"Gentlemen, it is a fact that every philosopher of eminence for the last two centuries has either been murdered, or, at the least, been very near it, insomuch that if a man calls himself a philosopher, and never had his life attempted, rest assured there is nothing in him; and against Locke's philosophy in particular, I think it is an unanswerable objection (if we needed any) that, although he carried his throat about him in this world for seventy-two years, no man ever condescended to cut it."
- Thomas de Quincey, "Murder Considered as One of the Fine Arts".
Well, Ladies, Gentlemens and other Judeans-at-large,
This is what happens when you pay too much attention to the nature of God, the hopelessness of man, and the chances of torrential rain in pre-Bronze Age Tenochtitlan. You become a philosopher. Then you die. This is how some of these tyrants died -
Calvin: Predestined
Camus: Found exit
Darwin: Became unfit
Derrida: Deconstructed
Descartes: Stopped thinking
Einstein: Diced with God
Foucault: Disempowered
Freud: Slipped
Hegel: Gave up the Geist
Heisenberg: Uncertain causes
Levi-Strauss: Eaten by natives
Machiavelli: Intriguing causes
Marx: Material causes
Ockham: Shaved beyond necessity
Pirsig,Robert: Motorcycle crashed
Plato: Caved in
Pythagoras: Squared on the hypotenuse
Rand, Ayn: Objectified ego
Rousseau: Contract job
Sartre: Nothing doing
Saussure: Parole revoked
Zeno: Run over by tortoise
Friday, September 30, 2005
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
A Middle English lyric
I have a gentil cok,
Croweth me day;
He doth me risen erly,
My matins for to say.
I have a gentil cok,
Comen he is of gret;
His comb is of red corel,
his tayel is of jet.
I have a gentil cok,
So gentil and so smale;
His spores arn of silver white,
Into the worte-wale.
His eynen arn of cristal,
Loken all in aumber;
And every night he percheth him
In min ladyes chaumber.
Middle English Lyrics, ed.Luria and Hoffman;Norton Critical Edition.
[N.B.for my classmates:this is not an attempt to advertise my course!]
Croweth me day;
He doth me risen erly,
My matins for to say.
I have a gentil cok,
Comen he is of gret;
His comb is of red corel,
his tayel is of jet.
I have a gentil cok,
So gentil and so smale;
His spores arn of silver white,
Into the worte-wale.
His eynen arn of cristal,
Loken all in aumber;
And every night he percheth him
In min ladyes chaumber.
Middle English Lyrics, ed.Luria and Hoffman;Norton Critical Edition.
[N.B.for my classmates:this is not an attempt to advertise my course!]
Sunday, September 25, 2005
Thus Sprach Don Chakraborty
"I was about to say 'momentous moment', but that would've sounded funny."
-On the experience of reading
-On the experience of reading
Friday, September 23, 2005
Anglo-Saxon kaora
Benefits of studying Old English poetry.
Riddle 25
[The Exeter Book, fol. 106b – 107a]
Translated by S.A.J Bradley, Anglo-Saxon Poetry, London, 1982
I am a wondrous creature: to women a thing of joyful expectancy, to close-lying companions serviceable. I harm no city-dweller excepting my slayer alone. My stem is erect and tall – I stand up in bed – and whiskery somewhere down below. Sometimes a countryman’s quite comely daughter will venture, bumptious girl, to get a grip on me. She assaults my red self and seizes my head and clenches me in a cramped place. She will soon feel the effect of her encounter with me, this curly-locked woman who squeezes me. Her eye will be wet.
Answer in the comments section.
Riddle 25
[The Exeter Book, fol. 106b – 107a]
Translated by S.A.J Bradley, Anglo-Saxon Poetry, London, 1982
I am a wondrous creature: to women a thing of joyful expectancy, to close-lying companions serviceable. I harm no city-dweller excepting my slayer alone. My stem is erect and tall – I stand up in bed – and whiskery somewhere down below. Sometimes a countryman’s quite comely daughter will venture, bumptious girl, to get a grip on me. She assaults my red self and seizes my head and clenches me in a cramped place. She will soon feel the effect of her encounter with me, this curly-locked woman who squeezes me. Her eye will be wet.
