Remember, remember, the 2nd of November (A call to arms?)

[Tom Yossarian Joad]

Remember, remember, the 2nd of November
The vote rigging, treason and plot ;
I know of no reason why votecounting treason
Should ever be forgot.

W, W,
'Twas his intent.
To destroy the land and the people.
With Harris and Jeb and help from below.
Poor old 'Murica to overthrow.
By God's providence he was not catch'd,
With a constitution and burning match

Holloa boys, Holloa boys, let the bells ring
Holloa boys, Holloa boys, God save the King!

Hip hip Hoorah !
Hip hip Hoorah !

A penny loaf to feed ol'Dope,
A farthing cheese to choke him.
A pint of beer to rinse it down,
A faggot of sticks to burn him.
Burn him in a tub of tar,'
Burn him like a blazing star.
Burn his body from his head,
Then we'll say: ol' Dope is dead.

Apologies to Guy Fawkes.

[titoresque]

1. K&R! Remember, Remember!

and if they steal it again....WE MUST RISE AND FIGHT!!! Lest we parish...

[Tom Yossarian Joad]

2. That's about where I'm at.

The travesty they have made of America is sickening.

[LSparkle]

3. Amen! Viva V!

Just tell me where to show up, and I will. And I won't need no stinkin' mask, either!

[Tom Yossarian Joad]

4. Let's keep the call up here...

Let's keep the call out there
and rec'd to the top!

See who the Pat's are
And what the've wrought!

And see who will stand
to bring down the king
and take back our land,
Let Freedom Ring!

:toast:

[Mnemosyne]

5. It's time. n/t

[Tom Yossarian Joad]

7. I'm afraid you're right...

It took a lot to get Nixon to finally resign...

It will take more for Bush. They Learned from Nixon.

[elocs]

14. "What did the president know and when did he know it?"

It took Republicans, too, to help get Nixon to resign. Remember that question from Senator Howard Baker of Tennessee during the Watergate hearings? Will there ever be another Republican who would stand up to the sitting president of his or her own party like that?

On a personal note about the Watergate hearings, at that time I was working the board while I was in college at our station that was an NPR affiliate and I sat through hours and hours of Watergate hearings, thinking that it would never come to anything and never appreciating the history I was hearing. It was riveting as it wound up.

[Tom Yossarian Joad]

25. Wow. No, I did not remember that until I read your post...

And that's what it will take again.

[Clark2008]

34. Dang... just look at the difference between Baker and Frist...

both of Tennessee.

If all the Bakers have been replaced by Frists, then, to answer your question, "No, there will never be another REpublican who would stand up to the sitting president of his or her own party like that."

[Mnemosyne]

28. I just had wished so much

that it wouldn't end up coming to this. :(

[Tom Yossarian Joad]

29. Hell, once in a lifetime is enough.

[titoresque]

6. Kick for Freedom!

[Tom Yossarian Joad]

8. Thanks, titoresque!

:toast:

Freedom!

[sweetheart]

9. 12th of december

http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=show_mesg&forum=364&topic_id=1880367&mesg_id=1883805

Its a workable chant-like meter, not a song, but powerful indeed
given the film. But then what if the tyrant is internal and
V is our will to be free, and the girl is merely present realizing
the tragedy of awakening to the misery and foolery of a failed state
and its urban fare.

The poem sucks, IMO, without the film, too bad,
or it might be a real interesting item.

"Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
"This is my own, my native land!"
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd
From wandering on a foreign strand?
If such there breathe, go, mark him well;
For him no Minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung."
-sws

[Tom Yossarian Joad]

11. OMG! I swear, I didn't see your post, but love it!

I believe the poem is from the 16th Century... Much of the meter has probably been lost through the years.

[sweetheart]

12. its viral from the film

i'm sure people have been singing that chant all over the world
putting in their favorite date.

I've watched the film of my political rebellion, the good guy won,
and now i can sleep soundly knowing that i don't have to fight
that battle myself having been entertained of the truth,
and for the power of propaganda, am reduced to pithy ghost
poetry redux'ed, a repeater in an infinte chain of repeaters,
the whispering voices of political awakening...

Remember remember the 9th of september,
the plane bombing treason and plot,
i know of no reason why the plane bombing treason
should ever be forgot.

... but we need to fix a date, 12th of december is the coup,
but it is not the celibration of a coup for justice.

remember remember the 14th of July,
the bastille storming treason and plot,
I know of no reason why the bastill storming treason,
should ever be forgot.

