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Francis
 
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Reply Thu 4 Aug, 2005 03:18 am
The sole art that suits me is that which, rising from unrest, tends toward serenity.

André Gide
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Thu 4 Aug, 2005 03:25 am
Percy Bysshe Shelley
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

Percy Bysshe Shelley (August 4, 1792 - July 8, 1822) was one of the major English Romantic poets. He is perhaps most widely famous for such anthology pieces as Ozymandias, Ode to the West Wind, To a Skylark, and The Masque of Anarchy; but his major works were long visionary poems such as Adonais and Prometheus Unbound. Shelley's unconventional life and uncompromising idealism made him a notorious and denigrated figure in his own life, but he became the idol of the following two or three generations of poets (including the major Victorian poets Robert Browning, Alfred Tennyson, Dante Gabriel Rossetti and Algernon Charles Swinburne, as well as William Butler Yeats.) He was also famous for his association with contemporaries John Keats and Lord Byron, and, like them, for his untimely death at a young age. He was married to the equally famous novelist Mary Shelley, author of Frankenstein. He was interested in the concept of free love and would do anything to promote that concept, even if it meant sleeping with his half-sister after his wife had miscarried.



Life

Education and early works

Shelley was the son of Sir Timothy Shelley, later the the 2nd baronet of Castle Goring, and his wife Elizabeth Pilfold. He grew up in Sussex, and received his early education at home, tutored by Reverend Thomas Edwards of Horsham. In 1802, he entered the Sion House Academy of Brentford. In 1804, Shelley entered Eton College, and on April 10, 1810 he went to the University of Oxford (University College). His first publication was a Gothic novel, Zastrozzi (1810), in which he gave vent to his atheistic worldview through the villain Zastrozzi. In the same year, Shelley together with his sister Elizabeth published Original Poetry by Victor and Cazire. After going up to Oxford, he issued a collection of (ostensibly burlesque but actually subversive) verse, Posthumous Fragments of Margaret Nicholson. A fellow collegian, Thomas Jefferson Hogg, may have been his collaborator.

In 1811, Shelley published a pamphlet, The Necessity of Atheism, which resulted in his expulsion from Oxford on March 25, 1811, along with Hogg. He could have been reinstated, following the intervention of his father, had he recanted his avowed views. Shelley refused, which led to a total break between himself and his father.


Married Life

Four months after being expelled, 19-year-old Shelley eloped to Scotland with 16-year-old schoolgirl Harriet Westbrook, daughter of John Westbrook, a coffee-house keeper in London. After their marriage on August 28, 1811, Shelley invited his college friend Hogg to share their household - and also his wife, according to the ideals of free love. When Harriet objected, Shelley abandoned this first attempt at open marriage and brought Harriet instead to England's Lake District, intending to write. Distracted by political events, he shortly afterwards visited Ireland to engage in radical pamphleteering. His activities earned him the unfavourable attention of the British government.

Over the next two years, Shelley wrote and published Queen Mab: A Philosophical Poem. The poem shows the influence of English philosopher William Godwin, and much of Godwin's freethinking radical philosophy is voiced in it. By now unhappy in his nearly three-year-old marriage, Shelley often left his wife and two children alone while he visited Godwin's home and bookshop in London. It was here that he met and fell in love with Mary, the intelligent and well-educated daughter of Godwin and famed feminist educator and writer Mary Wollstonecraft, who had died at Mary's birth. He became enamoured when Mary made fun of his "sissyfied" name (Percy) and he quickly grew fond of his, as he referred to Mary, "sassy wench."

In July 1814, Shelley abandoned his wife and children and eloped for the second time with a 16-year-old: in fact two 16-year-olds, as he ran away with Mary and invited her step-sister Jane (later Claire) Clairmont along for company. The threesome sailed to Europe, crossed France and settled in Switzerland. The Shelleys would later publish an account of this adventure. After six weeks, homesick and destitute, the three young people returned to England. There they found that Godwin, the one-time champion and practitioner of free love, refused to speak to Mary or Shelley.

