Cartoon by Plose

Do we follow what we have been given?  Do we follow what we have divined?  Left?  Right?  Or straight?

Charles Addams, cartoonist

As I walked out this morning...

As I walked out from the farmhouse this morning, I beheld a strange sight.  It must have happened during the tsunami-type high-tide that we experienced last night.  The captain came up to me and asked the way to Table Bay.  I pointed.  I think he said his name was Jan van... Jan van... somebody.

The Absurdities of Language

English has many absurdities and oddities and statement of a surreal nature.  Here are a number from French and Afrikaans.


French
Ciel, mon mari!    Sky, my husband!  [Caught in the act.] 

Avoir le geuele de bois   to have a wooden face.  [to suffer a hangover] 

Marcher a cote de ses pompes.  To walk next to your shoes.  [to be out of it] 

Afrikaans
Die koeel is deur die kerk.  The bullet is through the church.  [The decision has been made] 

Jy sal lag aan die anderkant van jou gesig.  You will laugh on the other side of your face.  [You will regret it.]  

'n Feit soos 'n koei.  A fact like a cow.  [Something very obvious]  

For Real

John Groth cartoon

I have always had a particular admiration for the cartoonist - one who can create a world in a few lines, what a South African artist has called the highest poetry, and then, to add a line or two that perfects it.  More than this, I admire a person who can take a dark subject and see the funny side without scoffing at anyone's pain... In the New Yorker magazine, during World War Two, there were cartoonists who did that so effectively.  John Groth is one of them.

Extraordinary Tales

Jorge Luis Borges (1899-1987), Argentinian Nobel laureate, and Adolfo Bioy Casares (1914-1999) took great delight in making a collection of writings gathered from a bewildering variety of sources, called Extraordinary Tales (1967).  Here we see that dark sepia mystery again - the strange thoughts, feelings and encounters that humans hide in their ribs, writings that stick in the memory, imponderables.  

EUGENICS
A lady of quality fell so deliriously in love with a certain Mr Dodd, a Puritan preacher, that she begged her husband to allow her to use the marital bed for purposes of procreating an angel or a saint;  but, permission having been granted, the birth was normal.
                                  -  Drummond, Ben Ionsiana (c. 1618) 

NOSCE TE IPSUM
The Mahdi and his hordes were laying siege to Khartum, defended by General Gordon.  A few of the enemy passed through the lines and entered the city.  Gordon received them one by one and indicated a mirror where they might see themselves.  He thought it was only right that a man should know his own face before he died.
                                  -  Fergus Nicholson, Antologia de espejos

THE DREAM OF CHUANG TZU
Chuang Tzu dreamt he was a butterfly and, when he awoke, did not know if he was a man who had dreamt he was a butterfly or a butterfly who was dreaming he was a man.
                        -  From Chuang Tzu (1889), by Herbert Allen Giles

                                      

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Comrade no more

BEIJING:  China's bus drivers and ticket sellers have been urged to leave communism behind, with a new training manual instructing them to call travellers "sir" or "madam" instead of "comrade", state media reported yesterday.

    Older Beijingers, a few of whom still wear "Mao suits" that were once a virtual uniform for China's hundreds of millions of citizens, will be exempt from the new ruling.

    "Old comrade" is listed as the final possible choice of address for elderly travellers, but it comes after "elder master" and "elder sir".

    A newly released manual for Beijing bus staff suggests forms of address ranging from "student" to the plain "passenger" for younger travellers, for whom comrade has a different gloss, as a slang term for gay.  -  Reuters. 

    Can we hear George Orwell, author of "Animal Farm", saying from his cloud, I told you so?

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Cape Times 1/6/2010

L I F F

This book is an experience in the Absurd.

And an extract...

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See above

Airy Travel

This afternoon I called Air XYZ, a well known leading airline.  I didn't have much time and was hoping for quick service.  After I had dialed the number, I was relieved to hear the following ...

          In our past-paced world, we know that time does count.  Choosing Air XYZ 
          not only gives you more frequent schedules worldwide,  and a better connection
          to Europe and beyond.   We also give you a global network that is unsurpassed.
          Your call is important to us.  Please continue to hold...

           Then she said it again -

            In our fast-paced world, we know that time does count.  Choosing Air XYX... 

            She said this 42 times in a row.  In the background there is a kind of chanting pop    
             music.  Leading up to the 42nd time, the whole thing begins to feel like a shamanistic
             chant, except that her voice is so business-like.  Clear.  Articulate.  

             In our fast-paced world...  time... 

             I wonder again, with Ian Lee, whether words mean anything or whether they don't 
             mean anything today.   At times I feel I am clambering about in the syllable 
             structures of her words, inside them, through the vowels, over the consonants.

             In our fast-paced...
       
              Maybe the experience, in an obverse way, was teaching me to reject being seduced
              by The Next Thing and to Move into The Moment and Stay There... 

