Post by Fewms on Feb 8, 2009 19:04:54 GMT
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ABOUT MY POETRY
I have no silver-saddled horse to ride,
no inheritance to live on,
neither riches nor real-estate --
a pot of honey is all I own.
A pot of honey
red as fire!
My honey is my everything.
I guard
my riches and my real-estate
-- my honey pot, I mean --
from pests of every species,
Brother, just wait...
As long as I've got
honey in my pot,
bees will come to it
from Timbuktu...
Nazim Hikmet (roundworld Turkish Poet 1902-1963)
Trans. by Mutlu Konuk and Randy Blasing (1993)
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What's the buzz? We'll tell you what's a happenin!
Witches have been swarming lately. The mummering's been getting louder.
We decided to let you hear it from the mouths of the babes:
First an anonymous whisper that floated in from the desert [1]:
It's been a long day coming
Here in the golden desert dunes of dour Djelibeybi
Where time is measured by the free falling sands
Disenchanted were we, who's circles never felt the cooling winds of change
Cloistered were our covens, as our caravans scoured the savanah, searching
Until the day came when we fell upon an ancient text, whose secrets held our hopes
Hopes that one day too, we would stand on our own, independant of the magics of others
and so we called upon the lamenting locusts, and swayed them to our will
And bade them devour all who may presume to stand against the jewel of the desert
...
Die capitalist Pig-dogs from the petulant and pungent polis of Ankh-Morpork!
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Next a traveling desert Gypsie revealed all in a trance:
Nummy gnats nibbling
Witch is safe in her cocoon
Buckets of bodies [2]
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Old Pokeberry explained further:
Honey was sweet, now sugar is too
Sleek glossy wasps begin to encircle you
Elephant bugs that fearlessly charge into the fight
Termites gnawing bark much worse than their bite.
Tiny sandflies that show their true grit
Horseflies swat faster than a camel can spit
Oh butterfly kisses and moth eaten hugs
Plagues of vicious-looking assassin bugs
'Twas Hag's Blessing that summoned the fireflies to glow
but Kolydina's winged angels absorb all the blow
Instead of DEATH signing yet another deadend
Sweet bugs, you are the wings beneath my wind
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Mistress Aisling von Vanadisa elucidated:
"Salvation"
Monochrome desert,
You inspire the bright swarms
That now surround me.
As I am shielded from blows,
Colors overwhelm my foes.
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And Paff the Weirdo was overhead chanting:
Oooo sugar is so nice! It keeps away the lice, especially when you're stabbing them pesky dogs.
I can't believe! How all those other witches hog, my favourite sugar spots
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Finally, A local expert explained (2):
The Camel's Tail
A mathemagical exposition of the spell:
Theorem: Finite dimensional analysis does not apply.
Lemma: Everything cannot be solved by Pi.
Poof: Without loss of generality, assume all bugs are butterflies.
(They fall in the same equivalence class,
Though some might argue sandflies bite the arse).
First we shall prove the lemma:
Poof by example:
Weary in the midday sun,
I aimed my spittoon gun
I shot a wizard in the eye,
Making him smear his banana pie
I shooed the bugs around my tail,
But it was to no avail,
The wizard didn't taste as good as I.
And now we prove the main theorem.
In need of relief from the itch?
Find a passing witch.
The sugar entices,
The annoying lices
One handful of flies
Five buckets of cadavers
Food for large cardinals.
Q.E.D.
[1] PHaraoh's Orders In: BEtray not the witch.
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ABOUT MY POETRY
I have no silver-saddled horse to ride,
no inheritance to live on,
neither riches nor real-estate --
a pot of honey is all I own.
A pot of honey
red as fire!
My honey is my everything.
I guard
my riches and my real-estate
-- my honey pot, I mean --
from pests of every species,
Brother, just wait...
As long as I've got
honey in my pot,
bees will come to it
from Timbuktu...
Nazim Hikmet (roundworld Turkish Poet 1902-1963)
Trans. by Mutlu Konuk and Randy Blasing (1993)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
What's the buzz? We'll tell you what's a happenin!
Witches have been swarming lately. The mummering's been getting louder.
We decided to let you hear it from the mouths of the babes:
First an anonymous whisper that floated in from the desert [1]:
It's been a long day coming
Here in the golden desert dunes of dour Djelibeybi
Where time is measured by the free falling sands
Disenchanted were we, who's circles never felt the cooling winds of change
Cloistered were our covens, as our caravans scoured the savanah, searching
Until the day came when we fell upon an ancient text, whose secrets held our hopes
Hopes that one day too, we would stand on our own, independant of the magics of others
and so we called upon the lamenting locusts, and swayed them to our will
And bade them devour all who may presume to stand against the jewel of the desert
...
Die capitalist Pig-dogs from the petulant and pungent polis of Ankh-Morpork!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Next a traveling desert Gypsie revealed all in a trance:
Nummy gnats nibbling
Witch is safe in her cocoon
Buckets of bodies [2]
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Old Pokeberry explained further:
Honey was sweet, now sugar is too
Sleek glossy wasps begin to encircle you
Elephant bugs that fearlessly charge into the fight
Termites gnawing bark much worse than their bite.
Tiny sandflies that show their true grit
Horseflies swat faster than a camel can spit
Oh butterfly kisses and moth eaten hugs
Plagues of vicious-looking assassin bugs
'Twas Hag's Blessing that summoned the fireflies to glow
but Kolydina's winged angels absorb all the blow
Instead of DEATH signing yet another deadend
Sweet bugs, you are the wings beneath my wind
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mistress Aisling von Vanadisa elucidated:
"Salvation"
Monochrome desert,
You inspire the bright swarms
That now surround me.
As I am shielded from blows,
Colors overwhelm my foes.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And Paff the Weirdo was overhead chanting:
Oooo sugar is so nice! It keeps away the lice, especially when you're stabbing them pesky dogs.
I can't believe! How all those other witches hog, my favourite sugar spots
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Finally, A local expert explained (2):
The Camel's Tail
A mathemagical exposition of the spell:
Theorem: Finite dimensional analysis does not apply.
Lemma: Everything cannot be solved by Pi.
Poof: Without loss of generality, assume all bugs are butterflies.
(They fall in the same equivalence class,
Though some might argue sandflies bite the arse).
First we shall prove the lemma:
Poof by example:
Weary in the midday sun,
I aimed my spittoon gun
I shot a wizard in the eye,
Making him smear his banana pie
I shooed the bugs around my tail,
But it was to no avail,
The wizard didn't taste as good as I.
And now we prove the main theorem.
In need of relief from the itch?
Find a passing witch.
The sugar entices,
The annoying lices
One handful of flies
Five buckets of cadavers
Food for large cardinals.
Q.E.D.
[1] PHaraoh's Orders In: BEtray not the witch.