:-)

We're trapped in a viral wake, and thousands of miles apart,
given a similar set of media inputs write a nifty poem both
thinking we're cleverly unique, and if anything is, it is the
viral art to sell a poet his own dream, and a political
opposition its own demise.

[Tom Yossarian Joad]

13. A'ight, wee hen...

Well said,
well done.

:toast:

And so damned right!

And are we from Scotland now? I was best Friends with a rough crowd from Glasgow for many years, plus it's where my heritage is.

[sweetheart]

15. "an idea beyond flesh"

I've shared a good pint in glasgow,
and was just today at the closest pub to this:
http://www.alanmoar.flyer.co.uk/Northeast/Northeast/034.htm

suprisingly nestled down in the bog-glen between these
two wee knolls is a remote pub where most persons are
there for fishing or hunting, and a good pint.

:toast:

A day on the hill, and i'm all words this evening,
an asshat with a keyboard for an hour online
and then to be heard no more.

[Tom Yossarian Joad]

16. I've no idea for the real

but to swill at the till
and to sup
til the morn meets the 'morrow.

I'll write a wee verse
try not to be terse

and drink away
all that is sorrow.


:toast:

Your turn!

[sweetheart]

17. awaye doon the peat road...

sunk the tractor of my fathers time,
the horse of my grandfather,
muscled about in life so many rocks,
raising the sheep of englishmen.

But away'ee dooon the peat road,
lies the dream unresigned undiminished
nae put doon yer heavy load,
and let the lord her hand do finish.

Pounded doon like nails to a block of oak,
neocriminals en-slaved undead undying and rigid,
Awayee doon the peat road, that effulgient heart of life,
where all men are free, to put down their load.
And while they make wars in stupid places untold
whisky truths reflecting Orcadian cold.

[Tom Yossarian Joad]

18. O it’s whispered in the kitchen and it’s whispered in the hall,

O it’s whispered in the kitchen and it’s whispered in the hall,
O the broom blooms bonny, the broom blooms fair.
That the king’s dochter gaes wi a bairnie tae her brother,
An they daurna gae doon tae the broom onymair.

He has taen his sister doon tae his faither’s deer-park,
Wi a yew-tree bow and arrows all strapped tae his back.

“Weel, it’s when that you hear me gie a lood, lood cry,
Shoot an arrow from your bow, it’s there let me lie.”

Weel, it’s when that he’s heard her gie that lood, lood cry,
A silver arrow from his bow he’s suddenly let fly.

Then he has dug a grave, that was long, wide and deep,
And he’s buried his ain sister, wi her bairnie at her breist.

Then he has gone back to his father’s court-hall,
There was music, there was minstrels, ay dancing on the green.

play Sound Clip “O Willie, my son Willie, what gies tae ye sic pain?”
“I hae lost a sheath and knife, I can never find again.”

“There are ships of your father’s, all sailing on the sea,
But sic a sheath and knife, they can never bring tae me.”


Okay... Traditional and not mine. :) I'll try to gi ye one from the south bit of the colonies...

I saw the cotton bolls
I saw the backs bent
I picked the cotton
On a school trip.

The pickers looked
amused,
and held thier anger
I imagine.

As we loaded back
upon the bus
with paper sacks
full of cotton

as others
stayed behind

in the fields

with bags to fill
as long as God.




(end)


It was quick. Next.

(this is getting fun!)

[Tom Yossarian Joad]

20. Very nice. Yours?

Are we channeling Mr. Burns tonight?

With a tad of "in-your-face?"

[sweetheart]

21. indeed, the gaellic sucks

Burns has already written every poem,
with Yeats, and keats, shakespeare and cummings,
left us all to drink and roam uncreative asphault
using the words already stapled by other men,
the intricacies of profundity, unowned, not at fault.

Absent voice unwritten this reedited word,
unspeaking what it did not say but accidentally said,
in a peat bog somewhere south of the pole,
frozen in arctic plunder, the fat lady said.

:-)

Sometimes on a sunny day, when the birds
are singing, i can pretend israel and the
middle east don't exist.
for this crime of abandon,
time awards me closer to death,
a lighter heart still weighs a ton.

[Tom Yossarian Joad]

22. Jesus... You've gone Kerouac on me!

Don't make me get Bukowski on your ass.

.... channeling.... ...ch...


Sitting in his piss
from trying
to
forget

What Israel
became
another america

Two fingers
down

without Ice

He lets it waft
through his
gullet

seeing the
red

of the damage

here and

there.

Feeling the
steel
of
the Colt

He decides
to go for a ride.


