Tuesday, May 04, 2021
George
Thursday, March 07, 2013
Bud The Spud Is Dead
In the coming weeks and months,
you will be witnessing a progressive invasion
of the lugubrious and the morbid
all throughout the TLB Prime Network
- for, even though we do have just such a blog
that caters exclusively to that sort of thing,
fact is, folks - the darkness is spreading all over the place
and so we should tackle it everywhere, too!
We might as well start it here, too...
Hence, today, we celebrate a recently departed
true original; one who stayed true to his old
stomping grounds indeed
never leaving them
for as long as he lived
and, now, he will be buried in that ground...
And his song will live on.
Aye, Bud The Spud is dead -
Sing it to the tune of ''Bela Lugosi's Dead''
Sing it to the tune of ''Bela Lugosi's Dead''
- or, no, better yet, much better yet,
by the original artist and recently departed
Unless you are more partial to the man's famed and fabled
Hockey Song instead...!
Stompin' Tom was exceptionally proud to be Canadian
and concentrated all of his life and musical career
within Canadian boundaries indeed:
his penning a hockey song
implicitly implied that Canada owned that sport
and all rights to it -
for that, we can forgive him, sure...
After all, such patriotism (against all odds)
such good-natured creativity
and such well-mannered joie de vivre
tell a lot about the quality of the man;
his brand of rebelliousness
should have spread throughout
''God's Country''
- much more than it actually did.
He leaves us hundreds upon hundreds of songs
and his infectious love of life
even as his ended, peacefully, among family.
Rest In Peace, Stompin' Tom
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Labels: commemorative
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Dr. Karla Turner
So then: we've had the likes of Arianna here, honored or exposed (depending on your very own perception, entirely - and hers, evidently!) as a "barbarian - luminous style"...! She has things to say and passes on information at such a rate that it could be said that she, er, radiates it? THAT is being a "barbarian... luminous style!" people! But we didn't stop there: we've had the likes of K.O. Kelly Oxford, that tweeting twitteress extraordinaire that transformed the rather dull process of summarizing your thoughts into 140 characters into some sort of artform - or, at least some think it to be the case. So she's not merely a blabbermouth or a motormouth on the web: she's spewing forth short and concise witticisms at such a rate that it is perhaps alarming - or simply as close as humanly-possible to light-speed, hence it has to be luminous... if only in style, only!
We've also had, of course, those who simply spat out nonsense with vigorous verve and that certain je-ne-sais-quoi that some call joie-de-vivre - such as former Governor General of Canada Michaelle Jean and her compatriote Michèle Richard, to have but two abysmal examples: now those (and their like) made the cut due to the fact that they were genuinely funny and incisive too - and that is luminous barbarism, right there, indubitably!
However, overviewing all of these (and the rest of them) that were spotlighted here on U.A.N.G.A.D. over time, we have to admit that we have but skimmed the surface of possible solid cases for the dubious title of modern-day barbarians - luminous style! There are far better specimens out there (or there were) - ones that are much, much more advanced in their sage unruliness, savant not-giving-a-damnness and wise luminescent barbarism overall! And here is just one of those right now, one who puts Arianna, Kelly, Michaelle and Michéle to shame, really (the latter two cancelled each other out anyways: and, the case could be made, now more than ever, that, perhaps, the former two cancel each other out, too! But that is another story...) however, alas, this one is one who is no longer with us...
Dr. Karla Turner was a specialist of another breed - she was shunned by her peers as some sort of "loon" surely, but the fact was that she was not. Rumors abound that she was in fact MURDERED for sharing so candidly her findings, innermost beliefs and top secret information, all in one breath, almost - all in her last breath, almost, too. For, as you can see and hear (below and elsewhere on the web) Karla Turner did far more than share little tidbits of disparate thoughts on a social networking site like Kelly O does: Karla Turner shared terrifying facts about reprehensible behaviour at various levels of your military forces, the scientific elite, the powers-that-be and their associated agencies at varied levels...
Hmm... another attempt at silencing Dr. Turner? Not gonna happen.
We've also had, of course, those who simply spat out nonsense with vigorous verve and that certain je-ne-sais-quoi that some call joie-de-vivre - such as former Governor General of Canada Michaelle Jean and her compatriote Michèle Richard, to have but two abysmal examples: now those (and their like) made the cut due to the fact that they were genuinely funny and incisive too - and that is luminous barbarism, right there, indubitably!
Dr. Karla Turner was a specialist of another breed - she was shunned by her peers as some sort of "loon" surely, but the fact was that she was not. Rumors abound that she was in fact MURDERED for sharing so candidly her findings, innermost beliefs and top secret information, all in one breath, almost - all in her last breath, almost, too. For, as you can see and hear (below and elsewhere on the web) Karla Turner did far more than share little tidbits of disparate thoughts on a social networking site like Kelly O does: Karla Turner shared terrifying facts about reprehensible behaviour at various levels of your military forces, the scientific elite, the powers-that-be and their associated agencies at varied levels...
Hmm... another attempt at silencing Dr. Turner? Not gonna happen.
Eons ahead of a mere "conspiracy theorist" or anything of the sort, Karla Turner told the TRUTH: and paid the ultimate price for it ("ultimate" as we conceive of it, of course, in our rather short and oftentimes dismal earthly existences - of course. Nothing pessimistic or fatalistic about this: just being my old Realist-self and trying to reach as wide an audience as possible: and, truth be told, once again, the majority is quite simply not happy 99% of the time: hmm, where have we seen that number, again...? That's another story.) And she doesn't even have her own Wikipedia page for all her troubles! As she stated oftentimes, her work, her research, was dismissed by many as pure science-fiction: but it was always being paid the utmost attention to by those pesky powers-that-be, and she always knew it.
