Saturday, 25 October 2014
Be it foreign coins, LP albums, postcards, beer mats, train sets, radios, shoes, book matches, candle sticks, cuff links, tattoos, odd socks, water colours, beetles, butterflies, or pebbles from the beach we are all collectors. Myself, I collect 'nice' ties.
At 3 euros the above item of neckwear was a kicker. I came across it in a back corner of a charity shop.
Do you actually wear your strange ties? I hear you ask. Of course I do. And by the way there's no need to shout. The ties are loud enough to shout for themselves.
You can check out another Get Knotted Tie of the Month here in November. In the meantime, hang loose.
The poem construct This is the Truth is an imaginary 3-way conversation between two women and an officer of the other side. All words are picture titles and borrowed from Goya's masterpiece The Disasters of War*. The final image (below the poem) is the first image in Goya's book but it is placed last here to show that the cycle of war can only end with the final extinction of humankind, the reason being that truth has died.
|Against the common good|
|The sound and the sick|
|Great deeds - against the dead!|
|Truth has died|
This is the Truth
A poem for 3 voices.
With or without reason
The same thing againDisasters of war
For infamous gainThe women give courage
What courage!Escape through the flames
All this and more
Worse is to beg
This is worse
This always happens
The sound and the sickWhat good is one cup?
It serves you rightThey do not want to
Nor do theseOr these
On account of a knifeWhat more can one do?
It is what you were born for!
Troupe of charlatans!They avail themselves
There is no one to help them
Treat them!One cannot look at this
Then on to other matters
Then on to other matters
There is no more time
The same thing elsewhere
It will be the same
Great deeds - against the dead!
Bury them and keep quiet
There is something to be gained
Nobody knows why
To the cemetery
Cartloads to the cemetery
Truth has died.
|Sad presentiments of what must come to pass|
*another Goya posting below this one.
A collection of eighty plates drawn and etched by Don Franciso Goya was published in Madrid by the Royal Academy of Fine Arts of San Fernando, in 1863.
From the preface to the original collection some words:
Goya at any time and in any circumstances would have won the renown that his true originality, offspring of the singular independence of his character, could not fail to gain for him. Self-taught, he may be said to have founded a school single-handedly, with a mode of artistic vision which no one before him possessed . . .
Francisco Goya y Lucientes was born in Aragon, on March 31, 1746. He died at Bordeaux on April 16, 1828.
Goya used suitable titles for all eighty plates. The one shown above is titled: Nothing. We shall see.
Friday, 24 October 2014
They stone them to death
- blood wipes away with oil.
There's a newly released ISIS video claiming to show a woman being stoned to death by a group of men including her own father.
If anyone is interested in watching this act of primitive brutality it is a simple matter to find the video on the internet.
I haven't looked at it, but I imagine once you've seen one video of a woman being stoned to death you've seen them all.
The technique is simply to bury the blameless and unfortunate woman up to her neck in sand and then for the crowd to aim their rocks at her head, striking it as if it were a fairground coconut.
And so naturally I wondered about the worth of a woman and her place in such a society. Before long, I got thinking about camels.
I could find no record of a camel being stoned to death and so I suspected that a camel must be of more worth than a woman in a stone age mentality society. Very soon I found a report of a wolf stoned to death for killing a camel . . .
|Dazed and Confused|
Berggasse 19, Vienna 1938
her nails too casually
upon the couch
"of the big
"cigars is weg"
to these men
from low slung cars
now on the case.
no cabman waits
the final train
to gay Paree