breakfast euphemisms

Will Smith vs Hitler vs The Jewish People

December 26, 2007 3

in rant, theory @ 8:03 pm

The Jewish Defence League has come out against actor Will Smith for saying “”Even Hitler didn’t wake up going, ‘Let me do the most evil thing I can do today,’ ” Mr. Smith said. “I think he woke up in the morning and using a twisted, backwards logic, he set out to do what he thought was ‘good.’” After which, The JDL condemned the remarks as “ignorant, detestable and offensive” and urged theatres to pull Mr. Smith’s new movie, I Am Legend. The article cited above says that “he was quoted in the Scottish newspaper the Daily Record as opining that the Nazi dictator wasn’t all bad” which is entirely untrue. The subjectivity of the statement and the subjectivity of historical knowledge of the Holocaust prevents such a statement.

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Photo Shoot: Natasha

December 6, 2007 0

in photography, other people @ 9:29 pm

Natasha

Had a photo shoot with Tash on monday for the first time. It turned out really well. I’m hoping to do an exhibition sometime in 2008 so I’m a bit wary of what I put online. at this stage, I might even put some online and then remove them if I decide to exhibit.

anyway, here are a few. Click to see their flickr pages.

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The day before death

November 23, 2007 1

in poetry, writing @ 9:00 am

An old crow on the orchards
out the back beaknibbles,
scratching the wrinkled skin of
bark for luscious fruit,
a day’s worth of life wrapped in juice
and pulp, rolled with a stem
and hung.

A snap and the shot is done,
exposed and left, composed.

The backdrop of a black photo album
with too many creases, fingerprints
and an artist who will be gone
by the time we seep into nostalgia.

You and I in our long backed,
bone bending leather chairs
(with holes and moth mansions)
smiling like we used to.

In the evenings we try to match
the squeaking of our rocking
to the click of nightfall poetry
whispering off cliffs and pantry shelves.

Our fingers, together, form a leathered
flesh chessboard, your hands painted
from waving at the morning sun coming,
and my own, white from hiding
until I was dry and hanging.

We should take a picture
in this evening light
but it is much too dark
and mourning is not too far.

of centaurs

November 21, 2007 0

in poetry, writing @ 3:50 pm

a work in progress

“heard of centaurs?” he says,
stirring a pot of coffee in a cup,
overflowing onto bone china and sipped.

“half man, half horse,
trotting on two legs.”

and with that brief explanation
he begins to divulge the very
essence of a non-political
conspiracy theory, that man is
like this mutant in hind.

but where the beast was cleft in twain
and human joined to equine,
man was borne to man,
but not to man the same.

“You see,” he says with a grin
“I have the legs of Freud
which is why, rather than walk, I lie;
astute, sweaty and coy.”

the entire sexual prowess of a man in his mid fifties
summed up by Austrian geneology
and a rusty upper lip
“you see, it’s not just a horse thing
to go around wearing someone else’s head”

he eyes the stuffed noggin of a moose above the counter
contemplating just how many stitches it would take
before he too (by two) could be transformed
into one who is worthy of mounting

honours is over (haiku structure without peace and tranquility)

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in university, honours @ 3:46 pm

my thesis went in
this morning - very happy
and relieved I’m done.

dive bombing suicide pigeons

September 16, 2007 0

in personal @ 10:31 am

out riding the scooter today five pigeons bombed to the right to avoid my metal hemisphere head
four escaped, the fifth plumb cruised flippantly smack bang straight into my shoulder, knocking me into a swerve

i now fear birds and dive bombers alike.

Over the Hill

August 5, 2007 3

in rant @ 11:15 am

We all know the nursery rhyme, five little ducks. A song so old that the original author is now unknown and the tune dubbed “traditional” or something equally nondescript. To refresh your memory, the song begins:

“Five little ducks went out one day,
over the hill and far away.”

It is from this simple song that we have garnered the phrase “over the hill”. To discuss the impact of these three little words, we should look first to their literal meanings. To go over the hill means to ascend or move higher to the peak of a mount, and then to descend on the other side. At this point, another song comes to mind, the Scottish tale of Bonnie “Loch Lomond” which proclaims:

“Ye’ll take the high road
and I’ll take the low road,
and I’ll get to Scotland before ye”

From the correlation of these two phrases it is obvious to see that there is a direct relationship. To go “over the hill” is to go to Scotland, a nation in northwest Europe.