Karla Turner has to be liked by any child of the television age out there for so many reasons, too: but the fact is that one simple reason (if superficial one at best) suffices to explain it. The child of the television age will recognize in here echoes of some of their favorite TV heroes, the ones that championed the truth at all costs, regardless of possible consequences. She is, in fact, a female version (and quite improved version too) of the good ol' David Vincent character from that time-honored Quinn Martin production we all loved to watch, back in the day - through endless repeats or as a brand-new show, if you are old enough, of course... Light years above the humdrum renditions of truth-seekers of latter times (Mulder & Scully) David Vincent (or as I liked to call him: "D.V."!) was a normal individual yet a specialist too, a professional with everyday concerns and nothing else: until the day he became exposed to another reality, the hidden truth, and could not possibly keep mum about it, much less simply "get it out of his head" and go on with his routine as if nothing had happened... Once you know the truth, you cannot keep silent. The most cowardly will, though: but not the heroic, not the unruly heroic, not those who only give a damn about one thing and that thing is THE TRUTH! In brief, not the Karla Turners among us. She spread the word about what horrific things she found out and was silenced way before her time - way before her appointed time, appointed time by a Higher Power, meaning God, not E.T.s; just making that part clear, too... She left us at the age of 48, as she was only beginning to reach the masses with her findings. Many believe that, as it was the case with many others who represented hardcore evidence of these findings and were found dead shortly after, Dr. Turner's early demise was provoked and the cause of her death -an especially virulent kind of cancer- was induced and not naturally developed by her own body... She was effectively silenced - but, luckily, the recordings (and writings) remain and her voice can still be heard. Everywhere. And in many languages too...
Verily, Karla Turner is to be equated to a martyr or even a Joan of Ark of modern times. So yes...
Let's give the final word here to Dr. Karla Turner - for she deserves our attention far more than the Kelly Oxfords, Arianna Huffingtons, Oprah Winfreys or whatevers of our world these days...
Verily, Karla Turner is to be equated to a martyr or even a Joan of Ark of modern times. So yes...
Let's give the final word here to Dr. Karla Turner - for she deserves our attention far more than the Kelly Oxfords, Arianna Huffingtons, Oprah Winfreys or whatevers of our world these days...
"It's not "aliens." - It's M.K.ULTRA."
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Labels: commemorative, Luminous pundit moi, YouTube
Sunday, April 08, 2012
Bobby Orr
Bobby winning it for Boston!
After Bobby's retirement, the Bruins were cranky. Woe to the fans who reminded them that Bobby wasn't there anymore...
Labels: Boston, commemorative, NHL
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Joe Beef
Joe Beef's true name was... is... Charles McKiernan.
He was a 19th century innkeeper and a working class hero whose generosity became legend. In this day and age in which everything 19th Century is making quite the comeback (Jane Austen has never been so popular: nor has Sherlock Holmes! Freud and Jung appear in a Cronenberg movie - and me, I still say that the LXG was a pretty good movie, all things considered!) why not turn to our own backyard's most notable (and less so too) contemporaries of all of these chaps?
I often say that there is little worth much in the crime-infested city of Montreal, QC, Canada - but between Charles here, several other generous souls (some of whom are still among the living) and the likes of Brother André after that, one has to admit that old Montréal can host some pretty fine luminaries too, eh?
On this date, January 18th, his funeral was held as he had died at the extremely young age of 54, from a heart attack. Every single office in his old business district closed for the occasion. Fifty labour organizations walked off the job while Joe Beef's casket was drawn through the city by an ornate four-horse hearse, in a procession several blocks long. The newspaper La Minerve (a prehistoric version of Le Devoir more than La Presse) reported the events in these terms:
What had the good Charles done to deserve all this?
For starters, the man was not discriminating, was quite the altruist and he had a funny bone too. Plus: he loved animals! Could there be anything wrong with such a guy? No, such was the consensus and everybody liked him as if to prove that consensus!
His funeral was on this date in 1889 - an even colder January the 18th than the one we've just seen. His charity is still sorely missed, so many decades after his departure - because it is not the likes of PKP or any FTQ leader that will replace a man like Joe Beef.
We remember you... Charles
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He was a 19th century innkeeper and a working class hero whose generosity became legend. In this day and age in which everything 19th Century is making quite the comeback (Jane Austen has never been so popular: nor has Sherlock Holmes! Freud and Jung appear in a Cronenberg movie - and me, I still say that the LXG was a pretty good movie, all things considered!) why not turn to our own backyard's most notable (and less so too) contemporaries of all of these chaps?
I often say that there is little worth much in the crime-infested city of Montreal, QC, Canada - but between Charles here, several other generous souls (some of whom are still among the living) and the likes of Brother André after that, one has to admit that old Montréal can host some pretty fine luminaries too, eh?
On this date, January 18th, his funeral was held as he had died at the extremely young age of 54, from a heart attack. Every single office in his old business district closed for the occasion. Fifty labour organizations walked off the job while Joe Beef's casket was drawn through the city by an ornate four-horse hearse, in a procession several blocks long. The newspaper La Minerve (a prehistoric version of Le Devoir more than La Presse) reported the events in these terms:
The crowd consisted of Knights of Labour, workers and manual labourers of all classes. All the luckless outcasts to whom the innkeeper-philanthropist had so often extended a helping hand had come forward, eager to pay a last tribute to his memory"
For starters, the man was not discriminating, was quite the altruist and he had a funny bone too. Plus: he loved animals! Could there be anything wrong with such a guy? No, such was the consensus and everybody liked him as if to prove that consensus!
