NP Rosetta Stone? Learn a new language

Joe Allonby joeallonby at gmail.com
Sun May 16 17:04:15 CDT 2010


Except the fog horn born before the wind was blowing in Somerville
Massachusetts, not Ireland.


On Sun, May 16, 2010 at 10:45 AM, alice wellintown
<alicewellintown at gmail.com> wrote:
> On Sun, May 16, 2010 at 9:28 AM, Michael Bailey
> <michael.lee.bailey at gmail.com> wrote:
>>  alice wellintown wrote:
>>
>>> Crisis? What Crisis?
>>>
>>
>> hey if there's a crisis I hope it's the good kind where everybody pulls
>> together and not the bad kind where there's a boom of blame swinging free
>> and knocking people into the drink
>>
>> because if you think about it, in general, people who may be said to have
>> precipitated the crisis and appear to profit from it are quite possibly
>> the most traumatized because the lack of ability to act in a manner
>> perceptible to others as moral is a type of crisis in itself...and thus
>> requires rather pity than censure (I never really held with those
>> who hold "pity to be poison" but more with Blake: Pity, Mercy, Peace
>> and Love, which although its acronym comes out to sound like "pimple",
>> still betokens an array of desirable responses to any crisis...
>>
>> but yeah, what crisis?  or, um, which crisis?
>
> An allusion to Supertramp and Nick Drake and Poor Boy. Crisis? What
> Crisis? is the fourth album by progressive rock band Supertramp,
> released in 1975. One of the cuts: "Poor Boy" A contrast, as Nick
> Drake's Poor Boy is satirized when the colored girls go ...doot ...so
> sorry for his-self and the Bowie-sax, who played that Sax rip-off on
> Walk on the Wild Side, blares unlike that Irish foghorn in the Mystic
> born before the wind, but we all need someone we can greed on ...we've
> been taught by souls in every rolling stone how to play monopoly and
> how to sing in the rain and how to hold our locomotive breath when the
> sperm from the gutter hits the fantastic ash-heap and ashes ashes as
> thick as a brick hit us where we're never lookin. But Gatsby, he made
> out all right in the end. It Nick what's got to go back home again to
> the best of what's all around you dear Martha.
>



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