:toast:

[Tom Yossarian Joad]

23. And the Ginsbergs, Sandbergs, Frosts et. al.

Took those poets (sans Eliot and Cummings) and hammered them into hard steel.

Taking the suggestions of breezes and hammering them into hard knives
that they flipped beneath their fingernails
as the light glinted off the edge.

While Adrian and Sylvia
took their anger and
their
love
and smashed
Emily's sweet
depressions
into weapons.

[sweetheart]

26. plowshares of cummings

s
weet
probing destiny,
asked to be forgiven,
and in my urban grudge,
raptured against my fast food uniform,
a forgotten flagstone
walked on and untipped,
"would you like more coffee, sir?"
untouched and unvisited,
an island in a violent sea
pounding waves of destiny,
lord we're cheated, we're not free.

[Tom Yossarian Joad]

27. There was a girl from Nantucket...

(Made you look! LOL)

Sorry, my head is hurting after all the previous, so I give you Adrienne as she Dives into the Wreck...


First having read the book of myths,

and loaded the camera,

and checked the edge of the knife-blade,

I put on

the body-armor of black rubber

the absurd flippers

the grave and awkward mask.

I am having to do this

not like Cousteau with his

assiduous team

aboard the sun-flooded schooner

but here alone.



There is a ladder.

The ladder is always there

hanging innocently

close to the side of the schooner.

We know what it is for,

we who have used it.

Otherwise

it is a piece of maritime floss

some sundry equipment.



I go down.

Rung after rung and still

the oxygen immerses me

the blue light

the clear atoms

of our human air.

I go down.

My flippers cripple me,

I crawl like an insect down the ladder

and there is no one

to tell me when the ocean

will begin.



First the air is blue and then

it is bluer and then green and then

black I am blacking out and yet

my mask is powerful

it pumps my blood with power

the sea is another story

the sea is not a question of power

I have to learn alone

to turn my body without force

in the deep element.



And now: it is easy to forget

what I came for

among so many who have always

lived here

swaying their crenellated fans

between the reefs

and besides

you breathe differently down here.



I came to explore the wreck.

The words are purposes.

The words are maps.

I came to see the damage that was done

and the treasures that prevail.

I stroke the beam of my lamp

slowly along the flank

of something more permanent

than fish or weed



the thing I came for:

the wreck and not the story of the wreck

the thing itself and not the myth

the drowned face always staring

toward the sun

the evidence of damage

worn by salt and away into this threadbare beauty

the ribs of the disaster

curving their assertion

among the tentative haunters.



This is the place.

And I am here, the mermaid whose dark hair

streams black, the merman in his armored body.

We circle silently

about the wreck

we dive into the hold.

I am she: I am he



whose drowned face sleeps with open eyes

whose breasts still bear the stress

whose silver, copper, vermeil cargo lies

obscurely inside barrels

half-wedged and left to rot

we are the half-destroyed instruments

that once held to a course

the water-eaten log

the fouled compass



We are, I am, you are

by cowardice or courage

the one who find our way

back to this scene

carrying a knife, a camera

a book of myths

in which

our names do not appear.



(Adrienne Rich)

[IChing]

19. Wonderful poem

I especially like the line

"Remember remember the 9th of september,
the plane bombing treason and plot,
i know of no reason why the plane bombing treason
should ever be forgot."

but the whole thing rocks.

[sweetheart]

30. velen danke

I spaced out that 11th!! was supposed to be the date,
but got all hung up on the 9, and perhaps something
did happen on the 9th after all... some year..

:-)

There are 2 sequences of words from the film i'd like to
transcribe, 1, the letter from the lesbian lover that
ends with "i love you."

And that "v" monologue in the beginning where he introduces
himself using a long set of words that start with 'v'

That script you posted did not have this in it, and i wonder
what generation that script was.

[Tom Yossarian Joad]

10. Interesting....

And I can understand why some would want to rec this thread and not assign their name to it. It does ring of a violent time and end? I'm not a violent person.

BUT... The fear that this administration has injected into our society and very beings by Gonzalez's strange "interpretation" of many laws and assignation of terrible powers to the President without regard to the bill of rights has many of us frightened and holding our tongues for fear of being declared an "enemy combatant" and removed to god knows where without the benefit of the protections of our once sacred Constitution....

Just more of a rant.

Thanks for putting up with it.

[wicket]

24. K & R

:kick:

[Mnemosyne]

31. Awesome thread, needs

:kick:

[Tom Yossarian Joad]

32. Thanks, I agree.

:kick:

[Mnemosyne]

33. Morning!

:kick: