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Update for Seine erhabene Wildheit wurde gezähmt, seine Freiheit beschnitten, seine Wucht gemildert, Wenn e.e. cummings Moby-Dick geschrieben hätte, Geviertstriche, and Frühstück & Straße:

In New Bedford, fathers, they say, give whales for dowers to their daughters, and portion off their nieces with a few porpoises a-piece. You must go to New Bedford to see a brilliant wedding; for, they say, they have reservoirs of oil in every house, and every night recklessly burn their lengths in spermaceti candles. [...] And the women of New Bedford, they bloom like their own red roses. But roses only bloom in summer; whereas the fine carnation of their cheeks is perennial as sunlight in the seventh heavens. Elsewhere match that bloom of theirs, ye cannot, save in Salem, where they tell me the young girls breathe such musk, their sailor sweethearts smell them miles off shore, as though they were drawing nigh the odorous Moluccas instead of the Puritanic sands.

Chapter 6: The Street

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my
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when i
tub in
my bath

i think
of thee
and thy

de
man
ding dong

to need
not more
to monsterbait

thar
me
blows

until i
quee
queg

for a
whale
full of

sperm
etc
eti

and home in
my haven you
come

Image: Unknown beauty.

Written by Wolf

30. November 2007 at 12:01 am

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Life and Death and All That’s Bittersweet

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Update for Carroll, Milton, and Proust in the Blogroll:

Amanda Palmer, yes, exactly the Amanda Palmer of the Dresden Dolls, recommends: Alain de Botton: Wie Proust Ihr Leben verändern kann, in English, of course: How Proust Can Change Your Life:

it’s been years since i read this one but i so loved it that i went out and bought 5 copies and started shoving this book into folks’s hands. alain writes a bit like bill bryson, pick topic: go, talk about life and death and all thats bittersweet and wrap it all up in a very tasty philisophical pastry shell. reading like a mockery of a self-help book, the jumping off point is proust and his tragicomic life and Work (there was really just the one book….) and the insights are so wide, deep and hilarious that you too will want to force this book on all your loved ones.

Amanda Palmer’s current Myspace recommendation

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Amanda Palmer reading her fanmail

Image: Amanda Palmer reading her fanmail.

Written by Wolf

29. November 2007 at 12:01 am

Posted in Rabe Wolf

Children of the future Age/Reading this indignant page,/Know that in a former time/Love! sweet Love! was thought a crime.

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Update for Astrid Lindgren:

Every night, and every morn,
Some to misery are born.
Every morn, and every night,
Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to endless night.

William Blake: Auguries of Innocence, 1800—1803, published 1863

William Blake by Thomas PhillipsWilliam Blake was born in Broad Street (now Broadwick Street), Soho, London, on 28th November 1757, and died, less than a mile away, in Charing Cross, on 12th August 1827, singing songs of joy and triumph.

In his lifetime he was largely unrecognised, but if ever there was an artist who became happy with what he created and how he had been blessed to live, it was William Blake. Among the things he invented is the principle to print on demand and a strange illustration technique called relief etching that was not fully comprehended before 1947.

His system of “print on demand” allowed some of his works to be reproduced posthumously: With a little help from his friends, he continued creating original copies even after his death. Among his numerous talents is second sight. His happiness is due to his rich sexual life, which is hinted all over his works. For a great part of his time on earth, he may be imagined etching copper plates with his own poems and pictures: A labouring and loving man he was.

William Blake, Europe Supported By Africa and America, 1796In the years since his death he has become one of the most famous and influential artistic figures in English history, rivalling even Charles Dickens as the greatest English literary figure since William Shakespeare.

There is no “correct” Blake, but only the Blake which one personally needs. Those who come under his spell emerge with not only with the benefit of his artistic prowess and power, but with a greater understanding of themselves. As such, whether he is merely the messiah of the written word, or in fact a conduit for some deep and personal spiritual growth, William Blake’s influence has filtered through into every aspect of contemporary art, from poetry and prose, to popular music, film, theatre, and multimedia.

German booktrade has not exactly dislocated its arm to celebrate Mr. Blake’s quarter chiliad. At least Matthes & Seitz have republished a bilingual edition of his Montypythonesque juvenilium An Island in the Moon/Eine Insel im Mond.

Images: William Blake: by Thomas Phillips; Europe Supported By Africa and America, 1796.

Written by Wolf

28. November 2007 at 12:01 am

Posted in Rabe Wolf

Something it would be hard to imagine the real Moby being caught dead doing

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Update zu Die Katze, die sich nicht nass machen will, fängt keinen Fisch:

Bis Mitte der 1960er hatten die Hanna-Barbera-Studios — die mit Tom & Jerry und Familie Feuerstein — genug Funny-Animal-Zeichentrickfilme produziert, dass das Genre erschöpft schien und man mit Superhelden experimentierte. Der erste nach der Mischform Atom Ant 1965 war Space Ghost ab 1966. Nach dessen Erfolg wurde The Mighty Mightor nachgeschossen, der zusammen mit Moby Dick ab 9. September 1967 das halbstündige Morgenprogramm bei CBS bestreiten durfte.

Der Mightor war als typischer Durchschnittssuperheld mit Maske, Umhang und ahnungsloser Freundin konzipiert. Die üblichen Strumpfhosen blieben ihm erspart, weil er ein Höhlenmensch sein sollte; in seiner alltäglichen Identität namens Tor war er eher ein Höhlenteenager.