He had earned the sobriquet "Joe Beef" from his time as a Quartermaster with the British Army during the Crimean War. Legend goes that whenever his regiment was running low on food, McKiernan had an almost spooky knack of somehow finding meat and provisions, - hence the name "Joe Beef". The name became synonymous with "a gruff philanthropist" soon enough as he came to the city of Montréal around 1864. He originally arrived there with his artillery regiment and soon was put in charge of the main military canteen on Saint Helen's Island. After finally being discharged in 1868, he opened up "Joe Beef's Tavern," an inn and tavern soon known throughout North America, located at 201-207 rue de la Commune in what is now Old Montreal. Here the legend truly began... Joe Beef refused service to no one, telling a reporter, "no matter who he is, whether English, French, Irish, Negro, Indian, or what religion he belongs to". And so it came to be that, every day at noontime, hundreds of longshoremen, beggars, odd-job men and outcasts from Montréal society showed up at his door. The clientele of the tavern was mostly working class - and he soon became their mouthpiece, most flamboyant spokesman and near-patron saint even! Canal labourers, longshoremen, sailors, and ex-army men like McKiernan himself were mainstays of the business. For working class Montreal, McKiernan's tavern functioned as the centre of social life in Griffintown for, in those days, there wasn't much at all to be found in that neighbourhood: there were no public parks, no centre des loisirs (that was for damn sure!) and so all daily recreational activities were centered around Joe Beef's Canteen. It was a good thing, too, that gatherings and public celebrations were only occasionally held by national societies and church groups - because Joe Beef had no lost respect for the Church and it would have been an awkward partnership, at best...
Allegedly an atheist, Joe Beef had the following manifesto printed on handbills and advertisements:
He cares not for Pope, Priest, Parson, or King William of the Boyne; all Joe wants is the Coin. He trusts in God in summer time to keep him from all harm; when he sees the first frost and snow poor old Joe trusts to the Almighty Dollar and good old maple wood to keep his belly warm, for Churches, Chapels, Ranters, Preachers, Beechers and such stuff Montreal has already got enough.
There is little left of what local parish priests (les bons vieux curés d'antan) might have thought out loud of Joe Beef and his manifesto - let alone his canteen... But the already world-famous by then New York Times was quite vociferous about it all and deemed itself not impressed at all by the good that Joe did, calling Joe Beef's Canteen "a den of filth" (which is quite something coming from some chaps hailing from New Amsterdam!) and adding insult to injury by adding further commentary such as this:
The proprietor is evidently an educated man, and speaks and writes well. But he is a little nearer a devil and his place near what the revised version calls Hades than anything I ever saw.
That he would be called a devil by haughty brainerds from NYC only adds credence to our eyes here that this man was, amazingly, ironically and maybe even paradoxically enough, most likely pleasing God with his actions, if not his words. The Times gave him the credit of education - had they done their research well, they would have found out that he actually lacked formal education but still considered himself an intellectual and was an avid reader as he engaged in heated debates on the topics of the day and was a champion for the rights of the common man. It is the latter quality that stands out as legend has that, at first, he entertained the crowds with poetry and humorous stories which lampooned the figures of authority in the workingman's life, such as the employer, the landlord, or the local church minister. Then he began to use his gifts in a more shall we say luminous way as he acted as an advocate for the working class population of Griffintown and played an important role in the Lachine Canal workers strike of 1877. Through it all, he proved an invaluable ally for the strikers as he provided them with 3,000 loaves of bread and 500 gallons of stew, and paying the travel expenses of their delegation to Ottawa - all this on top of his inspirational gift for words. For, as the strikers set off to the nation's capital to plead their desperate cause, Joe Beef addressed them and a crowd of 2,000 in front of his tavern with a rousing speech" and it was all "delivered in rhymed endings which was heartily applauded." He repeated this feat as he also assisted strikers at the east-end Hudon textile factory in 1882.
Joe Beef's Canteen was the unquestionable focal point of social life in the Griffintown of the time; further more, his canteen provided early social services such as housing, food, and casual employment for the poor and downtrodden. As such a provider, Joe was doing as much as Marguerite Bourgeois did in the very same area, in a totally different style though...!
The man's true kindness of heart would have been amply displayed by his love of animals - though it might be simply dismissed as eccentricity and little else. For Joe Beef was no Doctor Doolittle - he was simply known for keeping a menagerie of animals in his tavern, including four black bears, ten monkeys, three wild cats, a porcupine and an alligator. The SPCA and IFAW might have objected to the way that the bears were usually kept - in the tavern's cellar and viewed by customers through a trap door in the barroom floor.
Joe would sometimes put the bear to some questionable use too: any one of them could be used as impromptu and de facto bouncer, in fact, on any given day: he would bring a bear up from the basement to restore order in his tavern whenever necessary! He would also use the bears for entertainment purposes: live wrestling, as they'd fight with his dogs or simply play a game of billiards with the proprietor.
One of the bears, dubbed Tom, had become quite the heavy drinker under Joe Beef's tutelage and had a reported daily consumption of twenty pints of beer. Tom The Bear would sit on his hindquarters and hold a glass between his paws without spilling a drop - or so reports patrons of the bar at the time and so reports Wikipedia nowadays! Hence, Joe Beef could have worked for the circus too, if he had so desired...
The animals loved him fine too, thus any notion that they might have been mistreated has to be dismissed - however accidents still happened... On one occasion, McKiernan was mauled by a buffalo on exhibit in his tavern and was sent to hospital for a number of days. Another time, a Deputy Clerk of the Peace was inspecting the tavern in order to renew the license and was bitten by one of McKiernan's dogs. Knowing how nice "peace officials" can get to be in the venerable old towne of Montréal, I can hardly criticize the dog for that faux paw... er, pas. But that is another story...
And so Joe Beef's tavern was the nevralgico point of all that was (or could possibly be) happening in Old Montréal from its inception in 1870 until the owner's death from a heart attack in 1889, again, at the age of 54.
Truth be told, Joe Beef is honoured and remembered in his native town in a myriad of ways - there is a restaurant bearing (no pun intended) his name and several other establishments make mention of him on what is now dubbed an Heritage Trail.His funeral was on this date in 1889 - an even colder January the 18th than the one we've just seen. His charity is still sorely missed, so many decades after his departure - because it is not the likes of PKP or any FTQ leader that will replace a man like Joe Beef.
We remember you... Charles
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Labels: commemorative
Monday, October 17, 2011
Russians Remember...!
Why can't her own people, too?
What am I talking about, this time?
READ ON AND FIND OUT - AMNESIACS ANONYMOUS!