In the autumn of 1815, while living close to London with Mary and avoiding creditors, Shelley produced the verse allegory Alastor, or The Spirit of Solitude. It attracted little attention at the time, but has come to be recognized as his first major poem. At this point in his writing career, Shelley was deeply influenced by Wordsworth's poetry.

Introduction to Byron

In the summer of 1816 Shelley and Mary, living now as a married couple, made a second trip to Switzerland. They were prompted to do so by Mary's stepsister Claire Clairmont, who had commenced a liaison with Lord Byron the previous April, just before he entered his self-exile on the continent. Byron had lost interest in Claire, and she used the opportunity of meeting the Shelleys as bait to lure him to Geneva. The Shelleys and Byron rented neighbouring houses on the shores of Lake Geneva. Regular conversation with Byron had an invigorating effect on Shelley's poetry. A boating tour which the two took together inspired Shelley to write the Hymn to Intellectual Beauty, his first significant production since Alastor. A tour of Chamonix in the French Alps inspired "Mont Blanc", a difficult poem in which Shelley ponders questions of historical inevitability and the relationship between the human mind and external nature. Shelley, in turn, influenced Byron's poetry. This new influence shows itself in the third part of Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, which Byron was working on, and in Manfred, which he wrote in the autumn of 1816. At the same time, Mary had been inspired to begin writing Frankenstein. At the end of summer, the Shelleys and Claire returned to England. Claire was pregnant with Byron's child, a fact that would have an enormous impact on Shelley's future.

Personal tragedies and second marriage

The return to England was marred by tragedy. Fanny Imlay, Mary Godwin's half-sister and a member of Godwin's household, killed herself in the late Autumn. In December 1816 Shelley's estranged and apparently pregnant wife Harriet drowned herself in the Serpentine in Hyde Park, London. On December 30, 1816, a few weeks after Harriet's body was recovered, Shelley and Mary Godwin were married. The marriage was intended, in part, to help secure Shelley's custody of his children by Harriet, but it was in vain: the children were handed over to foster parents by the courts.

The Shelleys took up residence in the village of Marlow, Buckinghamshire where lived Thomas Love Peacock, a friend of Percy. Shelley took part in the literary circle that surrounded Leigh Hunt, and during this period met John Keats. Shelley's major production during this time was Laon and Cythna, a long narrative poem which attacked religion and featured a pair of incestuous lovers. It was hastily withdrawn after only a few copies were published, then edited and reissued as The Revolt of Islam in 1818. Shelley also wrote two revolutionary political tracts under the nom de plume of "The Hermit of Marlow."

Travels in the Italian peninsula

Early in 1818, the Shelleys and Claire left England in order to take Claire's daughter, Allegra, to her father, Byron, who had taken up residence in Venice. Again, contact with the older and more established poet encouraged Shelley to write. In the latter part of the year he wrote Julian and Maddalo, a lightly disguised rendering of his boat trips and conversations with Byron in Venice, finishing with a visit to a madhouse. This poem marked the appearance of Shelley's "urbane style." He then began the long verse drama Prometheus Unbound, which features talking mountains and a petulant demon who overthrows Zeus. Tragedy struck in 1818 and 1819, when his son Will died of fever in Rome and his infant daughter died during yet another household move.

The Shelleys moved around various Italian cities during these years. Shelley completed Prometheus Unbound in Rome, and spent the summer of 1819 writing a tragedy, The Cenci, in Livorno. In this year, prompted among other causes by the Peterloo massacre, he wrote his best-known political poems, The Masque of Anarchy, Men of England and The Witch of Atlas, probably his best-remembered works during the 19th century, and the essay The Philosophical View of Reform, his most thorough exposition of his political views.

