was infectious. "He loved to tell jokes," said his cousin, Wheeler Parker. "He would pay people to tell him jokes."
In the summer of 1955, Emmett had just turned 14. He and his friends were enjoying the summer and dancing to a new music called rock and roll. "The boys wore crepe-soled shoes, polyester pants and the girls wore skirts with the crinoline underneath. You must have the crinoline," said Cooksie Magnolia, who grew up with Emmett on the same street. "Young girls wore flared skirts so when their male partners spun them around, their skirts would have that extra flare."
"That was a good time because where we grew up, a lot of guys listened to the Moonglows, the Coasters, the Flamingos and the Spaniels," said Richard Heard, one of Emmett's classmates. "We'd try to imitate them in our little singing groups. It was a lot of fun."
One afternoon, Heard was invited to Emmett's house for bologna sandwiches and Kool-Aid. They were all looking forward to returning to school together in the fall where they would complete eighth grade and move on to high school. Heard never knew that would be the last time he would see his friend alive.
"Emmett was a funny guy all the time. He had a suitcase of jokes that he liked to tell," said Heard. "He loved to make people laugh. He was a chubby kid; most of the guys were skinny, but he didn't let that stand in his way. He made a lot of friends at McCosh Grammar School where we went to school."
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Just months after Emmett Till's murder, Look magazine published "The Shocking Story of Approved Killing in Mississippi," in which Roy Bryant and J. W. Milam confessed to the crime. Journalist William Bradford Huie recalled the interview:
Monday, October 24, 2005
Sunday, October 23, 2005
From The VODOU Page
Vodou is often misunderstood as being polytheistic, syncretic, or animistic.
These misconceptions will be cleared up as we discuss the characteristics of the lwa.
Vodouisants believe in one God, called Gran Met, or Great Master. This God is all powerful, all knowing, but regrettably he is considered to be sometimes distant and detached from human affairs. He is nevertheless ever present in the daily speech of Haitians, who never say, "See you tomorrow", without adding "if God wants".
The lwa are lesser entities, but more readily accessible. Aside from a generalized love for the children of Africa, the lwa require a mutual relationship with the worshipper. The lwa serve those who serve them. Lwa have well defined characteristics, including sacred numbers, colors, days, ceremonial foods, speech mannerisms, and ritual objects. A lwa, therefore, can be served by wearing clothes of the lwa's colors, making offerings of preferred foods, and observing sexual continence on days sacred to the lwa.
Many lwa are archetypal figures represented in many cultures. For example, Erzulie Freda is a love goddess comparable to Venus, Legba is a lwa of communication comparable to Hermes or Mercury. These correspondences, and sometimes pure coincidence, have led Haitians to see parallels between aspects of the lwa and images of Roman Catholic saints as they are represented in popular lithographs. During the days of French colonialism, when the majority of black people in Haiti were slaves who had been born in Africa, worship of the saints provided a convenient cover for the service of African gods and goddesses. Even the priere Guinea, a long prayer recited near the beginning of orthodox Vodou ceremonies, incorporates verses about the Virgin Mary and various saints.
This does not mean, however, that the lwa have been syncretized with the Catholic saints. No one confuses Ogoun Feraille with St. James the Greater, it is simply the image that is used. If St. James is invoked, he is considered different from Ogoun. Although the priere Guinea incorporates verses about Catholic entities, no one confuses a Vodou ceremony held in a peristyle with a Catholic service. John Murphy, in his book Santeria, proposes that symbiosis might be a more accurate term than syncretism.
Lwa are sometimes considered to reside in trees, stones, or rarely the bodies of animals. However, the lwa in the tree is not the lwa of the tree, and ceremonies conducted at the foot of the tree are directed at the lwa, not at any animistic principle of life energy pertaining to the tree.
Vodou lwa manifest their will through dreams, unusual incidents, and through the mechanism of trance possession. Possession is considered normal, natural, and desirable in the context of a Vodou ceremony and under certain other circumstances. It is comparable to the New Age phenomenon of "channeling". Lwa manifesting through possession sing, dance, tell jokes, heal the sick, and give advice.