Посмотрите на эту
женщину - и запомните ее навсегда! Мир не cтал
безнравственным только сейчас - он всегда был таким... Награду не всегда
получает тот, кто достоин её более других.Недавно, в возрасте 98-и лет умерла
женщина по имени Ирена Сандлер. Во время Второй мировой войны Ирина получила
разрешение на работу в Варшавском гетто в качестве сантехника/сварщика. У неё
были на то "скрытые мотивы".Будучи немкой, она знала о планах нацистов по поводу
евреев. На дне сумки для инструментов она стала выносить детей из гетто, а в
задней части грузовичка у неё был мешок для детей постарше. Там же она возила
собаку, которую натаскала лаять, когда немецкая охрана впускала и выпускала
машину через ворота гетто. Солдаты, естественно, не хотели связываться с
собакой, а её лай прикрывал звуки, которые могли издавать дети. За время этой
деятельности Ирине удалось вынести из гетто и, тем самым, спасти 2500 детей.Её
поймали; нацисты сломали ей ноги и руки, жестоко избили. Ирена вела запись имён
всех вынесенных ею детей,списки она хранила в стеклянной банке, зарытой под
деревом в её заднем дворе. После войны она попыталась отыскать всех возможно
выживших родителей и воссоединить семьи. Но большинство из них окончило жизнь в
газовых камерах. Дети, которым она помогла, были устроены в детские дома или
усыновлены.В прошлом году Ирена Сэндлер была номинирована на Нобелевскую премию
Мира. Она не была избрана. Её премию получил Эл Гор - за слайд-шоу по всемирному
потеплению... А в этом году премию получил Барак Обама за свои предвыборные
обещания. Я вношу свой маленький вклад, пересылая Вам это письмо.Надеюсь, Вы
поступите так же. Прошло 65 лет со дня окончания Второй Мировой войны в Европе.
Это электронное письмо как цепочка памяти - памяти о шести миллионах евреев,
20-ти миллионах русских, десяти миллионах христиан и 1900 католических
священниках, которые были убиты, расстреляны, изнасилованы, сожжены, заморены
голодом и унижены. Это послание предназначено сорока миллионам людей. Помоги нам
распространить его по всему миру.
Roughly translated from the Russian original, via Google Translate, the above piece reads as this in Shakespearian:
Look at this woman - and remember it forever!
The world is not immoral just now - it was always so ...
The award is not always received by the one who deserves it the most.
Not very long ago, aged 98 years, died a woman named Irena Sandler.
During the Second World War, Irina received permission to work in the Warsaw ghetto as a plumbing / welding worker.
It was on the "ulterior motives" basis that she took this job.
Being German, she knew about the Nazi plans for the Jews.
At the bottom of the bag for tools she made space to make it a hiding for children of the ghetto, and in the back of the truck she had a bag for older children.
She also had a dog in the back of the truck.
Once there, she drove her vehicle through the gates of the ghetto.
The soldiers, standing guard at the gates of course, did not want to communicate with the dog and the barking covered the sounds that children can make.
And so, during this time, Irina smuggled out of the ghetto and, thereby, saved the lives of 2500 children.
When she was finally caught, the Nazis broke her leg and arm, and she was severely beaten.
Irena kept a record of names all made by her children, she kept lists in a glass jar, buried under a tree in her backyard. After the war, she tried to locate any possible
surviving parent and reunite the families. But most of them graduated in the life
the gas chambers. The children she helped were placed in orphanages or usynovleny.
Irena Sandler was finally, last year, nominated for the Nobel Prize
She was not the recipient.
Her prize was awarded to Al Gore - due to his Inconvenient Truth presentation, no more than a slide show warning the World about global warming ...
And this year the prize went to Barack Obama for his campaign promises.
I have made a small contribution by sending you this pismo.
Nadeyus you do the same.
It took 65 years from the date of the Second World War in Europe.
This e-mail as a chain of memory - the memory of six million Jews,
20 million Russians, ten million Christians and 1,900 Catholic
priests who were murdered, shot, raped, burned, frozen
Suffering through hunger and humiliation.
This message is intended for roughly forty millions people.
Help us to distribute it around the world.
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Aye, Irena Sandler was German - saved Jewish kids' lives - and neither seem to remember or to be... just thankful.
Incredible.
Labels: commemorative, Irena Sandler, lugubrious simulcast
Wednesday, February 02, 2011
André Mathieu
A gifted boy child who was hampered in his progress; an angelic face that was, most likely, the target of jealousy from many other parties that he encountered through his formative period and onwards... A tragic case of unfulfilled potential - or, at least, untapped to its fullest. This is what André Mathieu has been described as - and most of it is undeniably true. Most of it hits a personal chord with so many of us, too...
While it is true that his works remain, and that his genius is recognized enough, now, so that his name is renowned and better known presently than it was when he was an adult composer struggling to shed his image of "one-time child genius" which equated, basically, to being described as a lucky brat that never really paid his dues... Even if it is true that a famed-enough concert hall bears his name (in my old hometown of Laval) and that everyone has, therefore, heard his name at one time or another - nothing can erase the fact that when he needed it the most, be it fame, recognition or quite simply a helping hand, he did not get it. And for that the entire artistic community in his old stomping grounds can be forever bitterly ashamed as they are totally responsible.
Some, like that illustrious radio-host with the remarkable laughter and recognizable white beard (or vice-versa) or past loves, who knew him and therefore know all the facts, have said that André Mathieu became such a tragic story due to his own "inhibition of action" - that he tried, but could not make a truly progressive move towards full realization of his tremendous potential. Others, more idealistic or simply fatalistic, see in all this just a sign that, ultimately, IT WASN'T MEANT TO BE... André was not, after all, Amadeus - at best, other composers have said, he was their Gershwin. Which is already a lot and should have been recognized much sooner than that - while André Mathieu still lived.
