Attityd: Helgon Jes2:4, Matt19:24, Mat6:25/34, Luk17:21, Mark10:18
Sexuell läggning: Obesvarat http://www.controlarms.org/go/join/
Civilstatus: Gift Hanna!
Intressen: Religion poesi,political hypocrisy vs rättvisa,baka bröd o
Boende: Bo? mmm..... persiko paj
Politik: Radikal Ahimsa som Joseph Schultz/Berrigan
Hår: Obesvarat http://www.asianart.com/exhibitions/d...
Dricker: Té. How do you like them apples!
Musiksmak: Klassiskt Blues! Jazz, Kletzmer,Hungarianfolk, RussianBards
Musikfavoriter: Cohen, Dylan, Chapman, Vega, Aleksandr Rozenbaum, Baez,
McKennitt, Holiday, huhuuu!Winnerbäck, David Rovics,
Vreeswijk, Diab, Fairus, Um Kultum, Marianne G. Nielsen,
Garabek, Bach, Haydn, Drake, Bessie Smith, Vaughan,
Telemann, Ma Rainey, Cadenza, Dire Straits, Nirvana, Blind
Blake, Blind Lemon Jefferson, Blind Willy McTell, Blind
Willy Johnson, Blind Boy Fuller, Blind Gary Davis, Blind Joe
Taggart, Blind Jimmie Strothers, Blind Sonny Terry, Blind
boy ’o Alabamba, Muddy Waters, Greenday, Beatles, Silver-
chair, U2, Mozart, Korn, Fitzgerald, Armstrong, Garth
Brooks, Cradle Of Filth, Anita O’day, Hank Williams, Åsa
Jinder, Johny Cash, Nick Cave, Herman van Veen, Doors,
Björk........ The fat dude that’s singing ”LA DONNA È
MOBILE” on P2 right now etc, etc, etc. Oh..! and Elvis
... of course
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Ohh Christ!!!!!!, this night i can finaly feel the change comming!! Five weeks of depression and now relief/respite/water, spirit, poem, balls, sweat smiles wild laughter in empte school ful heart head kinship to all the beatpoets who did’nt die tragic deaths.. P2 saves my ass and maybe my studies too
playlist:
Niccolò Paganini - MOTO PERPETUO
GEORGE GERSHWIN PORGY AND BESS: ”IT AIN’T NECESSARILY SO”
WOLFGANG AMADEUS MOZART TRIO FÖR PI, KLAR & VIOLA ESS-DUR KV 498 (III)
GIOACCHINO ROSSINI TANCREDI: UVERTYR
HENRY PURCELL ”MUSIC FOR A WHILE”
RONALD BINGE SAILING BY THE NEW LONDON ORCHESTRA
JOAQUÍN TURINA SERENAD FÖR STRÅKAR
JOSEF STRAUSS PLAPPERMÄULCHEN
BÉLA BARTÓK Violinkonsert nr 2 (I) yes, oo yes!
Books!!! Buber, Ysbrantsz, Kafka, Mulisch, Green, Hemmingway, Crowley, Hesse, Salinger, Krishnamurti, Miller, Castenada, Dostoyevsky, Lewis, Tolkien, Kerouac, Oz, Micheline, Dahlström, Carroll, Elliot, Tolstoy, Goethe, Orwell, Bellow, Solzhenitsyn, Rushdie, Dahl, Ghandi, Van Dis, Lorca, Suzuki, Merton, Nouwen, Marquez, Poe, Lindgren, Chekov, Shakespeare, Homer, Danté, Rice, Stoker, Kieviet, Pleijel,G.Sahlberg, E.Caqour, Strindberg, Moberg, Mellergård, Jesaja, Jordan, Kolakowski, Piltz, Schultz, Hammar, Dickens, Becket, Sartre, Austen, Regardie, Subcommandante Marcos, Plato, Habibi, Chomsky, Pilger, Said, Tranströmer......ad infinitum. http://www.akayism.org
VIKTIGT!!!