Now I can hear you laughing, “Sam, that’s ridiculous.” but bear with me. Let’s use another song to cross-reference.

“O danny boy,
the pipes, the pipes are calling,
from glen to glen and
down the mountain side

Not only another reference to the hill, but also to the age old national instrument of Scotland, the bagpipes.

the fact that this song is Irish is of NO importance, so shut up…leprechaun

Now that we have established the action ‘to go over the hill’ as being inextricably linked to the Scottish lands, we must return to the original nursery rhyme to see further what this tourist destination (and mecca of bagpipian* endeavours) does hold for us, the weary traveller.

The lines of the nursery rhyme are such:
Five little ducks went out one day,
over the hill and far away,
Mother Duck said ‘quack quack quack quack’
but only four little ducks came back.”

So, for our context, assuming that we are the ducks, that mother duck is the mother land of Australia and “quack quack quack quack” is our heroic Aussie Rock warcry, “I come from the land down under.” Reworded, the nursery rhyme is now:
“Five little mates went out one day,
Over to Scotland, far away,
John Howard said, “Do you speaka my language?”
and only five little mates came back.”

Ok so perhaps the meter isn’t exactly correct, but really, a country which uses the word ‘girt’ in its national anthem can’t really be complaining over lexicographical slips.

There is only one solution to what this nursery rhyme must be getting at. Scotland is a fierce, and bagpipe armed country, hellbent on destroying australia with horrendous music, constricting kilts and haggis. Don’t believe me? Some of us are already wearing kilts, and have you heard your local year 7 concert band?

There is no contest. Forget Iraq, forget Iran, forget Al Qaeda, forget the Sydney opera house being blown to smithereens because here in 2007, there’s a new target.

The question is, will you fight or will you wait, like sitting ducks, for the attack?

*ok i admit, not a real word - but it should be.

ode to clack,clack,clack (with video!)

June 26, 2007 0

in vlog, poetry, theory, honours, writing @ 4:08 pm

I desire/need a typewriter for many reasons.

Watch the video explanation by clicking here

If you have one you want to sell me (for under $30) please e-mail me: sam AT samuelwebster PERIOD com

otherwise, it is to ebay I will go.

More details and explanations to come soon.

Video Log #1

June 20, 2007 0

in youtube, vlog, other people, writing @ 8:54 pm

First time with a video log.
Another one coming soon about some projects i’ve been working on.

DIY Publishing

June 13, 2007 3

in poetry, personal, writing @ 2:15 pm

Just thought i’d share an idea with you.

a few years back I freaked out that maybe all my poetry (in .doc files all over this laptop, the last laptop, and my desktop computer) might be wiped and I would have none of my work. You just can’t trust digital files. That said, my house could burn down and paper wouldn’t hold up too well either, but one is definitely more likely than the other.

So at the time, cafepress.com just started printing books. These days, there is lulu.com as well. Both work well. So i created a pdf file with all of my poetry up until then (2005) and made a book, paid for it myself, and had it delivered. Now i have a paperback hard copy of every poem i wrote over those years. Very cool. Additionally, you get to see how your work would be set out in print, which is a very useful exercise.

Anyway, I decided again this year that I should re-archive stuff and today cafepress delivered (after only a week and a half - not bad for international orders) the book. The design is minimalist on purpose. It has a picture of me so in 25 years I can remember what i looked like when i made this specific book.

Archives.may07
(click the image for the larger version)

very very pleased. I definitely recommend this as a form of backing up and archiving your work.

Tip:
Set the selling price to something ridiculous like $500, because you don’t want passersby on cafepress picking up your complete works, before you’ve had a chance to publish them the first time. cafepress will automatically deduct the mark-up because they give you your own products at cost price. But it will prevent other people from buying them.
Don’t leave a poem or a story out because it’s half finished. This is not for the publisher to see. And that half a sentence might come in handy somewhere.

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