Ultimately, perhaps one could see here confirmation of my own theory - my theory of names. Everyone named alike shares a similar fate, is either equally miserable or equally fortunate in life. Just in that grimy town of Montreal alone, where Andrés abound, we can see a pattern developing with the tragic stories of several rebel hearts such as André "Dédé" Fortin of Les Colocs fame (a totally different kind of musician) as well as the iconic Frère André and frequent visitor André The Giant (although, to be fair and honest, both were originally named differently - to their own detriment, they adopted the name André for two completely different reasons as well - and along with that came the heartache associated with it. But those are other stories, for other blogs... Mathieu shall suffice for the tragic quota this time out - agreed?)
André Mathieu is now hailed as the Child Prodigy of Québec - as the movie based upon his life story is entitled "L'Enfant Prodige" indeed.
Truth is, his detractors, whether they are around to say it or not, would still dub it the "Privileged Child" - as in the child that was born to a composer who molded him in his image very early on, surrounded him with the appropriate toys for the objective that was set (a piano and musical sheets instead of Tonka trucks and action figures) and proceeded, with draconian discipline, to make the boy's life a living hell from the tender age of five years-old...
Despite all that, he grew up to become a rather brutal, rough-around-the-edges, anything-but-mild-mannered misfit of a musician; truly paradoxically. He was prone to drink too much and womanize - not at all what he needed to be in order to be acclaimed and proclaimed as the genius composer that he was supposed to be.
Me, I see a lot of Tchaikovsky in him too; thankfully without certain particular traits... Rebellious, rampageous and even obnoxious at times, the boisterous André was doomed to be ostracized from the very get-go...
And he didn't even have to lose his boyhood looks in order to be set on that devastating path either...
Rest in Peace, André Mathieu
May you play your melancholic music in a place of Light, not of darkness...
Until the Day of Reckoning
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Labels: commemorative, music, YouTube
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Ssssss-samantha FOX! And Sharon Tate.
Samantha Fox wants to wed her longtime girlfriend,
Aye - they dream of a SIBERIAN WEDDING...
That bit of odd news immediately made me think of the famous final scene of 1967's Fearless Vampire Killers movie - in which Sharon Tate, the damsel seemingly rescued by the (very) flawed hero portrayed by the film's director himself (Roman Polanski) reveals to be a bloodsucker too, in the snowy night while they flee purportedly to safety; and that is when she BITES HIM...!
Samantha only has the blondness of her hair that compares with Sharon - and Myra is no Vampira. But still... Siberian nuptials - what else does it evoke but THAT...?!?
(What makes it all the more eerie and spooky, all the while resonant with significance too, is that this became a very doomed marriage in real life too; she was the most famous victim of the sickening Manson Family murders and her blood was shed while she was pregnant. The woman who did crazed Charles Manson's bidding on that horrible night of 1969 showed no mercy - and actually felt proud to have killed both mother and son, effectively aborting the child in the most horrendous way imaginable. And that monstrous chap, Manson, lives to this day... But that is another story.)
Back to the 1967 classic FVK film then; although the movie ends there, one can imagine what happens next: once bitten by the vampiress, the virus spreads like wildfire through his system and he turns on his mentor (so brillantly played by Jack MacGowran) and certainly slays him without mercy too. Then, after turning on his best friend for this bloody bloodsucking harlot, he becomes just like her - a fierce bloodsucker without scruples (not a harlot!)
And, as the off-screen voice concludes at the end of the epic film, with a beautifully striking (as it is mysteriously mindnumbing too) snowy mountain backdrop, the couple of night creatures will spread that nefarious "disease" throughout Europe...
That sort of wedding night that you want to have, ladies? Go right ahead then - I'll skip the bachelorette party, I think! ⧬⧬
NOTA BENE:
As it is, the saddest of anniversaries was TWO DAYS AGO: on the ninth of August... It marked 40 years that Sharon Tate's and her unborn baby's gruesome deaths occurred. And a mere 48 hours later, I notice this rather trivial bit of news (nowadays, it is) about Fox and her Myra - and it makes me think of FVK instead... and the Lady Tate.
Now there was a lady indeed.
Rest In Peace, Sharon Tate.
And Baby.
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Labels: commemorative, Luminous pundit moi, music, Unapprovable Unruly Ones, YouTube
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
C'est ÇA - La CAW-NAH-DAHHH!
Why not, eh?
It is downright unruly
*and* an attitude of, ah,
"je m'en foutisme"
PUR ET DUR
to act, each and every
July 1st
as if the rather
"disparate"
confusing
and totally
rag-tag
"history"
of this
so-called
"nation"
hints at
"unity"
in any way at all!
Rather,
it points at what I say
throughout the
TLB Prime Network
websites -
this was
nothing other than
a historical mistake.
Yup!
And it really
doesn't matter at all
if one can find
up to ONE
HUNDRED
reasons
to love it
(try making it
141 reasons now!)
- ultimately
it is just like
the wife
who finds so many
reasons to love
a bad husband...
Or the mother
who loves
a wayward child...!
Labels: commemorative, Hilarious, Luminous pundit moi, music, YouTube
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Simone Says... EN FRANÇAIS!
«Je serais incapable de prêter ma tête, mes yeux, ma voix, enfin moi, à une entreprise qui va à l'encontre de mes convictions les plus profondes.» Ainsi s'exprimait, dans son autobiographie La nostalgie n'est plus ce qu'elle était, Simone Signoret, l'une des actrices les plus admirées du XXe siècle. Portrait d'une femme de passion et de convictions.
La citation ci-haut a une double fonction: en plus d'être une lumineuse citation de la regrettée dame, Simone Signoret, c'est également un court extrait d'un lumineux article écrit sur sa vie, ''Irremplaçable Simone Signoret" de l'élégante plume de madame Betty Achard, pour le Figaro... pardon, le magazine MADAME, communément connu en tant que ''Madame Figaro'' - à ne pas confondre avec le Journal Le Figaro.
Labels: commemorative, lugubrious simulcast, Luminous pundit moi
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Henri Salvador
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
MLK Jr.
Martin Luther King Jr. (don't ever forget that he was the junior, yes!)
- pictured here in his element and as his most inspirational.
