Wednesday

El ingenioso hidalgo Don Quijote de la Mancha



Jan.16th 1605 - The first edition of El ingenioso hidalgo Don Quijote de la Mancha (Book One of Don Quixote) by Miguel de Cervantes is published in Madrid

Wednesday

Harold Bloom Talks About Literature, Judaism, and the Almighty – Tablet Magazine

Harold Bloom sobre Cortázar. De la crítica lit...
Harold Bloom sobre Cortázar. De la crítica literaria al SIDA (Photo credit: Scemoso)
Harold Bloom Talks About Literature, Judaism, and the Almighty – Tablet Magazine:


 "“You should hear him talk to a cabdriver,” one of Bloom’s ex-students told me. Bloom thrives on personal contact, and his conversation is full of affectionate verbal squeezes: His Yale colleague Geoffrey Hartman, like Bloom a pioneering critic of Romanticism, is the “Ayatollah Hartmeini”; John Ashbery, the poet, is always “the noble Ashbery.” Every male under 60 is addressed as “young man”; every woman, of whatever age, as “my dear.” “Kinderlach,” Bloom will say to a group of middle-aged friends, with genuine, surprised tenderness, “you astonish me always.”"




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Wednesday

A Tribute to Blacklisted Lyricist Yip Harburg: The Man Who Put the Rainbow in The Wizard of Oz

A Tribute to Blacklisted Lyricist Yip Harburg: The Man Who Put the Rainbow in The Wizard of Oz:

 "His name might not be familiar to many, but his songs are sung by millions around the world. Today, we take a journey through the life and work of Yip Harburg, the Broadway lyricist who wrote such hits as "Brother, Can You Spare a Dime?" and who put the music into The Wizard of Oz."



Saturday

squeeeee!


kitten,
   rise,
      leg,
        squeeeee!

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Wednesday

Mozart - Requiem - YouTube

Mozart - Requiem - YouTube: "Requiem Mass was first performed on January 2, 1793, in a private concert for the benefit of Mozart's grieving wife, Constanze Mozart.


The Following are the lyrics, translated from their Original Latin"

Grant them eternal rest, Lord,
and let perpetual light shine on them.
You are praised, God, in Zion,
and homage will be paid to You in Jerusalem.
Hear my prayer,
to You all flesh will come.
Grant them eternal rest, Lord,
and let perpetual light shine on them.


Lord, have mercy on us.
Christ, have mercy on us.
Lord, have mercy on us.


Day of wrath, day of anger
will dissolve the world in ashes,
as foretold by David and the Sibyl.
Great trembling there will be
when the Judge descends from heaven
to examine all things closely.


The trumpet will send its wondrous sound
throughout earth's sepulchres
and gather all before the throne. 
Death and nature will be astounded,
when all creation rises again,
to answer the judgment.
A book will be brought forth,
in which all will be written,
by which the world will be judged. 
When the judge takes his place,
what is hidden will be revealed,
nothing will remain unavenged.
What shall a wretch like me say?
Who shall intercede for me,
when the just ones need mercy?


King of tremendous majesty,
who freely saves those worthy ones,
save me, source of mercy.


Remember, kind Jesus,
my salvation caused your suffering;
do not forsake me on that day. 


Faint and weary you have sought me,
redeemed me, suffering on the cross;
may such great effort not be in vain. 


Righteous judge of vengeance,
grant me the gift of absolution
before the day of retribution. 

I moan as one who is guilty:
owning my shame with a red face;
suppliant before you, Lord. 

You, who absolved Mary,
and listened to the thief,
give me hope also. 

My prayers are unworthy,
but, good Lord, have mercy,
and rescue me from eternal fire. 

Provide me a place among the sheep,
and separate me from the goats,
guiding me to Your right hand.


When the accused are confounded,
and doomed to flames of woe,
call me among the blessed. 

I kneel with submissive heart,
my contrition is like ashes,
help me in my final condition.


That day of tears and mourning,
when from the ashes shall arise,
all humanity to be judged.
Spare us by your mercy, Lord,
gentle Lord Jesus,
grant them eternal rest. Amen.


Lord Jesus Christ, King of glory,
liberate the souls of the faithful,
departed from the pains of hell
and from the bottomless pit.
Deliver them from the lion's mouth,
lest hell swallow them up,
lest they fall into darkness.




