Showing posts with label TS Eliot. Show all posts
Showing posts with label TS Eliot. Show all posts

Friday, January 19, 2007

Robert Zimmerman

visions of a visionary



Hey Robert Zimmerman with your voice of sand and glue,
I'd give anything to have your talent and live in a New Yorkian Sixties Greenwich Meantime zoo....





I've just been here: http://www.bbc.co.uk/music/bobdylan/gallery


I looked through 33 pictures of Dylan in a flyswatting instant. 33 pictures of the great man when he was a young man. He'd read his TS Eliot, his Rambo and his Ezra Pound:

The ant's a centaur in his dragon-world
Pull down thy vanity

And of course when I was a juvenile with my smutty sense of humour I reshaped the lower line as: Pull down the Pan(i)ties, I say pull down. Only later did I learn that Pound was castigating the two main women in his life who were vying for his love. Adultery sucks if that's what it was.


Fellow males: Do not cheat on the Women.


But if you've read the Pinker, Steven Pinker How The Mind Works then you note that male Gorillas have very small testicles compared to their body size whereas male Chimpanzees and Humans have quite large ones. The latter, evolutionarily speaking, need their spermatozoa to fight competitors in the sperm-world but the former who usually do have 3 wives use physical force and fight for their genetic continuation in the physical world. Not that some of you lame arses out there aren't going to fistify tonight(Friday) over some slaphappy chick. Annnnnnnnnnnnd not that some of you chicks don't enjoy a little bit of knuckle-flattery as men fight with lust for your luscious baubles and chattles and strings. To me this is KNUCKLE-HEAD WORLD and as a puppet, a scholar and a gentlemarionette I am above these things, in theory.
There's a lot of cheatin' goin' down and some of it leads to beatin'.

Bobby D, soothe us:
And these visions of Johanna...

Pistol shots rang out in the bar-room hall,
In comes Betty Valentine of the Ever Hard
She sees two men lying in a pool of blood...
Here's the story of Steven Pinker's How The Mind Works
Two million years on and the species is still full of burks.

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Let's ch-ch-change it (bless me atishoo)


Andromeda
Never see you
In my eathly life cycle

Andromeda
Could you be
Brighter than the Archangel St.Michael



Boeing Boeing de badabing bing di bong....Shantih, Shantih, Shantih


Hello and welcome. I am Squorch(747) and this my big hi to the Universe. In the opener I've referenced an aeroplane company to signify my desire to go places and get somewhere. I've also pointed a finger at The Godfather and then rounded up on the wheels of steel with The Sugarhill Gang's Rappers Delight and finally if my memory serves, rounded off with the closing of TS Eliot's Wasteland or is it The Hollow Men? Good ol' Thomas Stearns: Let us go you and I as the evening stretches into the drycleaner's.


introdonaldducktion mickey mouseparty

I live in a pocket...when I am lucky. That is when I get to travel; to see the sightly things: to be a somebody instead of a schmuck of wood, cloth and string which is what I am.


possibilities

I could've been a Marlon Brando for the new generation, when I was younger because Time that once gave the smoothnesses and now gives the scrapes that take them away, is moving house and my youth is fazzling but...LET'S CHANGE IT ALL AROUND!!!

Come fly with me or rather let us fly together or help each other to locate that flyswatter; for the buzz, sir/madam, is unsoundly and mighty beskincrawling.



let's change it all around

If it's old hat
Lay down on that mat
Press 'record' on that dat
And sing me a love song from your heart
Even if it's about another guy
Even if you want to make me cry or sigh

Sing me a love song from the heart
And change my world around the clock
Sing me a love song from the hurt or the happiness
That you feel and melt the cheese that was the rock

That knocked me for route sixty-six when I saw y-ooh

You know my hands want to go round you 24 hours
But I'm running out of my favourite powers
I'm Cinderella's other fella in my dreams
Nothing though is ever what it esteems
And I could be a fairytale
When you open your mail
If you just sing me that changifying
Knocked out Koo koo rearrangifying
Even yeah,

death defying, helter-skelting, hearts-a-melting....

Oh oh oh oh
Panic in the pocket world
Now that climate change has been unfurled

Let's make puppet love
But not with a glove:(

Oh oh oh oh

Panic in the world of semantics
My pants are on fire with ancient antics


Where was I before I took a detour
From that mat where things are just about to change?


ooh ooh ooh la la la hmm haha
Squorch 747 is here shouting out rah rah
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