Amnesty, IANSA and Oxfam have just launched a global
campaign aiming to stop gun running and control the arms
trade - and they need your support now. Simply go to:
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the area dividing the brain and the soul
is affected in many ways by
experience --
some lose all mind and become soul:
insane.
some lose all soul and become mind:
intellectual.
some lose both and become:
accepted. http://www.viska.se
för vem kan förklara att vapen är skitiga, fula små saker
när leksaksaffären är full av soldater
och vilken mamma ska moralisera
när loket kan ge oss miljoner och mera?
http://www.layoutkungen.se/animation....
Ja vielä minä sanon teille:
helpompi on kamelin käydä neulansilmän läpi kuin rikkaan päästä Jumalan valtakuntaan...
Put that in your pipe and smoke it!
http://www.riktigkille.nu/
Poem To The Freaks
To live as I have done is surely absurd
in cheap hotels and furnished rooms
To walk up side streets and down back alleys
talking to oneself
and screaming to the sky obscenities
That the arts is a rotten business indeed
That mediocrity and the rage of fashion rules
My poems and paintings piled on the floor
To be one with himself
A Saint
A Prince
To Perservere
Through storms and hard-ons
Through dusk and dawns
To kick death in the ass
To be passed over like a bad penny
A midget
An Ant
A roach
A freak
A Hot Piece
An Outlaw
Raise your cup and drink my friend
Drink for those who walk alone in the night
To the crippled and the blind
To the lost and the damned
To the lone bird flying in the sky
Drink to wonder
Drink to me
Drink to pussy and dreams
Drink to madness and the stars
I hear the birds singing
http://media.putfile.com/news_report_...
Blues Poem
I got no smile cause I’m down
I carry a horn to blow in all these streets
A solo riff out of my head
How could you ever know I feel
So high on life and feet and ass and legs and thighs
That I can rise and dance with all the stars
And I can eat the moon and laugh an I can cry
The dark caves of cities hungry streets
The tired faces dark and dreary bent
and all the death it dies
I let it die
I lift my horn and blow some sounds
some sound for kids to come
Some unborn sun
in darker streets than mine
Magicians carry wings so they can fly
Let’s blow a horn and love
Let’s get on it and ride
and laugh and dance and jive
Let’s shake the dead and let the downers die
The magic of the singers warms the earth
A song
A poem
Some paradise of mind
I got to smile now
I’m feeling good
The city street
The palace of my mind
http://www.livsviktigt.se/
.....
Finally, another important characteristic of the Kingdom of God and the reign of God is power. It is, however, a different type of power from the powers that be. We need power in order to affect change. Without power we are ineffective. Our source of power is God, the power of the Holy Spirit.
Jesus Christ, living in our country as a Palestinian under occupation, offers us a different model of power. The power of love, the power of non-violence, the power of serving others, the power of servant leadership, the power of influence not manipulation or control, the power of truth and justice, the power to stand up with courage and confront evil and oppression.
(Naim Ateek at Sabeel’s alternative assembly in Jerusalem 2001)
http://www.icdc.com/~paulwolf/cointel...
....
Gerominon
(Thou hast nor youth nor age
But as it were an after dinner sleep
Dreaming of both.)
Here I am, an old man in a dry month,
Being read to by a boy, waiting for rain.
I was neither at the hot gates
Nor fought in the warm rain
Nor knee deep in the salt marsh, heaving a cutlass,
Bitten by flies, fought.
My house is a decayed house,
And the jew squats on the window sill, the owner,Spawned in some estaminet of Antwerp,
Blistered in Brussels, patched and peeled in London.
The goat coughs at night in the field overhead;Rocks, moss, stonecrop, iron, merds.
The woman keeps the kitchen, makes tea,
Sneezes at evening, poking the peevish gutter. I an old man,
A dull head among windy spaces.
Signs are taken for wonders. “We would see a sign!”
