Saturday, March 18, 2006


As Jackie-O liked my last offering and Blogspot has heretofore resisted my attempts to post I offer another of my poems...

I chanced to hear a piping,
Beyond the fascist redoubt I was sniping,
Some Fascist lackey brute,
Most proficient on his flute.
I slung my rifle and waxed calm,
He played a bit of fluff from Brahms,
Brahms being alien to war,
I wished to hear some more.
The tree I crouched in clinging,
The night stars so clear and singing,
So real just a moment before,
Lost all substance as he finished the score.
The shot that got me hot and glancing,
The putrid infection the doctors are lancing,
Testify the power of his flute,
Which made this soldier moot.
If you chance to hear a piping,
Beyond the fascist redoubt you are sniping,
My suggestion? Plug up you ear,
Pour lead through the music you hear.


Anonymous Bakelite Lung said...

Hey Durrati, is it true that this blog isn't available in Sector R?

3:28 PM  
Blogger durrati said...


I have no idea, I am an idiot in these things...

3:54 PM  
Anonymous Jackie_O said...

Well done. They are both good. I can't say which I like better.
What do you mean by the blogspot remark? I haven't a clue about the different blogger webpages.
The PJ media all look alike, but blogspot don't. I'll shut up. I'm going to apply the Abe Lincoln rule,
"Better to remain silent and be thought a fool, than to speak and remove all doubt."

8:07 PM  
Blogger durrati said...

If you refer to the answer to Bakelight,
it refers to the General's complaint that he can't access me fron his mobile device and I am clueless as to how to remedy it.
If you refer to the e-mail; I was complaining about the erractic ability to post tonite, which of course is not his fault.Thank you for reading me...

9:10 PM  
Anonymous Jackie_O said...

Now I feel like a butinsky. That's a highly technical term for one who asks too many questions.
Seriously, I hope you get things fixed. Thanks again for the compliment regarding the poem. It was really nice of you. I guess I'm sort of aloof without meaning to be. I blame my family, the snobs, so this really surprised me. They aren't really snobs. They're snob wannabees. Snobettes?

1:56 PM  
Blogger durrati said...


As I said before your 2 cents is always welcomed...

2:25 PM  
Anonymous Bakelite Lung said...

The "not available in Sector R" was another Firesign reference. Sheesh, I thought you people were FLUENT in Firesign! I was simply shocked when John West said "Shoes for the Deaf."

Shocked, I tell you!

Do I have to stop right now and teach you people three words in Turkish?

4:23 PM  
Blogger durrati said...


I must admit that the bulk of my Firesign knowledge comes from "Pliers" and "Marx and Lennon" gleaned during my tour of duty in Italy under the detrious influence of our oft packed hashpipe.

"If you lived here, you'd be home by now."

But J.C. did complain about not getting my blog on his Blackberry or whatever... any ideas as to why??

4:41 PM  
Anonymous WhattheH said...

Durrati, I like both poems. Tis difficult to choose which one is better, because they are on different planes. Well done. Keep it up.
BTW, you promised more Orwell. I'll keep you to that promise.
I'm not posting on a regular basis anymore, cause, like you, I finally got a job. It's keeping me hopping - all that larnin and after a year of doing nothing, tis rather tiring, but that too shall pass.
Keep up the good work, my friend.

6:37 PM  
Blogger durrati said...


More Orwell comin', when I get the time, Thanks for visitin'.

6:45 PM  
Anonymous Bakelite Lung said...

He can't get it on his Blackberry? Hmm. I don't know about that. I know nothing about Blackberries, but I'm rather fond of Mango.

7:45 PM  
Anonymous Jackie_O said...

I never claimed to be fluent, only to having memories of a man who I was enviously enamoured with for his ability for whistling his S'es. (sic)
Shoes for the dead. Is there a connection to "Flowers for the dead," that famous freak out line in "Street Car Named Desire?" I ask at the risk of appearing Firesign challenged, but having declared my ignorance, I'm prepared.
Best of luck on the new job.
This is shaping up to be really top drawer. You have a good friend in JC's blackberry. Don't let it down. I don't know anything about them, but I know I'd walk on water for JC.

8:00 PM  
Blogger durrati said...

Bakelite and Jacq,

We shall overcome...

8:58 PM  
Anonymous Bakelite Lung said...

When I was in college some 10,000 years ago, my friends and I spent many hours pondering the complex meanings within the Firesign Theater albums while under the influence of various medications. This was a noble and useful pasttime, far superior to those of today's college students who seem consumed by their computer games and these "internets." Feh.

But that isn't what I was going to talk about. What I wanted to say was that I've been trying and trying to find the quote from Ben Domenech where he says he did the nasty with Mumsy. Where oh where can it be?

7:48 AM  
Blogger durrati said...


The General is snarking.In an interview Big Ben said something about "not going halfway" with his mother as regaurds homeschooling. Sex was not conciously implied...

