Friday, May 1, 2009


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A sonnet to live by. It follows the rhyme schemantra of a Shakespearian Sonnet (ABAB CDCD EFEF GG). Each word means freedom; from top to bottom (Czech, Russian, French, Polish, German, Hungarian, English)


William Hayes said...

I like your sonnet, Wally. Another good mantra to sonnetize on May 1st is "Dai Xleb" (Give Bread):

1) We may not live by bread alone, but we certainly can't live without it;

2) "Whoever said, 'Man cannot live by bread alone' never tasted Perlmutter's."

Wally Keeler said...

W. H. Auden in The Poet & The City, wrote:

What is peculiar and novel to our age is that the principal goal of politics in every advanced society is not, strickly speaking, a political one, that is to say, it is not concerned with human beings as persons and citizens but with human bodies, with the precultural, prepolitical human creature. It is, perhaps, inevitable that respect for the liberty of the individual should have so greatly diminished and the authoritarian powers of the State have so greatly increased from what they were fifty years ago, for the main political issue today is concerned not with human liberties but with human necessities."

"In our age, the mere making of a work of art is itself a political act. So long as artists exist, making what they please and think they ought to make, even if it is not terribly good, even if it appeals to only a handful of people, they remind the Management [& union leaders] of something managers [& union leaders] need to be reminded of, namely that the managed are people with faces, not anonymous members, that Homo Laborums is also Homo Ludens."

Anonymous said...

"And were an epitaph to be my story I'd have a short one ready for my own. I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lover's quarrel with the world."
Robert Frost
(not Carl Sandburg)

William Hayes said...

Well, if we're going to have Auden, let's have something with muscle:

To-morrow, perhaps, the future: the research on fatigue
And the movements of packers; the gradual exploring of all the
Octaves of radiation;
To-morrow the enlarging of consciousness by diet and breathing.
To-morrow the rediscovery of romantic love;
The photographing of ravens; all the fun under
Liberty's masterful shadow;
Tomorrow the hour of the pageant master and the musician.
To-morrow for the young the poets exploding like bombs,
The walks by the lake, the winter of perfect communion;
To-morrow the bicycle races
Through the suburbs on summer evenings: but to-day the struggle.

excerpt from Spain 1937

Anonymous said...

You want muscle, Keeler delivers some here:

Ryan said...

And Ryan surprisingly said- PENIS

Why he said this i know not, though laughter roars like roaring lion's. Laughter is gods mightiest remedy. To laugh is like walking in god's gardens, walk through once and you want to come back. through tears through rain, through sunny days, laugter is the mighties drug