The word within a word, unable to speak a word,Swaddled with darkness. In the juvescence of the year
Came Christ the tiger
In depraved May, dogwood and chestnut, flowering judas,
To be eaten, to be divided, to be drunk
Among whispers; by Mr. Silvero
With caressing hands, at Limoges
Who walked all night in the next room;
By Hakagawa, bowing among the Titians;
By Madame de Tornquist, in the dark room
Shifting the candles; Fräulein von Kulp
Who turned in the hall, one hand on the door. Vacant shuttles
Weave the wind. I have no ghosts,
An old man in a draughty house
Under a windy knob.
After such knowledge, what forgiveness? Think now
History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors
And issues, deceives with whispering ambitions, Guides us by vanities. Think now
She gives when our attention is distracted
And what she gives, gives with such supple confusions
That the giving famishes the craving. Gives too late
What’s not believed in, or if still believed,
In memory only, reconsidered passion. Gives too soon
Into weak hands, what’s thought can be dispensed with
Till the refusal propagates a fear. Think
Neither fear nor courage saves us. Unnatural vices
Are fathered by our heroism. Virtues
Are forced upon us by our impudent crimes.
These tears are shaken from the wrath-bearing tree.
The tiger springs in the new year. Us he devours. Think at last
We have not reached conclusion, when I
Stiffen in a rented house. Think at last
I have not made this show purposelessly
And it is not by any concitation
Of the backward devils
I would meet you upon this honestly.
I that was near your heart was removed therefrom
To lose beauty in terror, terror in inquisition.
I have lost my passion: why should I need to keep it
Since what is kept must be adulterated?
I have lost my sight, smell, hearing, taste and touch:
How should I use them for your closer contact? These with a thousand small deliberations
Protract the profit of their chilled delirium,
Excite the membrane, when the sense has cooled,With pungent sauces, multiply variety
In a wilderness of mirrors. What will the spider do
Suspend its operations, will the weevil
Delay? De Bailhache, Fresca, Mrs. Cammel, whirled
Beyond the circuit of the shuddering Bear
In fractured atoms. Gull against the wind, in the windy straits
Of Belle Isle, or running on the Horn,
White feathers in the snow, the Gulf claims,
And an old man driven by the Trades
To a sleepy corner.
Tenants of the house,
Thoughts of a dry brain in a dry season.
http://www.cidi.nl/news/2001/120301b....
för vem kan förklara att vapen är skitiga, fula små saker
när leksaksaffären är full av soldater
och vilken mamma ska moralisera
när loket kan ge oss miljoner och mera?
för vem kan förklara att vapen är skitiga, fula små saker
när leksaksaffären är full av soldater
och vilken mamma ska moralisera
när loket kan ge oss miljoner och mera?
för vem kan förklara att vapen är skitiga, fula små saker
när leksaksaffären är full av soldater
och vilken mamma ska moralisera
när loket kan ge oss miljoner och mera?
för vem kan förklara att vapen är skitiga, fula små saker
när leksaksaffären är full av soldater
och vilken mamma ska moralisera
när loket kan ge oss miljoner och mera?
för vem kan förklara att vapen är skitiga, fula små saker
när leksaksaffären är full av soldater
och vilken mamma ska moralisera
när loket kan ge oss miljoner och mera?
för vem kan förklara att vapen är skitiga, fula små saker
när leksaksaffären är full av soldater
och vilken mamma ska moralisera
när loket kan ge oss miljoner och mera?
för vem kan förklara att vapen är skitiga, fula små saker
när leksaksaffären är full av soldater
och vilken mamma ska moralisera
när loket kan ge oss miljoner och mera?
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Qui Jésus bombarderait-il ?
David Rovics
Je vous ai vus au marché
Je vous ai vus dans la rue
Dans vos congrès politiques
Parler de votre croisade
Parler de votre nation
Et d,autres choses trop terribles pour être mentionnées
Et vous vous proclamez Chrétiens
Proclamez votre foi en Dieu
Vous parlez de tarte aux pommes et de votre mère
Mais j’ai une question pour vous
Et je voudrais une réponse
Dites-mois : qui Jésus bombarderait-il ?