In 1821, inspired by the death of John Keats, Shelley wrote the elegy Adonais.

In 1822 Shelley arranged for James Henry Leigh Hunt, the British poet and editor who had been one of his chief supporters in England, to come to Italy with his family; he intended that the three of them?-himself, Byron and Hunt?-would create a journal, to be called The Liberal, with Hunt as editor, which would disseminate their controversial writings and act as a counter-blast to conservative periodicals such as Blackwood's Magazine and The Quarterly Review.


Drowning

On July 8, 1822, less than a month before his 30th birthday, Shelley drowned in a sudden storm while sailing back from Pisa and Livorno to Lerici in his schooner, the Don Juan. He was returning from having set up The Liberal with the newly-arrived Hunt. The name "Don Juan", a compliment to Byron, was chosen by Edward Trelawny, a member of the Shelley-Byron Pisan circle, but according to Mary Shelley's testimony, Shelley changed it to "Ariel". This annoyed Byron, who caused "Don Juan" to be painted on the mainsail, giving offence to the Shelleys, who felt that the boat now looked like a coal barge. The vessel, an open boat designed from a Royal Dockyards model, was custom-built in Genoa for Shelley. It did not capsize but sank; Mary Shelley declared in her "Note on Poems of 1822" (1839) that this design had a defect and was never seaworthy.

Shelley's body was washed ashore and later, in keeping with his unconventional views, cremated on the beach near Viareggio. His heart was snatched, unconsumed, from the funeral pyre by Edward Trelawny, and kept by Mary Shelley until her dying day, while his ashes were interred in the Protestant Cemetery, Rome.

Advocacy For Vegetarianism

Both Percy Bysshe Shelley and Mary Shelley were strong advocates of vegetarianism. Shelley wrote several essays advocating a vegetarian diet, "A Vindication of Natural Diet" and "On the Vegetable System of Diet".

Shelley wrote, "If the use of animal food be, in consequence, subversive to the peace of human society, how unwarrantable is the injustice and the barbarity which is exercised toward these miserable victims. They are called into existence by human artifice that they may drag out a short and miserable existence of slavery and disease, that their bodies may be mutilated, their social feelings outraged. It were much better that a sentient being should never have existed, than that it should have existed only to endure unmitigated misery."



Family history

Ancestry

Shelley was a seventeenth generation descedant of Richard Fitzalan, 10th Earl of Arundel through his son John Fitzalan, Marshall of England (d. 1379). John was married to Baroness Eleanor Maltravers (1345 - January 10, 1404/1405. Their eldest son succeeded them as John FitzAlan, 2nd Baron Arundel (1365 - 1391). He was himself married to Elizabeth le Despenser (d. April 1/ April 10, 1408).

Elizabeth was a great-granddaughter of Hugh the younger Despenser by his second son Edward Despenser of Buckland (d. September 30, 1342). Her parents were Sir Edward Despenser, 1st Lord Despenser (March 24, 1336 - November 11, 1375) and Elizabeth Burghersh (d. July 26, 1409).

The eldest son of Elizabeth by Baron Maltravers was John Fitzalan, 13th Earl of Arundel. Their third son was Sir Thomas Fitzalan of Beechwood. His own daughter Eleanor Fitzalan was married to Sir Thomas Browne of Beechworth Castle. They had four sons and a daughter. Said daughter Katherine Browne was married in 1471 to Humphrey Sackville of Buckhurst (1426 - January 24, 1488).

Their oldest son Richard Sackville of Buckhurst ( 1472 - July 18, 1524) was married in 1492 to Isabel Dyggs. Their oldest son Sir John Sackville of Buckhurst (1492 - October 5, 1557) was married to Margaret Boleyn. Margaret was a sister to Thomas Boleyn, 1st Earl of Wiltshire. His younger brother Richard Sackville had a less prominent marriage which resulted in the birth of Anne Sackville. Anne herself was later married to Henry Shelley.