Saturday, October 22, 2005
An angry Black woman on the subject of the angry White man:
We didn't always need affirmative action
When we broke this crazy land into farms
when we planted and harvested the crops
when we dug into the earth for water
when we carried that water into the
big house kitchens and bedrooms
when we built that big house
when we fed and clothed other people's
children with food we cooked and
served to other people's children, wearing
the garments that we fitted and we sewed
together, when we hacked and hauled
huge trees for lumber and fuel, when we
washed and polished the chandeliers,
when we bleached and pressed the linens
purchased by blood profits from our daily
forced laborings, when we lived under the
whip and in between the coffle and chains,
when we watched our babies sold away
from us, when we lost our men to
anybody's highest bidder, when slavery
defined our days and our prayers and our
nighttimes of no rest--then we did not
need affirmative action.
Like two-legged livestock we cost the
bossman three hundred and fifteen dollars
or six hundred and seventy-five dollars
so he provided for our keep
like two-legged livestock
penned into the parched periphery of very
grand plantation life. We did not need
affirmative action. NO! We needed
freedom: We needed overthrow,
revolution and a holy fire to purify the air.
But for two hundred years this crazy
land the law and the bullets behind the law
continued to affirm the gospel of
God-given White supremacy.
For two hundred years the law and the
bullets behind the law, and the money and
the politics behind the bullets behind the
law affirmed the gospel of
God-given White supremacy/
God-given male-White supremacy.
And neither the Emancipation Proclamation
nor the Civil War nor one constitutional
amendment after another nor one Civil Rights
legislation after another could bring about a
yielding of the followers of that gospel
to the beauty of our human face.
Justice don't mean nothin' to a
hateful heart!
And so we needed affirmative action. We
needed a way into the big house
besides the back door. We needed a chance at
the classroom and jobs and open housing
in okay neighborhoods.
We needed a way around the hateful hearts of
America. We needed more than freedom
because a piece of paper ain't the
same as opportunity
or education.
And some thirty years ago we agitated
and we agitated until the President said,
"We seek...
not just equality
as a right and a theory
but equality as a fact
and as a result."
And a great rejoicing rose like a spirit
dancing
fresh and happy on the soon-to-be-the-
integrated-and-most-uppity ballroom floor
of these United
States.
And Black folks everywhere dressed up in
African-American pride
and optimism.
From the littlest to the elders
we shined our shoes and brushed our hair
and got good and ready for
"equality as a fact." But
three decades later, and come to find out
we never got invited to the party
we never got included in "the people"
we never got no kind of affirmative action
worth more than a spit in the wind.
And yesterday
the new man
in the White House/
the new President declared,"What we have
done for women and minorities is a good
thing, but we must respond to those who
feel discriminated against...This is a
psychologically difficult time for the
so-called angry White man."
Well I am here to tell the world that
46 percent of my children living in poverty
does not feel good to me
and my brothers in prison and not in college
does not feel good to me
psychologically
or otherwise!
Catch that angry White man and tell him
"Get a grip!"
Forty-six percent of the American labor
force is constituted by White men but White
men occupy 95 percent of all senior
management positions!
And as a wise Black man
recently observed
"This supposedly beleaguered minority
(White males are about one-third of the
population) makes up 80 percent of the
Congress, four-fifths of tenured university
faculty, nine-tenths of the Senate
and 92 percent of the Forbes 400."
Tell me who's angry!
I say the problem with affirmative action
seems to me like way too much affirmative
talk and way too little action!
And unless you happen to belong to that
infinitesimal club of millionaire Black folks
got one hundred and eight thousand dollars
to throw into the campaign pot of their
nearest and dearest
full-time political racist,
I think you better join with me to agitate
and agitate for justice and
equality we can eat
and pay the rent with
NOW.
Friday, October 21, 2005
The stories in this collection represent a small sampling of the rich storytelling art that is the common heritage of humanity
Thursday, October 20, 2005
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh . . . . And eyes big love-crumbs,
and possibly i like the thrill
of under me you so quite new
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
William Godwin: The Apostle of "Universal Benevolence"
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P.B. Shelley, "ardour of universal benevolence.."
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Puxian-Bodhisattva of Universal Benevolence or Samantabhadra *
William Blake in "Divine Image" advocates universal benevolence
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The Adventures of Baron Munchausen, Chapter XXVI
Having passed over the nearest mountains we entered a delightful vale, where we perceived a multitude of persons at a feast of living bulls, whose flesh they cut away with great knives, making a table of the creature’s carcase, serenaded by the bellowing of the unfortunate animal. Nothing seemed requisite to add to the barbarity of this feast but kava, made as described in Cook’s voyages, and at the conclusion of the feast we perceived them brewing this liquor, which they drank with the utmost avidity. From that moment, inspired with an idea of universal benevolence, I determined to abolish the custom of eating live flesh and drinking of kava. But I knew that such a thing could not be immediately effected, whatever in future time might be performed.