Answer in the comments section.
Thursday, September 22, 2005
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
move over oedipus...
... for Mandal Bijoy Beg is here!
more from the Evergreen Mirthfest...
I ENVY
Wah, fanatastico,
A Phoenix, wah!
A work of sculpture
So sublime, so sweet!
A mind so full of peace!
A heart so soft and sublime!
The naked babe,
With so tiny a penis,
Sucking the open plump breast
Of his mother, bonny and nude!
Baby, thou art Innocence
And I Experience!
I am a suffering soul,
Forever lost in gloom
And I do envy thee!
Monday, September 19, 2005
please read out loud to your near and dear ones...
from the Evergreen Mirthfest by Mandal Bijoy Beg, unearthed from the veritable treasure trove that is JUDE...
MY PUSSY-CAT
You are my own sweet pussy-cat
And I love you so very much
Pussy pussy o my own nice pussy-cat
I love to give you my tender touch.
Oh your furs are so silky and soft
Your face is so lovely to look at
Your nose and mouth are damp and soft
You are my own sweet pussy-cat.
I'll go to a friend's house to-night
He asked me to take you there with me
There he'll give you cream to-night
And I know you will very glad be.
MY PUSSY-CAT
You are my own sweet pussy-cat
And I love you so very much
Pussy pussy o my own nice pussy-cat
I love to give you my tender touch.
Oh your furs are so silky and soft
Your face is so lovely to look at
Your nose and mouth are damp and soft
You are my own sweet pussy-cat.
I'll go to a friend's house to-night
He asked me to take you there with me
There he'll give you cream to-night
And I know you will very glad be.
Saturday, September 17, 2005
YAYY!!!
dear all,
we take great and delirious pleasure in informing yoy that we are the first hit on the google search for 'blabberwocky'. yay. Yay. YAY!!!
bloody incredible. all rejoice.
and sandy, thanks for the tip.
p.s: and my blog doesn't even figure in till the EIGHTH page of a google search with the blog name. i demand universal sympathy.
p.p.s: how do you like the colour effects? he he he!!!
we take great and delirious pleasure in informing yoy that we are the first hit on the google search for 'blabberwocky'. yay. Yay. YAY!!!
bloody incredible. all rejoice.
and sandy, thanks for the tip.
p.s: and my blog doesn't even figure in till the EIGHTH page of a google search with the blog name. i demand universal sympathy.
p.p.s: how do you like the colour effects? he he he!!!
Friday, September 09, 2005
blabblabblab
CALAMITY!!!!
We are no longer the first hit on Google. We've been dethroned to No.2. Damn, I say. And blast, for good measure.
Moving on to more serious things, in the light of our guiding principles of cheap trashy sensationalism, Blabberwocky is preparing to unleash the cheapest, trashiest, most sensational article EVER on the Blabberboard. It should be out by the end of next week. Keep your eyes peeled to the B.Board.
Now, Sandy and other coords, I think we oughtta legalise anonymous comments on this blog. AND, since everyone seems so hung up about that word verification jazz, please get rid of it someone. Also, someone please tell me what it is!!
Now, why is everyone so scared of writing here (or on the board, for that matter)?? Please, people. A strapped-for-articled editor's heartrending plea goes out to you. PLEEEEEEEZE write. Or I'll howl. Waaa.
It also seems that there has been a significant upswing in the number of homicidal maniacs in the dept. First there was Priyanka and her Perilous Pen. Now there's Aratidi and her Fatal Fork. I say, is this contagious, this Murder by Household Implement Disease??
Oh, by the way, WRITE, u good-for-nothing slobs. I'm begging you here.
We are no longer the first hit on Google. We've been dethroned to No.2. Damn, I say. And blast, for good measure.