               In... 

              I'll call them again at a different time, but - just maybe - they've been infiltrated by         
              Zen practitioners who teach people by hypnotic mantras to resist The Next Thing. 


Will
22 October 2012
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Transition in South Africa

                                  

  We are not going soft on the ANC.  In fact, the ball is on the other foot.  -  National Party Director of Information Mr Con Botha, Weekly Mail, July 21 1989.

Security

In the town of Fish Hoek, on the Coast of False Bay, Western Cape, the local police station can have peace of mind:  they are protected by the security service Chubb.  It must be nice to know.

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Image by Will

Madness, like a 'bus

From a Zimbabwean newspaper: While transporting mental patients from Harare to Bulawayo , the 'bus driver stopped at a roadside shebeen (beerhall) for a few beers. When he got back to his vehicle, he found it empty, with the 20 patients nowhere to be seen. Realizing the trouble he was in if the truth were uncovered, he halted his bus at the next bus stop and offered lifts to those in the queue. 

Letting 20 people board, he then shut the doors and drove straight to the Bulawayo mental hospital, where he hastily handed over his 'charges', warning the nurses that they were particularly excitable. Staff removed the furious passengers; it was three days later that suspicions were roused by the consistency of stories from the 20. As for the real patients: nothing more has been heard of them and they have apparently blended comfortably back into Zimbabwean society...

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Joenative.com

Top of Form

Bottom of Form

Jailhouse Rock: musings

I wonder how many people, smitten in the blast of Elvis's vein-splitting rock, actually experienced the lyric as a ballad.  It seems that most receive the song as an "unspeakable mix", as one commentator put it  -  we need words to this music, but we only hear them in fragments and we really don't care, not in that white-hot intensity.

The lyric has a setting, characters and a punch-line  - it's intriguing, funny and absurd.  Its irony comes from the Blues tradition and the song is largely in the 12-bar form.

That a warder, who is usually a control freak, should throw a wild party in a prison cell block, is unlikely.  The gallery of characters is rich -  Spider Murphy, Little Joe, the drummer boy from Illinois, Number Forty-Seven, Number Three, Shifty Henry, Bugsy and the hip warder himself who cajoles the sad sack into grabbing a wooden chair if he can't find a dancing partner.  

The ultimate absurdity  -  rock music like this has a greater freedom, Bugsy seems to imply, than making a prison break!  

The song, perhaps more from its elemental force than the crafting of the lyric, embodies one of rock's greatest concerns, what one writer called "keeping a free head".  

Jailhouse Rock

                                                                       Elvis in 1957

The warden threw a party in the county jail. 
The prison band was there and they began to wail. 
The band was jumpin and the joint began to swing.  
You should've heard those knocked out jailbirds sing.  
Lets rock, everybody, lets rock. 
Everybody in the whole cell block  
Was dancin to the jailhouse rock. 

Spider Murphy played the tenor saxophone,  
Little Joe was blowin on the slide trombone. 
The drummer boy from Illinois went crash, boom, bang,  
The whole rhythm section was the purple gang.  
Lets rock, everybody, lets rock.  Everybody in the whole cell block  
Was dancin to the jailhouse rock. [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/e/elvis+presley/jailhouse+rock_20048652.html ]
Number forty-seven said to number three:  
You're the cutest jailbird I ever did see. 
I sure would be delighted with your company, 
Come on and do the jailhouse rock with me. 
Lets rock, everybody, lets rock.  
Everybody in the whole cell block  
Was dancin to the jailhouse rock. 

The sad sack was a sittin on a block of stone 
Way over in the corner weepin all alone.  
The warden said, hey, buddy, don't you be no square. 
If you can't find a partner use a wooden chair. 
Lets rock, everybody, lets rock.  
Everybody in the whole cell block  
Was dancin to the jailhouse rock. 

Shifty Henry said to Bugs, for heavens sake,  
No ones lookin, now's our chance to make a break.  
Bugsy turned to shifty and he said, nix nix,  
I wanna stick around a while and get my kicks.  
Lets rock, everybody, lets rock.  
Everybody in the whole cell block  
Was dancin to the jailhouse rock.


Sources
Songwriters: LEIBER, JERRY / STOLLER, MIKE

(Words & music by Jerry Leiber - Mike Stoller) 

Image:  en.Wikipedia.org

Two drawings by Steinberg

                                          The journey between two points

                                              Certainty



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Saul Steinberg, The Labyrinth, 1973 

The Theory of Relativity

                                   Which means PUSH 

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Image by will 

Meet thy tobacconist

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Chinese cigarette box 

Weakness

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Ian Lee: The Third Word War. Thames and Hudson. 1973.

The sex mirror

I can't imagine why the English call condoms french letters, while the French call condoms capote anglais... Who do we see when we look into the mirror? 

Sauce

Anonymous

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