Monday, October 17, 2005
The Furies or, Erinyes, were the avenging deities, the angry goddesses of the curse pronounced upon evil-doers.
According to Hesiod they were the daughters of Earth, and sprang from the blood of the mutilated Uranus; in Aeschylus they are the daughters of Night, in Sophocles of Darkness and Earth.
Sometimes one Erinyes is mentioned, sometimes several. Euripides first spoke of them as three in number, to whom later Alexandrian writers gave the names Alecto (unceasing in anger), Tisiphone (avenger of murder), and Megaera (jealous).
Their home is the underworld, but they ascend to earth to pursue the wicked. They punish all offences against the laws of human society, such as perjury, violation of the rites of hospitality, and, above all, the murder of relations. But they are not without benevolent and beneficent attributes. When the sinner has expiated his crime they are ready to forgive.
Thus, their persecution of Orestes ceases after his acquittal by the Areopagus. It is said that on this occasion they were first called Eumenides ("the kindly"), a euphemistic variant of their real name.
Sunday, October 16, 2005
Saturday, October 15, 2005
We met before the earthly time,
Together formed in peace.
The soaring lyrics of our love
The flight of swan and geese:
Spirit was our watering-place,
Eternity our sky;
And Life himself no others knew
Who loved as You and I
But man began the journey
Descent from heaven to earth.
Where in the cradle of concept
Man would come to birth.
We chose to nurse and steer him.
Until his soul could fly,
And soon Life knew no other two
As sad as You and I.
But the tempo now is changing:
There's quickening in the blood
As Man begins to reach the light
And struggle from the mud.
So soon time will not hold him
From destiny on high.
Then all as one shall travel home
To the World of You and I.
Friday, October 14, 2005
The great immutable decrees which forever keep order in the infinite realm of manifested life are all based upon the one great principle of creation, love. That is the heart, the source of all & the very hub upon which existence in form takes place. Love is harmony & without it in the beginning of a form that form could not come into existence at all. Love is the cohesive power of the universe & without it a universe could not be.
In your scientific world love expresses itself as the attractive force between the electrons. It is the directive intelligence which wills them into form, the power which keeps them whirling around a central core & the breath within the core that draws them to it. The same thing is true of each vortex of force everywhere in creation. A central core & the electrons whirling around it form an atom. This core of love is to the atom what the magnetic pole is to the Earth & what the spine is to the human body. Without a central core or heart-center there is only the unformed universal light, the electrons filling infinity & whirling around the Great Central Sun.
The electron is pure spirit or light of God. It remains forever uncontaminated & perfect. It is eternally self-sustained, indestructible, self-luminous & intelligent. It is immortal, ever-pure, intelligent light-energy & the only real true substance out of which everything in the universe is made, the eternally perfect life-essence of God. Interstellar space is filled with this pure light-essence. It is not dark & in chaos as has been the ignorant limited concept of puny human intellects. This great sea of universal light that exists everywhere throughout infinity is constantly being drawn into form & given a quality of one kind or another according to the way the electrons are held around a central point or core by love.
The number of electrons which combine with each other in a specific atom is the result of & determined by conscious thought. The rate at which they whirl around the central core is the result of & determined by feeling. The intensity of the drawing & whirling motion within the central core is the breath of God & therefore the most concentrated activity of divine love. Speaking in scientific terms it would be called centripetal force. There are the determining factors which make the quality of an atom.
Thus you will see the atom is an entity, a living breathing thing created or brought into existence by the breath, the love of God, thru the will of self-conscious intelligence. In this way the Word is made flesh. The machinery that self-conscious intelligence uses to accomplish this manifestation of its being is thought & feeling. Destructive thought & discordant feeling so rearrange the ratio & rate of speed of the electrons within the atom that the duration of the breath of God within the pole is changed. The duration of the breath is decreed by the will of the consciousness using that particular kind of atom. If that conscious directing will is withdrawn the electrons lose their polarity & fly apart seeking their way back intelligently mind you to the Great Central Sun, repolarizing themselves. There they receive love only, the breath of God is never-ending & order--the first law--is eternally maintained.
