Monday, March 26, 2007

of GOD and DOG...

ONLY
DOGS
HOWL
in
GOD's PLACE
LISTEN:
OR WOLVES?
AMONG
BEGGARS
AND CHILDREN
THAT SING
IN FAITH.

Thursday, March 15, 2007

FRANKENSTEIN monster meets PROMETHEUS

'what? Frankenstein monster meets Prometheus?'... xi was puzzled... 'yes! this is the ultimate unimaginable... but the firm necessity to create a humane world... yea, i know... there's a lot that you did not know... and it is exactly for that reason that i am here...' said ai hugging and kissing her in the deepest of bliss... almost never ending... 'we must get hold of Pandora's Box... and shut it and scorch it for good... and that could be done only in this common endeavor with Frankenstein and Prometheus...'

come, let us sing with Goethe, as Prometheus did...

Prometheus
by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - translated by Erich Harth

Ref
http://www.cnbc.cmu.edu/~noelle/fun/prometheus.html

Cover your heavens
with clouds and vapors, Zeus
and, like the boy who lops off
heads of thistles,
try your hand on oaks
and mountaintops.

But you can't touch my earth,
my cabin that you did not build,
my hearth whose glow you watch
with envy.

There's none more pitiful than you, Gods!
The breath of our prayers
is your paltry nourishment,
our meager altar gifts sustain
your dreams of majesty.
You'd starve
but for the foolish hopes
of children and beggars.

When I was a child and didn't know
which way to turn,
I raised my eyes bewildered to the sky
as though beyond it were an ear
to listen to my sorrows,
a heart like mine
to pity my distress.

Who stood with me against the Titans'

wantonness,
who rescued me from death,
from slavery?
Was it not you, my own, my glowing heart
that did all this?
And, cheated, in your youthful goodness
gave glowing thanks to him
who nods up there?

And I should worship thee? What for?

Have you ever
lightened my pain when I was anguished?
Ever
stilled the tears
when I was frightened?
Was it not almighty time
and eternal fate,
my masters as well as yours,
who forged me into manhood?

Did you, by chance, suppose
that I should hate life,
flee into deserts,
just because
not all my fancy dreams
had come to pass?

I sit here, shaping men and women
in my image,
a race destined, like I,
to suffer and to cry,
to savor joy, to laugh,
and disregard you
as I did.



Sunday, March 11, 2007

GLOBAL SPY TECHNOLOGY

Well, this is the open secret of spying into our own toilets and bedrooms: why are all so very scared of speaking about this SPY TECHNOLOGY openly?

Come on those who dare to make a truly democratic world. Let us speak up!

For example, let me ask, how is that BBC or CNN or SKY or VOA can peep into our toilet and all our activities? What is the exact mechanism of this technology? Who owns and uses it upon the peoples of the world? With whose permission or authorization? How do the LAW of THE WORLD and the LAW of EVERY COUNTRY give way to this technology without the knowledge of the people?

let us set out... quite openly!

Please post your comment here with no fear whatsoever.

Friday, March 9, 2007

in lieu of a preamble...

golden dawn,
touch down ... at my tea...
trust not man
if ever to live
thy full free life,
says the crow...

smiling, true,
ai throw a cookie
at him...
kaw kaw kaw...
he calls his beloved
in a frenzy of love
come, darling come,
soon... something good to share...
wonder why,
why is that man
never did like these crows?
because they are black,
and kaw, scream, kaw?
because they scavenge,
and clean up man?
or is it because ...
they are simply smarter than man,
and always true?
the scarecrow smiled,
and nod, nod, nod...
the sea breeze slid away
not wanting the blame...

xi has come

with the news of the day...
to sing me her song
of unfailing love...
days one thousand and one,
nay, two and more...