The Mad Yak
I am watching them churn the last milk they'll ever get from me. They are waiting for me to die; They want to make buttons out of my bones. Where are my sisters and brothers? That tall monk there, loading my uncle, he has a new cap. And that idiot student of his-- I never saw that muffler before. Poor uncle, he lets them load him. How sad he is, how tired! I wonder what they'll do with his bones? And that beautiful tail! How many shoelaces will they make of that! Gregory Corso On Feb 16, 4:18 am, Pat <[email protected]> wrote: > On 15 Feb, 17:27, frantheman <[email protected]> wrote: > > > Didn't he win at Raab with that, Gabby? > > > It reminds me of an Irish/Irish-American offering, over twenty years > > old now: > > http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o89yo5UmGD4&feature=related > > > And the black&white > > version:http://www.lyricsfreak.com/p/pogues/fairytale+of+new+york_20109730.html > > 'Fairytale' would be great if they just didn't play it 25 times a > day from Nov.1 until December 31. At least in the UK. I think it got > banned in the States for language (those terrible words 'slut', 'arse' > and 'faggot' that aren't usually used in Christmas songs that get > played in the States). ;-) > > Lyrics below: > > It was Christmas Eve babe > In the drunk tank > An old man said to me, won't see another one > And then he sang a song > The Rare Old Mountain Dew > I turned my face away > And dreamed about you > > Got on a lucky one > Came in eighteen to one > I've got a feeling > This year's for me and you > So happy Christmas > I love you baby > I can see a better time > When all our dreams come true > > They've got cars big as bars > They've got rivers of gold > But the wind goes right through you > It's no place for the old > When you first took my hand > On a cold Christmas Eve > You promised me > Broadway was waiting for me > > You were handsome > You were pretty > Queen of New York City > When the band finished playing > They howled out for more > Sinatra was swinging, > All the drunks they were singing > We kissed on a corner > Then danced through the night > > The boys of the NYPD choir > Were singing "Galway Bay" > And the bells were ringing out > For Christmas day > > You're a bum > You're a punk > You're an old slut on junk > Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed > You scumbag, you maggot > You cheap lousy faggot > Happy Christmas your arse > I pray God it's our last > > I could have been someone > Well so could anyone > You took my dreams from me > When I first found you > I kept them with me babe > I put them with my own > Can't make it all alone > I've built my dreams around you > > > > > On 15 Feb., 17:14, gabbydott <[email protected]> wrote: > > > > Cool, dj. > > > > Let me show you what kind of a shadow exegesis we practice over > > > here:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yphwzD1XaBY > > > > Here's the black&white > > > version:http://www.tagesspiegel.de/berlin/Stadtleben-Peter-Fox-Schwarz-zu-Bla... > > > > On 14 Feb., 09:57, Don Johnson <[email protected]> wrote: > > > > > Peace and love right back at ya. > > > > > Here's a little ditty celebrating love on Valentines Day. Have a happy > > > > one. > > > > >http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AOOlgbfFy3k > > > > > dj > > > > > On Thu, Feb 12, 2009 at 10:22 PM, Mukundan PR > > > > > <[email protected]> wrote: > > > > > May I attach a birthday message of peace from Navajyoti Sri > > > > > Karunakara > > > > > Guru, translated into poetical English by the undersigned. > > > > > > Mukundan PR > > > > > > Gurucharanam Saranam > > > > > > 82nd Birthday Message > > > > > > (As Revealed from Guru-Prakasham through Sishyapoojita Amrita Jnana > > > > > Tapaswini) > > > > > > Let us pray in one heart and in unison for peace! > > > > > > The Soul of Truth, > > > > > > Lonely in the shores of the oceans, > > > > > > Realizing the truth of human life, > > > > > > Vigilantly safeguarding the path of penance, > > > > > > Cleaving the thick cobwebs of karma, > > > > > > Its certainties as well as uncertainties, > > > > > > Observing the hidden far off truth, > > > > > > Through the sastrugi of pain and realizations, > > > > > > In those sinuous pathways of pain and truthful reflections, > > > > > > Loudly proclaiming: > > > > > > Hail! Hail! 