Firesign and Led Zep consumed a good chunk of my early twenties...

8:04 AM  
Anonymous Bakelite Lung said...

Rats. I wasted a lot of time looking for the naughty bits. It's a good job I have you to advise me or I would have spent WEEKS on the project.

11:59 AM  
Blogger durrati said...

He's still a MF tho...

12:09 PM  
Anonymous Bakelite Lung said...

Well, natch.

2:49 PM  
Anonymous Jackie_O said...

I just spent a whole lot of time looking for the "missing link" and I only had to come here. Christ.
At least I finally got the joke.
The only thing I posted today was a snark (I do a lot of that) directed (rightously so) at a complete ass who posts at DovBear (a Jewish site.)
Bakelite may remember this guy named Jack. Anyway, they come around blogwhoring for votes. That's fine. I vote. I leave a message at their site and make a typo, and the asswipe gets all uppity and rude with me. I usually let this stuff go, but I figure if you're gonna come begging for votes, you best tie up your attack dogs, or better yet, throw some meat in a busy street.
All right, I got that off my chest. Sorry guys for hogging space about nothing. I gotta rest the shoulder. Be back tommorrow.
Still not done with the Firesign theater chat. I have QUESTIONS. My brother and his nerdly friends were aficionados (I'm calling him tonight) of FS and I was the younger sister, 15 or so, and a very, shall we say, "this is your sister?" 15, so I was allowed into the inner sanctum of my brother's room, where I was mostly stared at, but I remember laughing my ass off at those record albums they played. We all became great friends and one of the group ended up going to the same prep school as John Roberts, and he learned the skill of s whistling, which I always wanted to be able to do. Damn, they made it sound so easy.
Were they American or British? I was simply too young to remember.

3:34 PM  
Blogger durrati said...


Firesign Is/are Ammerican through and through...
This song leaves little in this matter to doubt:

I can tell by the pie on your tie
you're an American, well so am I!
Hi bub, How are ya? How do ya' do?
And while we're on the subject...
And while we're on the subject...
(And while we're on the subject)
How's your old Wazoo ?!

I was American!
I was American!
And I'll American!
In America,with Armenians

This land is made of mountains,
This land is made of mud,
This land has lots of everything
For me and Elmer Fudd.
This land has lots of trousers,
This land has lots of mausers,
And pussy cats to eat them
when the sun goes down!

And, if that ain't enough proof,

JOE: Mr. and Mrs. Smith! Go to the People! Ask the hands that serve the machines of America! Ask those thousands of folks who wouldn't say "no" to yesterday, and "yes" instead of knowing it all!

EDDIE [Singing]: "Ask the Postman! Ask the Mailman! Ask the Milkman, white with foam...!"

CROWD MAN: Go home, scab!

JOE: Ask the cop on the corner...

DC: Ask the cop in the grocery store...

JOE: Ask the cop in the woodpile...

DC: Ask the cop on the rooftop...

JOE: Ask that cop that's knockin' at your back door...

SOUND: Knocking.

DC: Ask him!

BABE: Mr. Policeman? What makes America great?

JOE & EDDIE [Singing]:

"It's candied apples and ponies with dapples,
You can ride all day.
It's girls with pimples and cripples with dimples
That just won't go away!
It's spicks and wops and niggers and kikes
With noses as long as your arm!
It's micks and chinks and gooks and geeks
And honkies (Honk! Honk!) who never left the farm

DC: That's America, buddy! just remember-Abraham Lincoln didn't die in vain, he died in Washington, D. C.!

6:01 PM  
Anonymous Jackie_O said...

This is funny. Brings back memories of the boys hiding out, having snuck in the "countraband record" to brother Jon's room. Once there, and having been granted entry and feasting my eyes on a collection of young men sporting horn rimmed glasses, pocket protectors, and sliderule belt attachments, the sinning began.
My father heard all the riotous laughter going on, but if he KNEW we were laughing at those WORDS.

My Father had a Semetic name that no one could spell right. We had a family joke that if anyone ever did get it right, accidentially or otherwise, they could expect a visit from the family prize patrol. His mail was the funniest. To this day, I regret throwing out some of the best in botched, as far as misspellings went, and I do have to give the post office credit. He got his mail. The best in show, however, came from a solicitation for insurance and was addressed to Hyman Kike. It wasn't even close, so I feel I can share this with you without jeopradizing my anonymity.
Sorry, I got carried away. That just really brought back some fine memories

7:26 AM  
Blogger durrati said...

The best way of dealing with predjudice is to laugh at it...Perhaps you now better understand my taste for "low" humor... Jackie O. Kike, I must rummage the online directories, how funny if there actually were one!

8:02 AM  
Anonymous Jackie_O said...

That would be Jackie O'Kike as me mother's father's mother was a Finnigan.

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