Peut-être que Jésus bombarderait les Syriens
Parce qu’ils ne sont pas Juifs comme lui
Peut-être que Jésus bombarderait les Afghans
Sur une sorte de coup de tête vengeur
Peut-être que Jésus conduirait un M1 tank
Et tirerait sur Saddam
Dites-moi, qui Jésus bombarderait-il ?
Je vous ai vus à la télé
Et sur les navires de guerre
Je vous ai vus dans une maison sur la colline
Et je vous ai entendus parler
Parler de faire du monde un endroit plus sûr
Et de tous les hommes que vous devez tuer
Et vous parlez de façon si désinvolte
De votre civilisation
Et du fait que vous êtes moralement supérieurs
Tandis que sur la moitié de la Terre
Vos explosifs détruisent des édifices
Ah ! Si vous pouviez seulement en entendre le son
Peut-être que Jésus vendrait des mines
Et se tiendrait prêt à actionner sa chaise électrique
Peut-être que Jésus ne montrerait aucune compassion
Pour ses ennemis dans les terres loin là-bas
Peut-être que Jésus aurait conduit un des avions
Qui ont tué des enfants au Viet Nam
Dites-moi, qui Jésus bombarderait-il ?
Oui, je vous entend vociférer avec confiance
Et vous rendez grâce au Seigneur
Et vous parlez de ce Dieu que vous connaissez si bien
Et vous parlez d’Armageddon
De votre victoire finale
Quand toutes les forces du mal iront en enfer
Vous feriez bien d’espérer avoir fait le bon choix
Et être du bon côté du Seigneur
Quand vous mourrez votre conscience sera tranquille
Vous feriez bien d’espérer que vos bombes atomiques
Soient meilleures que l’épée
Quand viendra le temps de votre Jugement
Parce que je ne crois pas que Jésus enverrait des hélicoptères de combat à Bethléem
Ou des avions pour raser les villes du Timor
Je ne pense pas que Jésus donnerait de l’argent aux dictateurs
Ou conduirait des SUV
Je ne pense pas que Jésus aurait laissé s’échapper
La moindre goutte de napalm
Alors dites-moi, qui Jésus bombarderait-il ?
Der Erlkönig anno 2003
Wer surft so spät durch Nacht und Netze?
Es ist der User in wilder Hetze!
Er hält sein Windows fest im Arm,
und auch dem Modem ist schon warm.
'Mein Windows, was birgst du so bang dein Gesicht?'
Siehst, User, du das Virus nicht?
Den Trojanerkönig mit Macro und Wurm? -
'Mein Windows - es ist nur ein Datensturm.'
'Betriebssystem, komm geh mit mir!
Gar schöne Spiele spiel ich mit dir;
Manch' bunte WebSites sind an dem Strand,
und auf den Servern gibt's viel Tand.'
Mein User, mein User, und hörest du nicht,
was der Virus mir leise verspricht? -
'Sei ruhig, bleibe ruhig, mein Kind;
es piepst nur das Modem, das wieder mal spinnt.'
'Willst feines Windows, du mit mir gehn?
Mein Macro soll dich kitzeln schön,
meine Routinen werden die Bytes dir recht schütteln,
und löschen und deine Dateien gut rütteln!'
Mein User, mein User, und siehst du nicht dort
Trojaners EXE am düsteren Ort? -
'Mein Windows, mein Windows, ich seh's genau;
es glimmt doch mein alter Schirm nur so grau.'
'Ich liebe dich, mich reizt deine DLL;
und willst du gleich booten dann lösch ich dich schnell.'
Mein User, mein User, die Platte läuft an!
Trojaner hat mir ein Leid angetan!
Dem Surfer graust's, er klickt geschwind,
und in der Leitung das Bit gerinnt;
er kappt die Verbindung mit Müh' und Not,
jedoch zu spät - der Bildschirm bleibt tot.
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