'The Light of Truth, the Light of Truth'. > > > > > > In that Soul of Truth, in its scintillating effulgence, > > > > > > Through vigilant experience and mystical revelations, > > > > > > Behold, the path of verve and renaissance, > > > > > > That leads countless souls to the virtuous path. > > > > > > In that corridor of wakefulness, the truth of life is known; > > > > > > Like the maneuverings of the ocean, known through nature's throbs. > > > > > > In its ceaseless journey, in the crucible of wisdom > > > > > > In the alimental karma and dharma, that complements each other, > > > > > > Behold the self-earned virtuousness, > > > > > > And the eternal glimmer of life-effulgence, > > > > > > The conduct of life after birth and death, > > > > > > The truth of cause and effect, > > > > > > Behold them all, in that Godly Will! > > > > > > Untouched by the humanly wisdom, > > > > > > Like the ores caught by a magnet, > > > > > > In the horizon beyond the shore of thoughts, > > > > > > The sinews of divine bliss, penetrating the yonder skies, > > > > > > Curing thus the karmic ruptures, > > > > > > With the puissance of sacrifice amassed, > > > > > > Transforming as the path itself, for the liberation of all: > > > > > > Thus the revelation: > > > > > > 'Word is Truth, Truth is Guru, and Guru is God' > > > > > > The path conforming to Godly Will! > > > > > > The path of blemishless and virtuous seers, > > > > > > The path of awakened truth, of revelation, > > > > > > And of the apocalyptic aphorism: > > > > > > 'Guru is Brahma, Guru is Vishnu, and Guru is God Siva' > > > > > > Traversing the acclivitous truths of which, > > > > > > Life becomes merged with that luciferous truth, > > > > > > Of knowledge and wisdom, the seat of transcendental bliss, > > > > > > Guiding life, as the eternal fulcrum of creation! > > > > > > That self revealing transcendental bliss, > > > > > > Hidden indeed is it in the alcoves of our heart, > > > > > > Known through self-experiential knowledge, > > > > > > And discriminatory wisdom, > > > > > > The realization of which is the vigilant will of God. > > > > > > What for and what that vigil was? > > > > > > Astringed with sacrifice, > > > > > > With karma brimming with righteousness, > > > > > > With the loving salve of beneficence; > > > > > > That seat of transcendental bliss, > > > > > > Is the credendum, or the quiddity of Santhigiri. > > > > > > We remember the perennial birthdays….. > > > > > > In the girdles of experience, > > > > > > With the osculant prayerful visions, > > > > > > That throbbing of self-effulgence; > > > > > > In the epochs and in its twilights … Manvantara > > > > > > In its' high and low tides, > > > > > > In the innards of dharma and adharma > > > > > > Cognizing and respecting everything, > > > > > > Abandoning that which to be abandoned, > > > > > > All to imbibe that divine effulgence, > > > > > > The personification of scintillating perfection! > > > > > > The throbs of our prayers keep the purr of entire creation, > > > > > > In the girdles of protection, > > > > > > Through our life of vigilance, in the altar of self-sacrifice, > > > > > > And in the kingdom of the Self, > > > > > > Salvaging its wisdom and experience > > > > > > Demeaning with all in right measure, > > > > > > In our verve to venerate the Supreme Blessed Light, > > > > > > The object of worship of all! > > > > > > Praying ever and anon, for the welfare of this creation! > > > > > > Embracing always that graceful Light, > > > > > > Hearken to realization, with a worshipful mind! > > > > > > Prayers again for the quietitude of all, > > > > > > With submissions in that totality of truth, > > > > > > In that eternity of perfection! > > > > > > (Translated from the original Malayalam by Mukundan P.R.) > > > > > > On Tue, Feb 10, 2009 at 7:59 AM, nominal9 <[email protected]> wrote: > > > > > >> Anybody have a favorite poem? > > > > >> I haven't thought about poetry for quite a while... > > > > >> Anything that catches your interest that you would like to share? It > > > > >> can be deep or not so deep... whatever you like or think someone else > > > > >> may like.... just looking for something.... new... > > > > >> nominal9- Hide quoted text - > > > - Show quoted text -- Hide quoted text - > > - Show quoted text - --~--~---------~--~----~------------~-------~--~----~ You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups ""Minds Eye"" group. To post to this group, send email to [email protected] To unsubscribe from this group, send email to [email protected] For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/Minds-Eye?hl=en -~----------~----~----~----~------~----~------~--~---