Die Serie umfasste an einen Opener angeschlosse zwei Staffeln mit insgesamt 36 Folgen, manche mit Crossover-Auftritten von Space Ghost und anderen. Das Merchandising hat eine überschaubare Fangemeinde. Die Serie selbst wird bis heute gelegentlich wiederholt.

Hanna-Barberas Umgang mit Moby Dick als Zeichentrickfigur ist nicht anders als lieblos zu nennen. Als back segment für den Mighty Mightor wurde einfach eine allgemein bekannte Figur gebraucht, möglichst fertig vorcharakterisiert und für Unterwasserabenteuer verwendbar — und zwar bitteschön gemeinfrei.

Dem Zeichentrick-Moby haftet nichts von Melvilles symbolträchtigen Konzept an. Freundlich und rundlich hilft er einem Paar Streber Tom und Tub beim Wracktauchen gegen ein paar handlungsstiftende Angriffe und erinnert darin am ehesten an Flipper. Ein Verlegenheitscharakter, der es auch nicht zu einer eigenen Comicserie brachte, nur zu Crossovers mit Dino Boy in the Lost Valley, Birdman und Young Samson. Als Ehrenrettung sei zugegeben: Es hat auch nie jemand einen anderen Anspruch erhoben. Den Kampf hat Moby Dick, eine letzte Abweichung von Melville, verloren.

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Moby Dick 3:

Written by Wolf

26. November 2007 at 4:54 am

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Cold (kalt)

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Update to Work in Congress
and Wie die andere Hälfte lebt:

Little Girl Feeding a Bear Cub

Image: Little Girl Feeding a Bear Cub in Alaska, c. 1900
via Old Picture of the Day, 18 September 2007;
Song: Johnny Horton: North to Alaska, 1960.

Written by Wolf

24. November 2007 at 11:09 am

Posted in Mundschenk Wolf

Blubb

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23. November 2007 at 2:42 am

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Streng dein Hirnkastl an

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Update zu Glory Glory:

Wenn ich im Juni schon gewusst hätte, wie man in dieser missratenen Wörterpresse Videos einbettet, hätte ich damals nicht so einen Terz mit dem Zerstückseln eines historischen Rekrutierungsplakats aus dem amerikanischen Bürgerkrieg veranstaltet, um drei Filme in einem Eintrag in Beziehung zu setzen. It builds character.

Kürzlich war wieder jemand so engagiert, Bürgerkriegsbilder auf ein Lied zu basteln. Das Ergebnis ist weit weniger pathetisch als die Beispiele vom Juni, mit der richtigen Einstellung aber nicht weniger ergreifend. Die Herren Guns N’ Roses haben ein paar Jahre auf ihrem Gebiet doch einen ganz guten Job versehen — und ist Bürgerkrieg vielleicht hip?

Übrigens glaube ich ganz ohne Koketterie mit leicht angegangener Populärkultur, dass Herman Melville, den der Bürgerkrieg genügend beschäftigt hat, dass er seinen dicksten und besten Gedichtband daraus machte, den Umgang der Guns N’ Roses mit diesem Thema geschätzt hätte.

Civil War aus: Use Your Illusion II (etwa: Streng du auch mal dein Hirnkastl an), 1991: die einzige Doppel-Doppel-LP der Welt.

“What we’ve got here is failure to communicate.
Some men you just can’t reach…
So, you get what we had here last week,
which is the way he wants it!
Well, he gets it!
N’ I don’t like it any more than you men.”

Look at your young men fighting
Look at your women crying
Look at your young men dying
The way they’ve always done before

Look at the hate we’re breeding
Look at the fear we’re feeding
Look at the lives we’re leading
The way we’ve always done before

My hands are tied
The billions shift from side to side
And the wars go on with brainwashed pride
For the love of God and our human rights
And all these things are swept aside
By bloody hands time can’t deny
And are washed away by your genocide
And history hides the lies of our civil wars

D’you wear a black armband
When they shot the man
Who said “Peace could last forever”
And in my first memories
They shot Kennedy
I went numb when I learned to see
So I never fell for Vietnam
We got the wall of D.C. to remind us all
That you can’t trust freedom
When it’s not in your hands
When everybody’s fightin’
For their promised land

And
I don’t need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin’ soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain’t that fresh
I don’t need your civil war

Look at the shoes your filling
Look at the blood we’re spilling
Look at the world we’re killing
The way we’ve always done before
Look in the doubt we’ve wallowed
Look at the leaders we’ve followed
Look at the lies we’ve swallowed
And I don’t want to hear no more

My hands are tied
For all I’ve seen has changed my mind
But still the wars go on as the years go by
With no love of God or human rights
‘Cause all these dreams are swept aside
By bloody hands of the hypnotized
Who carry the cross of homicide
And history bears the scars of our civil wars

“WE PRACTICE SELECTIVE ANNIHILATION OF MAYORS AND GOVERNMENT OFFICIALS
FOR EXAMPLE TO CREATE A VACUUM
THEN WE FILL THAT VACUUM
AS POPULAR WAR ADVANCES
PEACE IS CLOSER”

I don’t need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin’ soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain’t that fresh
And I don’t need your civil war
I don’t need your civil war
I don’t need your civil war
Your power hungry sellin’ soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain’t that fresh
I don’t need your civil war
I don’t need one more war

I don’t need one more war
What’s so civil ’bout war anyway

Bonus: Das Original im Rough Mix:

Written by Wolf

22. November 2007 at 4:54 am

Posted in Mundschenk Wolf

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