Let the standard-bearer, holy Michael,
bring them into holy light.




Which was promised to Abraham
and his descendants.


Sacrifices and prayers of praise, Lord,
we offer to You.
Receive them in behalf of those souls
we commemorate today.
And let them, Lord,
pass from death to life,
which was promised to Abraham
and his descendants.


Lamb of God, who takes away
the sins of the world,
grant them eternal rest.
Lamb of God, who takes away
the sins of the world,
Grant them eternal rest.
Lamb of God, who takes away
the sins of the world,
grant them eternal rest forever.


Let eternal light shine on them, Lord,
as with Your saints in eternity,
because You are merciful.
Grant them eternal rest, Lord,
and let perpetual light shine on them,
as with Your saints in eternity,
because You are merciful.

Sunday

Alfred Nobel patents dynamite (November 25, 1867


[Johnny saw some dynamite
Couldn't understand it quite
But curiosity never pays
It rained Johnny for seven days.]

{Alfred Nobel patents dynamite (November 25, 1867)}

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Thursday

Full List | All-TIME 100 Novels | TIME.com

Full List | All-TIME 100 Novels | TIME.com:
 "All-TIME 100 Novels
Critics Lev Grossman and Richard Lacayo pick the 100 best English-language novels published since 1923—the beginning of TIME."


THANKSGIVING PRAYER by WILLIAM BURROUGHS

WILLIAM BURROUGHS’ THANKSGIVING PRAYER



Thanks for the wild turkey and the passenger pigeons, destined to be shit out through wholesome American guts.
Thanks for a continent to despoil and poison.
Thanks for Indians to provide a modicum of challenge and danger.
Thanks for vast herds of bison to kill and skin leaving the carcasses to rot.
Thanks for bounties on wolves and coyotes.
Thanks for the American dream,
To vulgarize and to falsify until the bare lies shine through.
Thanks for the KKK.
For nigger-killin’ lawmen, feelin’ their notches.
For decent church-goin’ women, with their mean, pinched, bitter, evil faces.
Thanks for “Kill a Queer for Christ” stickers.
Thanks for laboratory AIDS.
Thanks for Prohibition and the war against drugs.
Thanks for a country where nobody’s allowed to mind the own business.
Thanks for a nation of finks.
Yes, thanks for all the memories—all right let’s see your arms!
You always were a headache and you always were a bore.
Thanks for the last and greatest betrayal of the last and greatest of human dreams.


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Saturday

Mad magazine turns 60; still crazy after all these years - Peoria, IL - pjstar.com

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mad_magazine_dec_1957 (Photo credit: Douglas Coulter)
The first issue of Mad. Art by Harvey Kurtzman.
The first issue of Mad. Art by Harvey Kurtzman. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Alfred E. Neuman
Alfred E. Neuman (Photo credit: Thomas Hawk)
Mad magazine turns 60; still crazy after all these years - Peoria, IL - pjstar.com:

 "Mad continues on despite the fact that there’s a lot more satire and cultural criticism out there today (called the Internet). Happy birthday, Alfred E. Neumann, we never forgot the life lesson you taught us: What? Me worry?"


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Sunday

DIANA KRALL LYRICS - Cry Me A River

DIANA KRALL LYRICS - Cry Me A River:

 "Now you say you're sorry
For being so untrue
Well, you can cry me a river
Cry me a river
I cried a river over you"


Phantom Noise by Brian Turner


Phantom Noise
by Brian Turner

There is this ringing hum  this
bullet-borne language  ringing
shell-fall and static this  late-night
ringing of threadwork and carpet  ringing
hiss and steam  this wing-beat
of rotors and tanks  broken
bodies ringing in steel  humming these
voices of dust  these years ringing
rifles in Babylon  rifles in Sumer
ringing these children their gravestones
and candy  their limbs gone missing  their
static-borne television  their ringing
this eardrum  this rifled symphonic  this
ringing of midnight in gunpowder and oil this
brake pad gone useless  this muzzle-flash singing  this
threading of bullets in muscle and bone  this ringing
hum  this ringing hum  this
ringing

via
Academy of American Poets
   http://www.poets.org

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Thursday

The Blue Moon Review

The Blue Moon Review: "THE NEWS FROM MARS


" . . . the diaspora of human civilization is bound to go on
and out, as it always has done in the process of setting new
frontiers."
--Gerald K. O'Neill"