Near the end of his novel, Poor Things, from which Bella Caledonia takes its name, Alasdair Gray contrasts John Maclean with the communist left in a fictitious letter to Hugh MacDiarmid:
“I cannot like the orthodox communists. They have one simple answer to every question and believe (like the fascists) that they can forcibly simplify what they do not understand. In any discussion with one I feel I am facing a bad school teacher who wants to shut me up. McLean is a good school teacher.” Gray then relates a fictitious speech, supposedly made at John Maclean’s graveside, where “Bella” orates: “John was not a Zapata, galloping on horseback over the corn-fields. He was of the peasantry who fed Zapata. He was not a Lenin, working to move his office into the Kremlin. He was of the Kronstadt sailors whose mutiny gave Lenin the chance. John was not the sort who lead revolutions. He was the sort who make them.”
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"Teach them to think. Work against the government." – Wittgenstein.
Arthur Machen wrote:He dived deeper and deeper into his books; he had taken all obsolescence to be his province; in his disgust at the stupid usual questions, "Will it pay?" "What good is it?" and so forth, he would only read what was uncouth and useless.
Arthur Machen wrote:Throwing back his unhappy memory, he recalled all the contempt and scorn he had suffered; as a boy he had heard the masters murmuring their disdain of him and of his desire to learn other than ordinary school work. As a young man he had suffered the insolence of these wretched people about him; their cackling laughter at his poverty jarred and grated in his ears; he saw the acrid grin of some miserable idiot woman, some creature beneath the swine in intelligence and manners, merciless, as he went by with his eyes on the dust, in his ragged clothes. He and his father seemed to pass down an avenue of jeers and contempt, and contempt from such animals as these! This putrid filth, molded into human shape, made only to fawn on the rich and beslaver them, thinking no foulness too foul if it were done in honor of those in power and authority; and no refined cruelty of contempt too cruel if it were contempt of the poor and humble and oppressed; it was to this obscene and ghastly throng that he was something to be pointed at. And these men and women spoke of sacred things, and knelt before the awful altar of God, before the altar of tremendous fire, surrounded as they professed by Angels and Archangels and all the Company of Heaven; and in their very church they had one aisle for the rich and another for the poor. And the species was not peculiar to Caermaen; the rich business men in London and the successful brother author were probably amusing themselves at the expense of the poor struggling creature they had injured and wounded; just as the "healthy" boy had burst into a great laugh when the miserable sick cat cried out in bitter agony, and trailed its limbs slowly, as it crept away to die. Lucian looked into his own life and his own will; he saw that in spite of his follies, and his want of success, he had not been consciously malignant, he had never deliberately aided in oppression, or looked on it with enjoyment and approval, and he felt that when he lay dead beneath the earth, eaten by swarming worms, he would be in a purer company than now, when he lived amongst human creatures. And he was to call this loathsome beast, all sting and filth, brother! "I had rather call the devils my brothers," he said in his heart, "I would fare better in hell." Blood was in his eyes, and as he looked up the sky seemed of blood, and the earth burned with fire.
Daniel 8:23 And in the latter time of their kingdom, when the transgressors are come to the full, a king of fierce countenance , and understanding dark sentences, shall stand up.
But take heart, because I have overcome the world.” John 16:33
So teuer ist das alles geworden... Ich war auch beim Hautarzt... Wird nicht eklig, keine Angst, war nur wegen Leberflecken. Und beim Hautarzt muss man auch Eintritt bezahlen, das kostet auch 10 Euro. Aber, aber die Überlänge ist schon im Preis inbegriffen...also...äh 2 Stunden im Wartezimmer...völlig umsonst... Also, also ich hin und will Eintritt bezahlen, er sagt: "Ne, brauchst du nicht"......Ja, zahlt die Kasse nicht, musst du alles selber bezahlen, hähä, witzig jaa.... Und dann habe ich halt alles bezahlt und dann hat er gesagt: "Ok, drei Stück müssen wir rausschneiden" und ich: "Ja, was soll der Geiz, schneid doch vier raus"... Er dann so: "Ja, aber jetzt musst du Praxisgebühr bezahlen" Und des war Ende des Quartals, Anfang des nächsten Quartals durfte ich dann zum Fäden ziehen kommen und dann musste ich für die Fortsetzung nochmal 10 Euro Eintritt bezahlen und dann waren wir bei 55 Euro, sag nix, 110 Mark. Da habe ich auch gedacht, boahh ist das teuer! Ich dachte, hoffentlich hat sich das auch gelohnt! Und dann ist mir klar geworden, dass ich mir damit quasi selbst Krebs gewünscht hab....und das war der Moment, in dem ich mich entschlossen hab, mein Lied über die SPD zu schreiben.
Es gibt da so nen Spruch, von den alten Kommunisten mit dem die 1918, ihre falschen Freunde dissten. Natürlich ham wa heute ne andere politische Lage, und trotzdem passt der Spruch, irgendwie in unsere Tage.
Wer hat uns verraten? Sozialdemokraten! Wer hat uns verraten, wer hat uns verkauft? Wer hat uns verraten? Sozialdemokraten! Die haben uns verraten! Und die haben uns auch verkauft!