Regardless of the fact that they hold MLK Day on neither his date of birth nor the sad date of his assassination, it is GOOD that they do hold an MLK DAY each and every year. The only thing that DUBYA has ever said that was truly worth listening to was when he stated the following, on this very latest MLK DAY (January 22nd, 2008, hence) and I paraphrase (because you'll likely never find me quoting Dubya - ever) - "we should strive to make every day MLK Day in America."
And, for once, it wouldn't have been too much if he had kept milking it for all it was worth - because, this once, it was TRULY WORTH A LOT. Pure gold, I'd say. Alas, the very next day, Dubya and all of America sort of... went numb again.
They do that every year.
To some, MLK and JFK are neck-in-neck in historical significance and accomplishments. A luminous pundit blogger (and free thinker wherever he voices his message) can only come to one conclusion: MLK is way more important than JFK ever was.
Way more important.
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Labels: Black History, commemorative, YouTube
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
Eva Esmann
...
EVA ESMANN.Foto: Maria Fonfara
Varmt hjerte for fristaden
Eva Esmann ~ (1924-2007)
Eva Esmann ~ (1924-2007)
Jeg er så glad for at få lov til at
fortælle om Christiania en sid-
ste gang, inden jeg kreperer«,
indledte forfatteren Eva Es-
mann et længere interview
her i avisen for halv anden må-
ned siden. Nu er hun så død, 83 år.
Eva Esmann, der voksede op
i et kunstnerhjem i Frankrig,
faldt som lille på en trappe og
kvæstede underkæben så al-
vorligt, at den holdt op med at vokse.
Det havde nok slået mange
unge piger ud, men ikke hen-
de. Hun ville have sin kæbe la-
vet, uanset hvor mange opera-
tioner hun skulle igennem, og
det var mange.
Og så skulle det være den
dygtigste kæbekirurg i Euro-
pa, en tysk læge fra Berlin. Da
krigen brød ud i 1939, var ræk-
ken af operationer ikke over-
stået, men hvad gjorde Eva Esmann?
At rejse til Berlin var ikke til-
ladt enhver, så hun bad om et
job som sporvognskonduktør
dernede, for så kunne hun jo
få lejlighed til at opsøge den
dygtige læge. Han var imidler-
tid optaget af mere alvorlige
læsioner hos sårede fra Øst-
fronten, og Eva Esmann blev
bedt om at vente, til der igen
blev fred. Så tog hun hjem
igen, flygtede med fare for sit
liv fra sit job, og tilbage i Dan-
mark gik hun ind i mod-
standsbevægelsen. Men ty-
skerne kom på sporet af hen-
de, så hun måtte flygte til Sverige.
Efter krigen fandt hun frem
til, at lægen stadig levede, nu i
Hamburg. Hun tog job hos en
hjælpeorganisation og fik ar-
bejde dernede et par år, og her
fik hun så endelig sin kæbe på
plads efter i alt 40 kirurgiske
indgreb og i alt syv års
hospi-talsindlæggelser.
Disse oplevelser beskrev Eva
Esmann i sin første bog, ’En
kvindes ansigt’, der er en af
dansk litteraturs erindrings-
klassikere og udkom i mange oplag.
I bogen ’Den evige dansker’
har hun skrevet historien om
Karl Friedrich Gøbelsmann,
der voksede op i det krigshær-
gede Europa som pacifist og
overlevede tre dødsdomme.
En anden af hendes mange
bøger hedder ’Der er en regn-
bue over Christiania’, for her
lagde Eva Esmann mange
kræfter. Fristaden tiltrak sidst
i 1970’erne en del eksistenser,
(...)
A great woman
a pioneer
and a patron of the arts
has left us, in Eva Esmann
Her kind is dwindling in numbers
and she is so greatly missed by all who knew her
by those who have only heard of her,
and wished to have known her,
and by those who will never know her,
perhaps, ironically, this latter category
will suffer the most
from Eva's absence in this world.
Rest In Peace, Eva Esmann
fortælle om Christiania en sid-
ste gang, inden jeg kreperer«,
indledte forfatteren Eva Es-
mann et længere interview
her i avisen for halv anden må-
ned siden. Nu er hun så død, 83 år.
Eva Esmann, der voksede op
i et kunstnerhjem i Frankrig,
faldt som lille på en trappe og
kvæstede underkæben så al-
vorligt, at den holdt op med at vokse.
Det havde nok slået mange
unge piger ud, men ikke hen-
de. Hun ville have sin kæbe la-
vet, uanset hvor mange opera-
tioner hun skulle igennem, og
det var mange.
Og så skulle det være den
dygtigste kæbekirurg i Euro-
pa, en tysk læge fra Berlin. Da
krigen brød ud i 1939, var ræk-
ken af operationer ikke over-
stået, men hvad gjorde Eva Esmann?
At rejse til Berlin var ikke til-
ladt enhver, så hun bad om et
job som sporvognskonduktør
dernede, for så kunne hun jo
få lejlighed til at opsøge den
dygtige læge. Han var imidler-
tid optaget af mere alvorlige
læsioner hos sårede fra Øst-
fronten, og Eva Esmann blev
bedt om at vente, til der igen
blev fred. Så tog hun hjem
igen, flygtede med fare for sit
liv fra sit job, og tilbage i Dan-
mark gik hun ind i mod-
standsbevægelsen. Men ty-
skerne kom på sporet af hen-
de, så hun måtte flygte til Sverige.
Efter krigen fandt hun frem
til, at lægen stadig levede, nu i
Hamburg. Hun tog job hos en
hjælpeorganisation og fik ar-
bejde dernede et par år, og her
fik hun så endelig sin kæbe på
plads efter i alt 40 kirurgiske
indgreb og i alt syv års
hospi-talsindlæggelser.
Disse oplevelser beskrev Eva
Esmann i sin første bog, ’En
kvindes ansigt’, der er en af
dansk litteraturs erindrings-
klassikere og udkom i mange oplag.