Some scientists have claimed & taught that planets collide in space. No such thing is possible. To do so would be to throw the entire plan of creation into chaos. It really is fortunate indeed that the mighty laws of God are not limited to the opinions of some of the children of earth. It does not matter what any scientist thinks, God-creation is ever moving forward & expressing more & more perfection.
Constructive thought & harmonious feeling within a human mind & body are the activities of love & order. These permit the perfect ratio & speed of the electrons within the atom to remain permanent & thus they stay polarized at their particular point in the universe as long as the duration of the breath of God within their core is held steady by the will of the directing self-conscious intelligence using the body in which they exist. In this way the quality of perfection & maintenance of life in a human body is always under the consscious control of the will of the individual occupying it. The will of the individual is supreme over his temple & even in cases of accident no one leaves his body temple until he wills to do so. Very often pain in the body, fear, uncertainty & many other things influence the personality to change its decisions concerning what it has willed in the past, but everything that happens to the body is & will always be under the control of the individual's freewill.
To understand the above explanation concerning the electron & the conscious control the individual has thru his thought & feeling to govern the atomic structure of his own body is to understand the one principle governing form thruout infinity. When man will make the effort to prove this to himself or within his own atomic fleshbody he will then proceed to master himself. When he has done that all else in the universe is his willing co-worker to accomplish whatsoever he wills thru love. Whoever makes himself willingly obedient unto the law of love has perfection in his mind & world permanently maintained. Unto him & him alone does all authority & mastery belong. He only has the right to rule because he has first learned to obey. When he has obtained obedience from the atomic structure within his own mind & body all atomic structure outside of his own mind & body will obey him also.
Thus each individual thru thought & feeling has the power to rise to the highest or sink to the lowest. Each one alone determines his own pathway of experience. By conscious control of his attention as to what he allows his mind to accept he can walk & talk with God face to face or, looking away from God, become lower than the animals sinking his human consciousness into oblivion. In the latter case the God-flame within him then withdraws from its human habitation. After aeons of time it tries a human journey once again into the world of physical matter until final victory is accomplished consciously & of its own freewill.
One of the services of the seventh ray is to help to sublimate & transmute impure substance drawn into the forcefields around electrons in the emotional, mental, etheric & physical bodies. Thus the individual redeems consciously all the energy he has drawn thru the ages & used for experimentation. As in a carpenter's workshop there are many shavings, much sawdust & other residue which result from his endeavors to produce a form of beauty so there is in the aura much residue which results from experimentation with the tools of creation.
The good carpenter not only produces a beautiful piece of furniture but cleans up his workshop as well. The good honest chela in the process of ascending into his God-estate has the use of the violet fire to clean up the residue of his experimentations with life while consciously developing his own divine nature. This is balance, spiritual integriy & mercy to the rest of the universe. Too long have the nature kingdom & the ascended host continued to transmute this residue for man! Now he has the way & means of making this personal transmutation of the energies for which he is accountable. At the same time he thus qualifies to become an ascended being himself!
Thursday, October 13, 2005
It was an "I do" heard around the world. Same-sex marriages with the papers to prove them - endorsed by the mayor - performed beneath the grand rotunda of San Francisco City Hall. It was a Valentine's Day weekend unlike any before and, from the historic first ceremony, The Chronicle was there.
