Saturday, December 29, 2007
Boys and their plastic toys
an article from BBC News, Toy weapons 'help boys to learn'
Friday, December 21, 2007
by Bertolt Brecht
Bad Time for Poetry
Yes, I know: only the happy man
Is liked. His voice
Is good to hear. His face is handsome.
In my poetry a rhyme
Would seem to me almost insolent.
Inside me contend
Delight at the apple tree in blossom
And horror at the house-painter’s speeches.
But only the second
Drives me to my desk.
Changing the Wheel
I sit by the roadside
The driver changes the wheel.
I do not like the place I have come from.
I do not like the place I am going to.
Why with impatience do I
Watch him changing the wheel?
from Letter to the Actor Charles Laughton
Concerning the Work on the Play
The Life of Galileo
Again and again I turned actor, demonstrating
A character’s gestures and tone of voice, and you
Turned writer. Yet neither I nor you
Stepped outside his proffesion.
I, the Survivor
I know of course: it’s simply luck
That I’ve survived so many friends. But last night in a dream
I heard those friends say of me: ‘Survival of the fittest’
And I hated myself.
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
I'm going to the doctor
BENWAY
by William S. Burroughs
NURSE: 'I can’t find her pulse, doctor.'
DR. BENWAY: 'Maybe she got it up her snatch in a finger stall.'
NURSE: 'Adrenalin, doctor?'
DR. BENWAY: 'The night porter shot it all up for kicks.' He looks around and picks up one of those rubber vacuum cups at the end of a stick they use to unstop toilets…. He advances on the patient…. 'Make an incision, Doctor Limpf,' he says to his appalled assistant…. 'I’m going to massage the heart.'
Dr. Limpf shrugs and begins the incision. Dr. Benway washes the suction cup by swishing it around in the toilet-bowl….
NURSE: 'Shouldn’t it be sterilized, doctor?'
DR. BENWAY: 'Very likely but there’s no time.' He sits on the suction cup like a cane seat watching his assistant make the incision…. 'You young squirts couldn’t lance a pimple without an electric vibrating scalpel with automatic drain and suture…. Soon we’ll be operating by remote control on patients we never see…. We’ll be nothing but button pushers. All the skill is going out of surgery…. All the know-how and make-do… Did I ever tell you about the time I performed an appendectomy with a rusty sardine can? And once I was caught short without instrument one and removed a uterine tumor with my teeth. That was in the Upper Effendi, and besides…'
DR. LIMPF: 'The incision is ready, doctor.'
Dr. Benway forces the cup into the incision and works it up and down. Blood spurts all over the doctors, the nurse and the wall…. The cup makes a horrible sucking sound.
NURSE: 'I think she’s gone, doctor.'
DR. BENWAY: 'Well, it’s all in the day’s work.' He walks across the room to a medicine cabinet…. 'Some fucking drug addict has cut my cocaine with Saniflush! Nurse! Send the boy out to fill this RX on the double!'
photo from here
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
not to survive
Dear goddess
Crash into the crystalline damp of the full moon
Offer naturalist opium
Cancel the apocalypse
And buy me a drink
How much is gonna cost to slaughter a mirror?
Earth-core makes my throat sore
I can quote any pop artist:
Death and destruction
Asthma – just a touch
Paranoia – just a touch
Valley of death – just a touch
Sensationalism – just a touch
Who wants to be a decoy?
Plenty of mucus in bronchial tubes
Fragments of glass in the sea
I am not bullet proof
I want to buy some hard liquor
Based on crimes and lies
Our writing sleeps
Abyme
Discuss our tactics
To fight the mirror
I see the moon
In the valley of extraterrestrial activities
Be feel indulge
Ongoing depression
Unsuitable anthology of madness
Falling
Ballad for Bad Boys
I expect brutality and exploitation to appear
Bad Boys
One case in point:
Todesfuge – sleep with the machinery
Plain looking caftans and flowing skirts
Going along with an old hat input
Sex kittens
In a courtroom drama
I would choose not to survive