Ich glaube, ich mache ein Lied daraus, mit nem Arbeiterkinderchor, die singen den Refrain dann ihren arbeitslosen Eltern vor. Es singen schon die Angestellten, die Studenten und die Bauern, bald singens sogar die, die noch um Ludwig Erhardt trauern. Wer hat uns verraten? Sozialdemokraten! ("Das ist der Arbeiterkinderchor") Wer hat uns verraten? Wer hat uns verkauft? Wer hat uns verraten? Sozialdemokraten! Die haben uns verraten und die haben uns auch verkauft!
Karl Liebknecht hatte diesen Spruch auf seinem Schreibtisch stehen und der hängt als Poster heut' bei Oskar Lafontaine. Und auch in Schleswig Holstein, versteht man noch gut den Sinn, dort flüsterts Heide Simones beim Tango vor sich hin.
Wer hat mich verraten? Sozialdemokraten! Wer hat mich verraten? Wer hat mich verkauft? Wer hat mich verraten? Sozialdemokraten! ("Das ist jetzt Heide Simones und der Arbeiterkinderchor") Wer hat uns verraten? Weer haat uuns veerkaaauuuft?
Dann baute Schröder Schiffbruch und die Ratten, die flohen sofort, doch sie kamen wieder zurück und brachten die schwarze Pest an Bord. ("Ja, des ist so ne Strophe, die kommt regional ganz unterschiedlich an")
So wird mein Chor immer größer und wie auf der Titanic bleibt die Band an Deck und es dauert auch nicht mehr lang, dann singt bei uns sogar Kurt Beck.
Wer, wer, wer, wer, wer hat uns verraten? Ah das war'n doch, sag mal war'n das nicht die Sozialdemokraten! So sang Kurnaz in Guantánamo und manch Bombenopfer im Kosovo, das war'n die Sozialdemokraten, die haben und verraten!
Der Sozialstaat und der Sozialismus, die sind beide tot. Übrig sind nur hohle Phrasen und literweise Rot! Und wer steht an ihren Gräbern und hält lächelnd noch die Spaten? Ah sag nix, lass mich raten! Ah Sozialdemokraten! Und das ganze schöne Geld, wer hat's an die Reichen verbraten? Das war'n doch, sag mal war'n das nicht die Sozialdemokraten?! Und meine ganzen persönlichen Daten, wer die an's BKA verraten? Und wer hat keinen einzigen fähigen Kanzlerkandidaten?
Wer hat uns verraten? Wer hat so viel Geld? Wer, wer ,wer ,wer ,wer hat uns verraten? Wer hat uns verraten? Wer hat so viel Geld? Wer hat so viel PinkePinke, wer hat das bestellt? Wer, wer ,wer ,wer, wer hat uns verraten? Für Jobcenter, für Bürokraten, wer hat uns verraten? Für Statistiken, für Wachstumsraten, wer hat uns verraten? An die Weltbank und die Illuminaten, wer hat uns verkauft?
"Teach them to think. Work against the government." – Wittgenstein.
Lierre Kieth wrote:People sometimes say that we will know feminism has done its job when half the CEOs are women. That's not feminism; to quote Catharine MacKinnon, it's liberalism applied to women. Feminism will have won not when a few women get an equal piece of the oppression pie, served up in our sisters' sweat, but when all dominating hierarchies - including economic ones - are dismantled.
Good advice, however, comes from—of all places—multiply rehabbed actor and pornography aficionado Charlie Sheen, a former boyfriend of Kelly Preston. (Also, an aspiring poet. “Luckily most of it was written on smack, or it would all be religious fluffy stuff.”) For, when asked about reported attempts by Scientologists to recruit him for their cause, Sheen—who would surely have fully appreciated the hot pants and halter tops of Hubbard’s blossoming “messengers”—is said to have replied:
“I have no involvement in that form of silliness.”
If I knew all mysteries and all knowledge, and have not charity, I am nothing. St. Paul I hang onto my prejudices, they are the testicles of my mind. Eric Hoffer
"Recognizing yourself in others (as similar manifestations of the will to live) -the source of justice and love- eventually leads to giving up the will to live; all these manifestations are in such degrees of pain that when you identify with them all, you lose the will to live - the same way someone who has bought all tickets in a lottery will necessarily lose a lot. Saying 'yes' to life presupposes a self-awareness limited to a separate individual, betting on a happy fate in life's sweepstakes." - Schopenhauer, 'Bejahung und Verneinung des Willens', Parerga und Paralipomena II ( i translated it myself, sry)
"Humans are so full of suffering that, if it didn't contradict christianity, i'd dare say: if demons exist, they are being punished for their crimes cast into human bodies." - Lucilio Vanini, De Admirandis Naturae Reginae Deaeque Mortalium Arcanis
If fighting for the honour of God is crazy, if loving God is crazy, if not caring what the career or reputation costs are of standing for spirit in a spiritless arena is crazy.. then I'm proud as fuck to be the craziest bitch that ever lived.
Sinead O'Connor, today, responding to the Irish press commenting on her "bizarre" attire at a Curtis Mayfield tribute concert in NYC days before.
