We live within a daylight world Lit by the sun, where winds unfurled Sweep clouds to scatter pattering rain, And then blow back the sun again. I sell my fancies, or my swords, To those who care far more for words, Ideas, of which they are the sign, Than any other life-design.
"But the other half of my business deals With visions and fancies. Under seals, Sorted, and placed in vessels here, I keep the seeds of an atmosphere. "
Du meine Güte! I have tried to be shocked but I've seen similar stuff repeatedly. It's amazing how naive these people are. The whole purpose of teaching history is to learn from mistakes. How can that work if you leave out the mistakes and teach your pupils the SS sang 'Erika'? (I wonder if any of the guys knew they were singing about Blümchen). It reminds me of that scary novel by Stephen King about the teenager who gets obsessed with the Nazis - forgot the name. It was one of the seasons-series I think. Best
"In another room are my grindstones and hones, For whetting razors and putting a point On daggers, sometimes I even anoint The blades with a subtle poison, so A twofold result may follow the blow"
The pen is mightier than the sword, especially when poisoned. ;-)
1:54 PM, March 18, 2007
Thomas D said...
Hmm, I never heard of Lowell before. At first I thought it might be Browning... interesting.
11:22 AM, April 02, 2007
"He took a shagreen letter case From his pocket, and with charming grace Offered me a printed card. I read the legend, "Ephraim Bard. Dealer in Words." And that was all. I stared at the letters, whimsical Indeed, or was it merely a jest. He answered my unasked request: "All books are either dreams or swords, You can cut, or you can drug, with words. My firm is a very ancient house, The entries on my books would rouse Your wonder, perhaps incredulity. I inherited from an ancestry Stretching remotely back and far, This business, and my clients are As were those of my grandfather's days, Writers of books, and poems, and plays. My swords are tempered for every speech, For fencing wit, or to carve a breach Through old abuses the world condones. In another room are my grindstones and hones, For whetting razors and putting a point On daggers, sometimes I even anoint The blades with a subtle poison, so A twofold result may follow the blow. These are purchased by men who feel The need of stabbing society's heel, Which egotism has brought them to think Is set on their necks. I have foils to pink An adversary to quaint reply, And I have customers who buy Scalpels with which to dissect the brains And hearts of men. Ultramundanes Even demand some finer kinds To open their own souls and minds. But the other half of my business deals With visions and fancies. Under seals, Sorted, and placed in vessels here, I keep the seeds of an atmosphere. "
"Sword Blades"
8 Comments -
We live within a daylight world
Lit by the sun, where winds unfurled
Sweep clouds to scatter pattering rain,
And then blow back the sun again.
I sell my fancies, or my swords,
To those who care far more for words,
Ideas, of which they are the sign,
Than any other life-design.
3:26 PM, March 16, 2007
"Through old abuses the world condones".
-sad, but true :-(
Klaus
1:38 AM, March 17, 2007
Through old abuses...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Em5cxBMZ-hI&mode=related&search=
This is sick!
Klaus
4:37 AM, March 17, 2007
"But the other half of my business deals
With visions and fancies. Under seals,
Sorted, and placed in vessels here,
I keep the seeds of an atmosphere. "
Magic is in the Air
Words with such flair
Bee, Wishing you a great weekend!
4:41 AM, March 17, 2007
Hi Klaus,
Du meine Güte! I have tried to be shocked but I've seen similar stuff repeatedly. It's amazing how naive these people are. The whole purpose of teaching history is to learn from mistakes. How can that work if you leave out the mistakes and teach your pupils the SS sang 'Erika'? (I wonder if any of the guys knew they were singing about Blümchen). It reminds me of that scary novel by Stephen King about the teenager who gets obsessed with the Nazis - forgot the name. It was one of the seasons-series I think. Best
B.
10:51 AM, March 17, 2007
Hi Quasar :-)
Magic is in the Air
Words with such flair
Thanks! A terrific weekend to you too!
-B.
10:52 AM, March 17, 2007
"In another room are my grindstones and hones,
For whetting razors and putting a point
On daggers, sometimes I even anoint
The blades with a subtle poison, so
A twofold result may follow the blow"
The pen is mightier than the sword, especially when poisoned. ;-)
1:54 PM, March 18, 2007
Hmm, I never heard of Lowell before. At first I thought it might be Browning... interesting.
11:22 AM, April 02, 2007