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
English - I love you
Afrikaans - Ek het jou lief
Albanian - Te dua
Arabic - Ana behibak (to male)
Arabic - Ana behibek (to female)
Armenian - Yes kez sirumen
Bambara - M'bi fe
Bengali - Ami tomake bhalobashi (pronounced: Amee toe-ma-kee bhalo-bashee)
Belarusian - Ya tabe kahayu
Bisaya - Nahigugma ako kanimo
Bulgarian - Obicham te
Cambodian - Soro lahn nhee ah
Cantonese Chinese - Ngo oiy ney a
Catalan - T'estimo
Cherokee - Tsi ge yu i
Cheyenne - Ne mohotatse
Chichewa - Ndimakukonda
Corsican - Ti tengu caru (to male)
Creol - Mi aime jou
Croatian - Volim te
Czech - Miluji te
Danish - Jeg Elsker Dig
Dutch - Ik hou van jou
Elvish - Amin mela lle (from The Lord of The Rings, by J.R.R. Tolkien)
Esperanto - Mi amas vin
Estonian - Ma armastan sind
Ethiopian - Afgreki'
Faroese - Eg elski teg
Farsi - Doset daram
Filipino - Mahal kita
Finnish - Mina rakastan sinua
French - Je t'aime, Je t'adore
Frisian - Ik hâld fan dy
Gaelic - Ta gra agam ort
Georgian - Mikvarhar
German - Ich liebe dich
Greek - S'agapo
Gujarati - Hoo thunay prem karoo choo
Hiligaynon - Palangga ko ikaw
Hawaiian - Aloha Au Ia`oe
Hebrew - Ani ohev otah (to female)
Hebrew - Ani ohev et otha (to male)
Hiligaynon - Guina higugma ko ikaw
Hindi - Hum Tumhe Pyar Karte hae
Hmong - Kuv hlub koj
Hopi - Nu' umi unangwa'ta
Hungarian - Szeretlek
Icelandic - Eg elska tig
Ilonggo - Palangga ko ikaw
Indonesian - Saya cinta padamu
Inuit - Negligevapse
Irish - Taim i' ngra leat
Italian - Ti amo
Japanese - Aishiteru
Kannada - Naanu ninna preetisuttene
Kapampangan - Kaluguran daka
Kiswahili - Nakupenda
Konkani - Tu magel moga cho
Korean - Sarang Heyo
Latin - Te amo
Latvian - Es tevi miilu
Lebanese - Bahibak
Lithuanian - Tave myliu
Luxembourgeois - Ech hun dech gäer
Macedonian - Te Sakam
Malay - Saya cintakan mu / Aku cinta padamu
Malayalam - Njan Ninne Premikunnu
Mandarin Chinese - Wo ai ni
Marathi - Me tula prem karto
Mohawk - Kanbhik
Moroccan - Ana moajaba bik
Nahuatl - Ni mits neki
Navaho - Ayor anosh'ni
Norwegian - Jeg Elsker Deg
Pandacan - Syota na kita!!
Pangasinan - Inaru Taka
Papiamento - Mi ta stimabo
Persian - Doo-set daaram
Pig Latin - Iay ovlay ouyay
Polish - Kocham Ciebie
Portuguese - Eu te amo
Romanian - Te iubesc
Russian - Ya tebya liubliu
Scot Gaelic - Tha gra\dh agam ort
Serbian - Volim te
Setswana - Ke a go rata
Sign Language - ,\,,/ (represents position of fingers when signing'I Love You')
Sindhi - Maa tokhe pyar kendo ahyan
Sioux - Techihhila
Slovak - Lu`bim ta
Slovenian - Ljubim te
Spanish - Te quiero / Te amo
Swahili - Ninapenda wewe
Swedish - Jag alskar dig
Swiss-German - Ich lieb Di
Surinam - Mi lobi joe
Tagalog - Mahal kita
Taiwanese - Wa ga ei li
Tahitian - Ua Here Vau Ia Oe
Tamil - Nan unnai kathalikaraen
Telugu - Nenu ninnu premistunnanu
Thai - Chan rak khun (to male)
Thai - Phom rak khun (to female)
Turkish - Seni Seviyorum
Ukrainian - Ya tebe kahayu
Urdu - mai aap say pyaar karta hoo
Vietnamese - Anh ye^u em (to female)
Vietnamese - Em ye^u anh (to male)
Welsh - 'Rwy'n dy garu di
Yiddish - Ikh hob dikh
Yoruba - Mo ni fe
Monday, October 10, 2005
Do not stand at my grave and weep, by Mary E. Frye
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Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
Sunday, October 09, 2005
Angelic minds, they say, by simple intelligence
Behold the Forms of nature. They discern
Unerringly the Archtypes, all the verities
Which mortals lack or indirectly learn.
Transparent in primordial truth, unvarying,
Pure Earthness and right Stonehood from their clear,
High eminence are seen; unveiled, the seminal
Huge Principles appear.
The Tree-ness of the tree they know-the meaning of
Arboreal life, how from earth's salty lap
The solar beam uplifts it; all the holiness
Enacted by leaves' fall and rising sap;
But never an angel knows the knife-edged severance
Of sun from shadow where the trees begin,
The blessed cool at every pore caressing us
-An angel has no skin.
They see the Form of Air; but mortals breathing it
Drink the whole summer down into the breast.
