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  • zedvictor4
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    Explain.

    I don't understand American speak.

    I was just pointing out that Simon Peter is an anglicised corruption of a Semitic myth, as is the English version of the Christian bible.

    As was the cockerel.

    Cock-a-doodle-doo.
  • oromagi
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    --> @zedvictor4

    I was just pointing out that Simon Peter is an anglicised corruption of a Semitic myth, as is the English version of the Christian bible.  As was the cockerel.
    You were just calling Westerners anti-Semitic.

    I don't understand American speak.
    That's bad form in any language.

    Explain
    What am I explaining?  You are the one with the mysterious claims.  Whether the Bible is truth or myth has no impact on its value as a subject for poets.


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    amen
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  • oromagi
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    St. Peter And The Angel

    Delivered out of raw continual pain,
    smell of darkness, groans of those others
    to whom he was chained--

    unchained, and led
    past the sleepers,
    door after door silently opening--
    out!
         And along a long street's
    majestic emptiness under the moon:

    one hand on the angel's shoulder, one
    feeling the air before him,
    eyes open but fixed...

    And not till he saw the angel had left him,
    alone and free to resume
    the ecstatic, dangerous, wearisome roads of
    what he had still to do,
    not till then did he recognize
    this was no dream. More frightening
    than arrest, than being chained to his warders:
    he could hear his own footsteps suddenly.
    Had the angel's feet
    made any sound? He could not recall.
    No one had missed him, no one was in pursuit.
    He himself must be
    the key, now, to the next door,
    the next terrors of freedom and joy.

    --Denise Levertov


  • oromagi
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    FROM The WASTELAND PART VWHAT the THUNDER SAID

    "In this decayed hole among the mountains
    In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing
    Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel
    There is the empty chapel, only the wind’s home.
    It has no windows, and the door swings,
    Dry bones can harm no one.
    Only a cock stood on the rooftree
    Co co rico co co rico
    In a flash of lightning. Then a damp gust
    Bringing rain"

    .............................

    Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves
    Waited for rain, while the black clouds
    Gathered far distant, over Himavant.
    The jungle crouched, humped in silence.
    Then spoke the thunder
    DA
    Datta: what have we given?
    My friend, blood shaking my heart
    The awful daring of a moment’s surrender
    Which an age of prudence can never retract
    By this, and this only, we have existed
    Which is not to be found in our obituaries
    Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider
    Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor
    In our empty rooms
    DA
    Dayadhvam: I have heard the key
    Turn in the door once and turn once only
    We think of the key, each in his prison
    Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison
    Only at nightfall, aethereal rumours
    Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus

  • oromagi
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    1,000th post in ARTISTIC EXPRESSIONS.  I wonder what percent of those are mine.
  • zedvictor4
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    Ebuc speak....Are you one and the same....Ergo Ego.

    Semitic is a word that describes a regional culture and it's associated people.

    Anti-semitism is something of a popular myth.  And simple refers to a specific intolerance....Humans are good at intolerance.

    The westernised bible is a corruption of a Semitic myth/culture as is the name Simon Peter....Just pointing out this simple fact in response to your simple proposition.

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    When I first saw this thread I thought of Peter Griffin. Now I'm thinking of Peter Griffin being crucified upside down. Help me.
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    You do need help.
  • oromagi
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    I remember when rock was young
    Me and Susie had so much fun
    Holding hands and skimming stones
    Had an old gold Chevy and a place of my own
    But the biggest kick I ever got
    Was doing a thing called the Crocodile Rock
    While the other kids were rocking 'round the clock
    We were hopping and bopping to the Crocodile Rock

    [Chorus]
    Well, Crocodile Rocking is something shocking
    When your feet just can't keep still
    I never knew me a better time, and I guess I never will
    Oh, lawdy mama, those Friday nights
    When Susie wore her dresses tight
    And the Crocodile Rocking was out of sight

    [Post-Chorus]
    Laa, la-la-la-la-laa
    La-la-la-la-laa
    La-la-la-la-laa

    [Verse 2]
    But the years went by and the rock just died
    Susie went and left us for some foreign guy
    Long nights crying by the record machine
    Dreaming of my Chevy and my old blue jeans
    But they'll never kill the thrills we've got
    Burning up to the Crocodile Rock
    Learning fast as the weeks went past
    We really thought the Crocodile Rock would last

    [Chorus]
    Well, Crocodile Rocking is something shocking
    When your feet just can't keep still
    I never knew me a better time, and I guess I never will
    Oh, lawdy mama, those Friday nights
    When Susie wore her dresses tight
    And the Crocodile Rocking was out of sight

    [Post-Chorus]
    Laa, la-la-la-la-laa
    La-la-la-la-laa
    La-la-la-la-laa

    [Verse 1]
    I remember when rock was young
    Me and Susie had so much fun
    Holding hands and skimming stones
    Had an old gold Chevy and a place of my own
    But the biggest kick I ever got
    Was doing a thing called the Crocodile Rock
    While the other kids were rocking 'round the clock
    We were hopping and bopping to the Crocodile Rock

    [Chorus]
    Well, Crocodile Rocking is something shocking
    When your feet just can't keep still
    I never knew me a better time, and I guess I never will
    Oh, lawdy mama, those Friday nights
    When Susie wore her dresses tight
    And the Crocodile Rocking was out of sight


    [Post-Chorus]
    Laa, la-la-la-la-laa
    La-la-la-la-laa
    La-la-la-la-laa