Moving on to more serious things, in the light of our guiding principles of cheap trashy sensationalism, Blabberwocky is preparing to unleash the cheapest, trashiest, most sensational article EVER on the Blabberboard. It should be out by the end of next week. Keep your eyes peeled to the B.Board.
Now, Sandy and other coords, I think we oughtta legalise anonymous comments on this blog. AND, since everyone seems so hung up about that word verification jazz, please get rid of it someone. Also, someone please tell me what it is!!
Now, why is everyone so scared of writing here (or on the board, for that matter)?? Please, people. A strapped-for-articled editor's heartrending plea goes out to you. PLEEEEEEEZE write. Or I'll howl. Waaa.
It also seems that there has been a significant upswing in the number of homicidal maniacs in the dept. First there was Priyanka and her Perilous Pen. Now there's Aratidi and her Fatal Fork. I say, is this contagious, this Murder by Household Implement Disease??
Oh, by the way, WRITE, u good-for-nothing slobs. I'm begging you here.
Friday, September 02, 2005
Why oh why??
Tintinda's batch, it seems, wanted to be taken to Istanbul to "analyse the Hippocrene of the European Renaissance" (ahem). How 'bout pestering Don Chakraborty to take us to some like place? Methinks we should all force Sukantada to offer his Renaissance course again and throw in a free trip to the Vatican ('free' being the operative word). What say Judeans at large?
Also, while you're at it, does anyone know why L. Ron Hubbard, in his Scientological interpretation of Eliot's poetry (which may or may not exist), calls Eliot's Modernism as being contiguous with Ayn Rand's Objectivism? Also tell me the exact co-ordinates of the parallel universe in which an Archbishop of Canterbury might be Roman Catholic. Laurence Anderson specifically, I think. UG3's who've attended the intensely rejuvenating Eliot classes, SPEAK UP.
Also, while you're at it, does anyone know why L. Ron Hubbard, in his Scientological interpretation of Eliot's poetry (which may or may not exist), calls Eliot's Modernism as being contiguous with Ayn Rand's Objectivism? Also tell me the exact co-ordinates of the parallel universe in which an Archbishop of Canterbury might be Roman Catholic. Laurence Anderson specifically, I think. UG3's who've attended the intensely rejuvenating Eliot classes, SPEAK UP.
ADG - "Of Air-Conditioners"
"This bloody thing isn't working. I've finally come to this great realisation."
- ADG, on the Conference Room AC, which, like God, works in mysterious ways. Ahh, the apple falls.
- ADG, on the Conference Room AC, which, like God, works in mysterious ways. Ahh, the apple falls.
Thursday, September 01, 2005
In a bid to entice those few men from the UG1 to play football, the JUDE Football Faction has decided to offer you hard to believe incentives. The FOOTIE CHICKS you see above are real (unlike their implants). Those who participate in JUDE Football over the next year with be eligible for the WIN WIN SCHEME! In this scheme you will each draw numbers at the begining of the season. At the end of the footballing calender we will select your numbers from a LUCKY DRAW. When your number is selected you are entitled to select your special FOOTIE CHICK (according to club) for a romantic date in Soho, London. We shall continue drawing the numbers untill there are none left. Remember, you cannot choose a FOOTIE CHICK if she's already taken by your batchmate. Before you proceed to completely ridicule this scheme let me inform you of the BUMPER PRIZE! Since there are more FOOTIE CHICKS than men in UG1, the last man is free choose all of the remaining FOOTIE CHICKS!!!!! Too good to be true?!?!?! Listen up people! Due to budget constrains we can only sponsor a single one-way return ticket from London. We thought we should let you know these minor details in the begining...so that we're not labelled Dirty Rotten Scoundrels or any such fancy term. By unanimous decision within the JUDE Football Faction, the first LUCKY NUMBER shall recieve the one-way return ticket from London-Dhaka (Its a short bus ride over the border for God's sake!) We, the members of the JUDE Football Faction, firmly believe that the guy with the last number should puchase his own tickets and not let this golden opportunity slip between his fingers. (You may cheer on your favourite FOOTIE CHICK in the comments section)
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