The lavish pinks, the field new-mown, the ravishing
Sea-smells, the wood-fire smoke that whispers Rest.
The tremor on the rippled pool of memory
That from each smell in widening circles goes,
The pleasure and the pang --can angels measure it?
An angel has no nose.
The nourishing of life, and how it flourishes
On death, and why, they utterly know; but not
The hill-born, earthy spring, the dark cold bilberries.
The ripe peach from the southern wall still hot
Full-bellied tankards foamy-topped, the delicate
Half-lyric lamb, a new loaf's billowy curves,
Nor porridge, nor the tingling taste of oranges.
—An angel has no nerves.
Far richer they! I know the senses' witchery
Guards us like air, from heavens too big to see;
Imminent death to man that barb'd sublimity
And dazzling edge of beauty unsheathed would be.
Yet here, within this tiny, charmed interior,
This parlour of the brain, their Maker shares
With living men some secrets in a privacy
Forever ours, not theirs.
Saturday, October 08, 2005
Hello, and welcome to Porta Ludovica! And a special congratulations to any visitors from Milan who have managed to break free from “Milanese Space,” but I regret to inform you that this Porta Ludovica exists only in cyberspace, and will not help you in triangulating your way back to Piazza Napoli. Sorry!
Umberto Eco is an Italian writer of fiction, essays, academic texts, and children’s books, and certainly one of the finest authors of the twentieth century. A professor of semiotics at the University of Bologna, Eco’s brilliant fiction is known for its playful use of language and symbols, its astonishing array of allusions and references, and clever use of puzzles and narrative inventions. His perceptive essays on modern culture are filled with a delightful sense of humor and irony, and his ideas on semiotics, interpretation, and aesthetics have established his reputation as one of academia’s foremost thinkers.
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Paradox of Porta Ludovica (A Study of Ambiguous Triangulation)
(Introduction)
A short explanation on who I am and why this site is named for a place that may or may not be in Milan. My name is Umberto Umberto
(Biography)
A small biographical sketch of Umberto Eco. I construct Aristotelian Machines, that allow anyone to see with Words
(Works – Fiction & Nonfiction)
A look at his literary output, from his novels to his academic texts. Most have a small summary and some commentary. Unheard-of Curiosities
(Eco’s Writings & Essays)
A collection of essays and short writings by Umberto Eco avalaible online for perusal. Reviewers will unhesitatingly recommend it as required reading in the schools
(Reviews)
Reviews of works by and about Eco, culled from newspapers, magazines, and online sources. In the construction of Immortal Fame you need first of all a cosmic shamelessness
(Interviews & Articles)
The Professor in interview and articles; also culled from newspapers, magazines, and online sources. A novel, which is a machine for generating interpretations
(Criticism)
Articles and books of academic criticism written about Eco and his works. Mystical. Dramatic. Baroque. Algolagnical. Scatological. Sadomasochistic.
(Quotations)
A collection of interesting quotations and remarks made by Eco in his fiction and nonfiction. I shrink into one remote corner of my mind, to draw from it a story
(Books on Tape)
A listing and review of some audio versions of Eco’s novels. The Great Art of Light and Shadow
(Cinema, Theater & Music)
Eco’s works and influences in non-printed media, from the film The Name of the Rose to Robert Wilson’s The Days Before. Sext: In which Adso admires the door of the church
(Images)
Photographs of Eco and of subjects relating to his works, plus a few interesting things I created myself with Photoshop after a zillion cups of coffee. Sir, no person of sense believes in these historiettes!
(Papers about Eco)
Links to a few papers or essays related to Eco found around the Web. The Curious Learning of the Wits of the Day
(Eco Online Communities: Reading Groups, Mailing Lists & Newsgroups)
Links to Eco-ralted online communities, including Specula, the new Umberto Eco Mailing List. Advancing into the forest of resemblances
(Links)
Links to other sites relating to Eco or his works. I would advise against getting involved with a man like this: we’ll end up with a mountain of his books in the warehouse
(Bookstore)
A very comprehensive catalog of Eco works and Eco-related titles, directly available for ordering online through Amazon.com Books. “You cannot believe what you are saying.”
(FAQ: Frequently Asked Questions)
Do you have a question about Umberto Eco, this Web site, or the fellow who runs it? Try the Porta Ludovica FAQ file first. That one is a heron, he said to himself, that a crane, a quail.
(Contact)
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