Henry became father to a younger Henry Shelley. This younger Henry had at least three sons. The youngest of them Richard Shelley was later married to Joan Fuste , daughter of John Fuste from Ichingfield. Their grandson John Shelley of Fen Place was married himself to Helen Bysshe , daughter of Roger Bysshe. Their son Timothy Shelley of Fen Place (born c. 1700) married widow Johanna Plum from New York City. Timothy and Johanna were the great-grandparents of Percy.

Family

Percy was born to Sir Timothy Shelley (September 7, 1753 - April 24, 1844) and his wife Elizabeth Pilfold following their marriage in October, 1791. His father was son and heir to Sir Bysshe Shelley, 1st Baronet of Castle Goring (June 21, 1731 - January 6, 1815) by his wife Mary Catherine Michell (d. November 7, 1760). His mother was daughter of Charles Pilfold of Effingham. Through his paternal grandmother Percy was great-grandson to Reverend Theobald Michell of Horsham.

He was the eldest of six children. His younger siblings included:

* John Shelley of Avington House (March 15, 1806 - November 11, 1866. He was married on March 24, 1827 to Elizabeth Bowen (d. November 28, 1889).
* Mary Shelley.
* Elizabeth Shelley (d. 1831).
* Hellen Shelley (d. May 10, 1885).
* Margaret Shelley (d. July 9, 1887).


Descendants

Three children survived Shelley: Ianthe and Charles, his daughter and son by Harriet; and Percy Florence, his son by Mary. Charles died of tuberculosis in 1826. Percy Florence, who eventually inherited the baronetcy in 1844, died without children. The only lineal descendants of the poet are therefore the children of Ianthe.

Ianthe Eliza Shelley was married in 1837 to Edward Jeffries Esdaile. The marriage resulted in the birth of two sons and a daughter. Ianthe died in 1876.


Legacy

Shelley's mainstream following did not develop until a generation after his passing; this contrasted with Lord Byron, who was popular amongst the upper classes during his lifetime, despite his radical views. For decades after his death Shelley was mainly appreciated by the major Victorian poets, such as Tennyson and Browning, by the pre-Raphaelites, and by socialists and the labour movement - Karl Marx was among his admirers. Only in the latter part of the 19th century did Shelley's work, or rather his more innocuous work, become respectable - popularised by, among others, Henry Salt, whose acclaimed biography Percy Bysshe Shelley: Poet and Pioneer was first published in 1896. In the period between World War I and the mid-twentieth century, dominated as it was by the critical ideas of T. S. Eliot, Shelley's verse was treated with contempt by the critical establishment - due in large part to Eliot's reaction against the poet's militant atheism. In the late 1950s, encouraged by scholars such as Harold Bloom, Shelley began to resume his reputation. Aspects of Shelley's poetry and poetics have also been attractive for postmodernist critics, who value Shelley's scepticism and highly metaphorical constructions.


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Percy_Bysshe_Shelley

Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)
Ozymandias

1I met a traveller from an antique land,
2Who said -- "two vast and trunkless legs of stone
3Stand in the desert ... near them, on the sand,
4Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
5And wrinkled lips, and sneer of cold command,
6Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
7Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
8The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
9And on the pedestal these words appear:
10My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings,
11Look on my Works ye Mighty, and despair!
12Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
13Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
14The lone and level sands stretch far away." --

Notes

1] Shelley evidently wrote this sonnet at Marlow in friendly competition with Horace Smith, whose own sonnet of the same name was published Feb. 1, 1818, also in The Examiner, no. 527, p. 73:

In Egypt's sandy silence, all alone,
Stands a gigantic Leg, which far off throws
The only shadow that the Desart knows: --
"I am great OZYMANDIAS," saith the stone,
"The King of Kings; this mighty City shows
"The wonders of my hand." -- The City's gone, --
Nought but the Leg remaining to disclose
The site of this forgotten Babylon.