I bogen ’Den evige dansker’
har hun skrevet historien om
Karl Friedrich Gøbelsmann,
der voksede op i det krigshær-
gede Europa som pacifist og
overlevede tre dødsdomme.
En anden af hendes mange
bøger hedder ’Der er en regn-
bue over Christiania’, for her
lagde Eva Esmann mange
kræfter. Fristaden tiltrak sidst
i 1970’erne en del eksistenser,
(...)
A great woman
a pioneer
and a patron of the arts
has left us, in Eva Esmann
Her kind is dwindling in numbers
and she is so greatly missed by all who knew her
by those who have only heard of her,
and wished to have known her,
and by those who will never know her,
perhaps, ironically, this latter category
will suffer the most
from Eva's absence in this world.
Rest In Peace, Eva Esmann
Labels: commemorative, lugubrious simulcast
Saturday, June 24, 2006
John The Baptist
He spoke the Truth - and they put him to death for it.
John The Baptist has no equal among men - Jesus The Christ Himself Said so, and there is no better reference than Him on that sort of subject (as on any other really - just saying He Knows saints! Most peeps today will misjudge the good and praise the bad instead! But that is another story - a very sad story...)
John the Baptizer is also called oftentimes John the Forerunner - for he indeed paved the way for The Christ to reveal Himself to the disbelieving rabble and other rabbis in Jerusalem... He was born on a June 24th, indeed, but few know that he is alleged to have died on August 29th - and the date of the gruesome and unjust beheading of this saint should be first and foremost on everyone's mind, I would think...
Other scholars and men of letters take to dub him, quite simply, "the Precursor of the Lord".
Me, I call him the greatest saint there is - one whose courage and self-denial knew no bounds and is truly an example for all of us 'cosmic nobodies who want to be somebodies in the finite, the temporal and the dust' - not quoting here, these are MY words and my take on it!
The Baptist began shouting in the desert, preaching on the banks of the Jordan river and baptizing at the ripe old age of 30 - in an earthly life that would be shortened and so very fleeting, he would make an undeniable impact not only by the example that he set, as we've assessed already, but also by the groundwork that he would accomplish in such a short span of time - preselecting, in effect, two cornerstones of the Christ's apostolate that would lead to another even more important one; the rock upon which Christ would build His Church.
He prepared the way for He Who Is The Way - and when he saw the end near, his words were not so much of resignation but of acceptance with pride and faith that GOD's PLAN had been set in motion perfectly.
And he said "His Time Has Come. Mine is at an end."
And he knew his reward was greater than great - unlike others who may have to wait before ascension, I have no doubt that there was no waiting time for the Baptist.
And now following is the installment of "Saints & Angels: TLB Prime Series" that focused on this unique saint and originally appeared on The Luminous Blog:
Today, according to the calendar up on my wall, is the day of the commemoration of the martyrdom of my favorite saint - Saint John The Baptist.
Though my plight is not technically "martyrdom" literally, I saw on this day quite a few parallels and quite a lot of synchronicity going on there...!
However, such is not the subject of this blog post nor of this recurring sub-series that is a cherished part of TLB Prime...
Hence, more about the saint instead...
He is also known as Joannes Baptista; John the Baptizer; John the Forerunner; Juan Bautista; João Batista, Jean le Baptiste
Memorial Dates are most well-known, the first mostly - June 24th (birth) and today, August 29th (death) (Yes - I had chosen to honor the latter date there!)
Profile ~
Cousin of Jesus Christ. Son of Zachary, a priest of the order of Abia whose job in the temple was to burn incense; and of Elizabeth, a descendent of Aaron. As Zachary was ministering in the Temple, an angel brought him news that Elizabeth would bear a child filled with the Holy Spirit from the moment of his birth. Zachary doubted and was struck dumb until John's birth.
Prophet. Began his ministry around age 27, wearing a leather belt and a tunic of camel hair, living off locusts and wild honey, and preaching a message of repentance to the people of Jerusalem. He converted many, and prepared the way for the coming of Jesus. Baptized Christ, after which he stepped away and told his disciples to follow Jesus.
Imprisoned by King Herod. He died a victim of the vengeance of a jealous woman; he was beheaded, and his head brought to her on a platter. Saint Jerome says Herodias kept the head for a long time after, occassionally stabbing the tongue with his dagger.
He died beheaded circa 30 A.D. at Machaerus; buried at Sebaste, Samaria; his relics are found in Saint Sylvester's church, Rome, Italy, and at Amiens, France - reputedly.
His name means "God is gracious" or "gift of God" (John)
I so do agree with that meaning - my saintly father's a namesake...
His Canonization is one of an elite few that was "Pre-Congregation" - of course.
His Patronage is vast and goes way beyond mere baptism to embrace a whole lot of diverse causes, places, professions and ways of life, such as: bird dealers; the diocese of Charleston, South Carolina; Colletorto, Italy; converts; convulsions; convulsive children; cutters; diocese of Dodge City, Kansas; epilepsy; epileptics; farriers; French Canadians; Fürstenberg, Germany; Genoa, Italy; hail; hailstorms; Jordan; Knights Hospitaller; Knights of Malta; lambs; Leioa, Spain; Macau, China; Maltese Knights; monastic life; Monte San Giovanni Campano, Italy; Monza, Italy; motorways; Palermo, Sicily; diocese of Paterson, New Jersey; Penzance, Cornwall, England; diocese of Portland, Maine; Pozzallo, Sicily; printers; Puerto Rico; Quebec; Ragusa, Sicily; Saint-Jean-le-Blanc, Loiret, France; San Juan Indian Pueblo; San Juan, Puerto Rico; Sassano, Italy; diocese of Savannah, Georgia; spasms; tailors; Teising, Germany; Torino, Italy; Umbria, Italy; Wenden, Germany; Wenings, Germany; Wroclaw, Poland.
Representation: cross in hand; lamb; severed head on a platter; skin of an animal; slender cross. (It is one of the things that I always loved about my faith - its rich and abundant symbolism! Imaginative and creative minds are greater than knowledgeable ones - Albert Einstein himself knew so much!)
