"Those who crusade, not for God in themselves, but against
the devil in others, never succeed in making the world better,
but leave it either as it was, or sometimes perceptibly worse
than what it was, before the crusade began. By thinking
primarily of evil we tend, however excellent our intentions,
to create occasions for evil to manifest itself."
-- Aldous Huxley
"The only war that matters is the war against the imagination.
All others are subsumed by it."
-- Diane DiPrima, "Rant", from Pieces of a Song.
"It is difficult
to get the news from poems
yet men die miserably every day
for lack
of what is found there"
-- William Carlos Williams, "Asphodel, That Greeny Flower"
“Just as none of us is outside or beyond geography, none of us is completely free from the struggle over geography. That struggle is complex and interesting because it is not only about soldiers and cannons but also about ideas, about forms, about images and imaginings.”
Edward Said (1994)


24 February, 2008 at 9:00 am
Everyman, the blogger.
24 February, 2008 at 9:01 pm
Incidentally also fits in nicely with the phrase, Everyman and his blog, gender specificity notwithstanding :)
25 February, 2008 at 3:16 am
Holy Jeebus. Monte’s a sexist? Never occurred to me.
Is there any sanctuary from politically correct language remodelling?
If we spent half as much time on that vision thing as we do on crafting identity-based sensitivities in the language, which we all inherited through no fault of our own, what kind of world could we build?
There’s no one here but us, using tools we have around the house – clanky old language gotcha’s notwithstanding. Maybe when we start using Trek star dates as a civilization we’ll have worked out that it’s alright to respond smartly “Yes, Sir” to the female captain.
25 February, 2008 at 3:21 am
:P
25 February, 2008 at 3:24 am
Hey hey hey, starcrew Monte hasn’t been accused of sexism, it was just a side note about semantic exclusion.
Crafting identity-based sensitivities? This craftsperson doesn’t know what you could mean!
I’ll duel you in the Holodeck, Officer.
:P
25 February, 2008 at 3:41 am
I’ll meet you on Risa for Batleths at the beach :P
______________
Deal! :)
25 February, 2008 at 12:14 pm
i linked this nice post in something called oknews in Italy…
goooodnight Ann.
http://oknotizie.alice.it/go.php?us=19901ab9af42f6f2
25 February, 2008 at 1:02 pm
Wrong ideas must be debated all the way to hell.
The bed and its occupants can wait. :P
25 February, 2008 at 3:14 pm
And I thought revolutionaries were supposed to be romantic
(sigh)
… :)
25 February, 2008 at 4:57 pm
Grazie Vittorio, e una buona notte a voi
Benvenuti nel meraviglioso Italiani ;)
(Che hanno anche un grande senso di umorismo)
Io sono un grande fan, per esempio, di Bruno Bozzetto!
Amore e solidarietà
27 February, 2008 at 2:36 pm
Bah, they don’t have time for decadent tomfoolery like “romance”, Ann. :P
They have far better things to do with their time.
In fact, I think I can write a poem about it straight away. I know people are going to hate me for this, but here we go…
Revolutionaries…
They don’t get paid,
They don’t get laid.
(The latter being a natural consequence of the former)
They drink a Molotov cocktail
Lest their courage fail…
While they sit in jail,
Without bail.
They live on the barricade, yo!
They die on the barricade, ho!
27 February, 2008 at 7:52 pm
:D Thanks for the great chuckle, Ziyad, especially since the supreme and delicious irony is that you disagreed with the proposition that revolutionaries can be romantic through poetry: the quintessential romantic medium.
Just marvelous. This is worthy of Subcomandante Marcos, who happens to be my very favourite contemporary poetic anti-revolutionary revolutionary. ;)
1 March, 2008 at 7:00 am
Well Ann, I can use your own reasoning to prove you wrong.
As you say, poetry = romance.
And as we know, my poetry = crap,
Therefore my romance is also crappy,
Therefore I am a bad romantic,
And a bad romantic is not a romantic,
Therefore I am not a romantic.
Therefore, someone is wrong on the internet again, and its not me. :P
But I can take my time, because the only thing that awaits me in bed is a mass of scattered notes and assignments. :(