We wonder, -- and some Hunter may express
Wonder like ours, when thro' the wilderness
Where London stood, holding the Wolf in chace,
He meets some fragments huge, and stops to guess
What powerful but unrecorded race
Once dwelt in that annihilated place.
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 4 Aug, 2005 06:34 am
Good morning, WA2K radio fans and contributors.

First, let me say to edgar that Universal Soldier covers everything. That was perfect for our long look at war and the ones who fight it. Thanks, Texas.

Sachmo and Shelly, Bob. What a wonderful combination. Ozymandius fits quite well into our theme and is one of my favorites.

McTag, Thank you for reminding us of Chicago, Brit, and finally we understand the use of the word soccer as it relates to your little isle. <smile>

Francis, Yes, I would imagine that "What a wonderful world" fits you perfectly, Mr. optimist. <smile> Gide's quote is very calming, and something to ponder in our world of unrest. Thanks, France.

Well, listeners, I guess I need to get a cup of the old traditional so that I may become alert and look out at the wonderful world.
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Thu 4 Aug, 2005 06:47 am
Hey Francis, my pal. Glad you liked the song. I just added it to my list of favorites to regale the audience at the karaoke bars. I had to practice quite a bit on the Oh yeah that Satchmo used to end the song. I understand France was one of the places he most liked to visit. He even remarked on it in the film High Society. The enthusiasm was apparently returned by the French to his great pleasure.
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Raggedyaggie
 
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Reply Thu 4 Aug, 2005 07:05 am
Good Day to all:

August 4 birthday celebs:

1290 - Duke Leopold I of Austria
1521 - Pope Urban VII, (d. 1590)
1792 - Percy Bysshe Shelley, English poet (d. 1822)
1834 - John Venn, British mathematician (d. 1923)
1840 - Richard von Krafft-Ebing, sexologist
1859 - Knut Hamsun, Norwegian writer, recipient of the Nobel Prize in literature 1920 (d. 1952)
1899 - Ezra Taft Benson, president of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (d. 1994)
1900 - Elizabeth Bowes-Lyon, Queen Mother of the United Kingdom (d. 2002)
1901 - Louis Armstrong, jazz musician (d. 1971) http://www.epinions.com/images/opti/46/5e/311998-resized200.JPG
1904 - Witold Gombrowicz, Polish novelist and dramatist (d. 1969)
1906 - Marie-José Van Sachsen Coburg-Gotha, last Queen of Italy (d. 2001)
1906 - Eugen Schuhmacher, zoologist (d. 1973)
1908 - Kurt Eichhorn, conductor
1909 - Glenn Cunningham, athlete
1909 - Otto Steiger, writer
1910 - William Schuman, composer (d. 1992)
1912 - Aleksandr Danilovich Aleksandrov, mathematician, physicist, philosopher and a mountaineer (d. 1999)
1912 - Raoul Wallenberg, Swedish diplomat (d. 1947 presumed)
1913 - Robert Hayden, poet, Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress (d. 1980)
1921 - Maurice Richard, hockey player (d. 2000)
1927 - Jess Thomas, American tenor (d. 1993)
1929 - Yasser Arafat, Chairman of the Palestine Liberation Organization (d. 2004)
1929 - Kishore Kumar, Indian singer and actor (d. 1987)
1930 - Götz Friedrich, opera director (d. 2000)
1932 - Hans Jürgen Fröhlich, writer
1932 - Guillermo Mordillo, graphic artist and cartoonist
1936 - Assia Djebar, member of the Académie française
1937 - David Bedford, musician
1943 - Bjørn Wirkola, Norwegian ski jumper
1944 - Richard Belzer, actor and comedian
1947 - Klaus Schulze, composer, perforner
1955 - Billy Bob Thornton, actor, writer http://www.femail.com.au/img/billybob.jpg
1958 - Mary Decker Slaney, track star
1960 - Dean Malenko, professional wrestler
1960 - José Luis Rodríguez Zapatero, Spanish Prime Minister
1961 - Barack Obama, American politician
1962 - Roger Clemens, baseball player
1967 - Mike Marsh, American athlete
1968 - Marcus Schenkenberg, model
1970 - Michael DeLuise, American actor
1971 - Jeff Gordon, race car driver
1978 - Shawn Usansook, betto the bear
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 4 Aug, 2005 07:26 am
There's our Raggedy, listeners, with her scheduled celebs. Alas, I do not know the man in the picture wearing what appears to be a baseball cap. Louis, of course, is familiar to everyone.