St-John The Baptist is a wonderful example for us all, really.
He completely dedicated himself to his purpose - and forgot any wants in the process in a truly magnificent way.I have adopted this saint as MY token saint and personal patron saint of Truth Divulgence for that reason alone, almost!
I plan to live up to his example too - and fear not head-chopping reactions while carrying forward my crusade of championing the Truth!
John The Baptist has no equal among men - Jesus The Christ Himself Said so, and there is no better reference than Him on that sort of subject (as on any other really - just saying He Knows saints! Most peeps today will misjudge the good and praise the bad instead! But that is another story - a very sad story...)
John the Baptizer is also called oftentimes John the Forerunner - for he indeed paved the way for The Christ to reveal Himself to the disbelieving rabble and other rabbis in Jerusalem... He was born on a June 24th, indeed, but few know that he is alleged to have died on August 29th - and the date of the gruesome and unjust beheading of this saint should be first and foremost on everyone's mind, I would think...
Other scholars and men of letters take to dub him, quite simply, "the Precursor of the Lord".
Me, I call him the greatest saint there is - one whose courage and self-denial knew no bounds and is truly an example for all of us 'cosmic nobodies who want to be somebodies in the finite, the temporal and the dust' - not quoting here, these are MY words and my take on it!
The Baptist began shouting in the desert, preaching on the banks of the Jordan river and baptizing at the ripe old age of 30 - in an earthly life that would be shortened and so very fleeting, he would make an undeniable impact not only by the example that he set, as we've assessed already, but also by the groundwork that he would accomplish in such a short span of time - preselecting, in effect, two cornerstones of the Christ's apostolate that would lead to another even more important one; the rock upon which Christ would build His Church.
He prepared the way for He Who Is The Way - and when he saw the end near, his words were not so much of resignation but of acceptance with pride and faith that GOD's PLAN had been set in motion perfectly.
And he said "His Time Has Come. Mine is at an end."
And he knew his reward was greater than great - unlike others who may have to wait before ascension, I have no doubt that there was no waiting time for the Baptist.
And now following is the installment of "Saints & Angels: TLB Prime Series" that focused on this unique saint and originally appeared on The Luminous Blog:
Today, according to the calendar up on my wall, is the day of the commemoration of the martyrdom of my favorite saint - Saint John The Baptist.Though my plight is not technically "martyrdom" literally, I saw on this day quite a few parallels and quite a lot of synchronicity going on there...!
However, such is not the subject of this blog post nor of this recurring sub-series that is a cherished part of TLB Prime...
Hence, more about the saint instead...
He is also known as Joannes Baptista; John the Baptizer; John the Forerunner; Juan Bautista; João Batista, Jean le Baptiste
Memorial Dates are most well-known, the first mostly - June 24th (birth) and today, August 29th (death) (Yes - I had chosen to honor the latter date there!)
Profile ~
Cousin of Jesus Christ. Son of Zachary, a priest of the order of Abia whose job in the temple was to burn incense; and of Elizabeth, a descendent of Aaron. As Zachary was ministering in the Temple, an angel brought him news that Elizabeth would bear a child filled with the Holy Spirit from the moment of his birth. Zachary doubted and was struck dumb until John's birth.
Prophet. Began his ministry around age 27, wearing a leather belt and a tunic of camel hair, living off locusts and wild honey, and preaching a message of repentance to the people of Jerusalem. He converted many, and prepared the way for the coming of Jesus. Baptized Christ, after which he stepped away and told his disciples to follow Jesus.
Imprisoned by King Herod. He died a victim of the vengeance of a jealous woman; he was beheaded, and his head brought to her on a platter. Saint Jerome says Herodias kept the head for a long time after, occassionally stabbing the tongue with his dagger.
He died beheaded circa 30 A.D. at Machaerus; buried at Sebaste, Samaria; his relics are found in Saint Sylvester's church, Rome, Italy, and at Amiens, France - reputedly.
His name means "God is gracious" or "gift of God" (John)
I so do agree with that meaning - my saintly father's a namesake...
His Canonization is one of an elite few that was "Pre-Congregation" - of course.
His Patronage is vast and goes way beyond mere baptism to embrace a whole lot of diverse causes, places, professions and ways of life, such as: bird dealers; the diocese of Charleston, South Carolina; Colletorto, Italy; converts; convulsions; convulsive children; cutters; diocese of Dodge City, Kansas; epilepsy; epileptics; farriers; French Canadians; Fürstenberg, Germany; Genoa, Italy; hail; hailstorms; Jordan; Knights Hospitaller; Knights of Malta; lambs; Leioa, Spain; Macau, China; Maltese Knights; monastic life; Monte San Giovanni Campano, Italy; Monza, Italy; motorways; Palermo, Sicily; diocese of Paterson, New Jersey; Penzance, Cornwall, England; diocese of Portland, Maine; Pozzallo, Sicily; printers; Puerto Rico; Quebec; Ragusa, Sicily; Saint-Jean-le-Blanc, Loiret, France; San Juan Indian Pueblo; San Juan, Puerto Rico; Sassano, Italy; diocese of Savannah, Georgia; spasms; tailors; Teising, Germany; Torino, Italy; Umbria, Italy; Wenden, Germany; Wenings, Germany; Wroclaw, Poland.
Representation: cross in hand; lamb; severed head on a platter; skin of an animal; slender cross. (It is one of the things that I always loved about my faith - its rich and abundant symbolism! Imaginative and creative minds are greater than knowledgeable ones - Albert Einstein himself knew so much!)
St-John The Baptist is a wonderful example for us all, really.
He completely dedicated himself to his purpose - and forgot any wants in the process in a truly magnificent way.I have adopted this saint as MY token saint and personal patron saint of Truth Divulgence for that reason alone, almost!
I plan to live up to his example too - and fear not head-chopping reactions while carrying forward my crusade of championing the Truth!
Labels: commemorative, Luminous pundit moi, YouTube