One of my favorites by Shelly:

Ozymandias
Percy Bysshe Shelly




I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.

And on the pedestal these words appear --
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away."
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McTag
 
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Reply Thu 4 Aug, 2005 08:03 am
Let's hear it for Witold Gombrowicz! Yay!
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Thu 4 Aug, 2005 08:05 am
The picture is Billy Bob Thornton, Letty.
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 4 Aug, 2005 08:06 am
And for our McTag:

Sinatra › My Kind of Town

Now this could only happen to a guy like me
And only happen in a town like this
So may I say to each of you most gratefully
As I throw each one of you a kiss

This is my kind of town, chicago is
My kind of town, chicago is
My kind of people too
People who smile at you

And each time I roam, chicago is
Calling me home, chicago is
Why I just grin like a clown,
It's my kind of town

My kind of town, chicago is
My kind of town, chicago is
My kind of razzmatazz
And it has, all that jazz

And each time I leave, chicago is
Tuggin my sleeve, chicago is
The wrigley building, chicago is
The union stockyard, chicago is
One town that won't let you down
It's my kind of town.

Then, of course, there's Sandburg's "...hog butcher of the world..."<smile> and the St. Valentine's day massacre, and Croce's Bad Leroy Brown. Laughing
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McTag
 
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Reply Thu 4 Aug, 2005 08:17 am
I remembered the last verse okay! Yay!

I got my new computer now- but it's still not quite all out of the box:

http://www.able2know.com/forums/viewtopic.php?p=1495104#top
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 4 Aug, 2005 08:34 am
Heh! Heh! Well, Bob, thanks for the ID. I never see that man's name that I don't think of:

Where're ya goin' Billy Bob,
Oh, I'm goin' to seek my fortune,
May I come, too? Oh, please say yes,
Well, then come along,
So the cow followed after Billy Bob.

I forgot to tell our listeners that Mother Goose was another love of mine when I was a wee thing.

Yeah for Witgold, McTag. (is that the name of your new pc?)

Saw your dueling doggerel, Brit. You're still a great poet, doggerel or not.
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Walter Hinteler
 
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Reply Thu 4 Aug, 2005 08:38 am
Richard von Krafft-Ebing (1840) , to do justice, was a physician and neurologist [Professor of psychiatry at Strasbourg (1872), Graz (1873), and Vienna (1889)] although his most noted work certainly is "Psychopathia sexualis" :wink:
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 4 Aug, 2005 08:47 am
Well, here's our Walter with a brief message about "Psychopathia Sexualis" and accompanied by a wink.

Hmmm! Could it be that Von Krafft Ebing is German, folks?

Archibald MacLeish - Dr. Sigmund Freud Discovers the Sea Shell

Science, that simple saint, cannot be bothered
Figuring what anything is for:
Enough for her devotions that things are
And can be contemplated soon as gathered.

She knows how every living thing was fathered,
She calculates the climate of each star,
She counts the fish at sea, but cannot care
Why any one of them exists, fish, fire or feathered.

Why should she? Her religion is to tell
By rote her rosary of perfect answers.
Metaphysics she can leave to man:
She never wakes at night in heaven or hell

Staring at darkness. In her holy cell
There is no darkness ever: the pure candle
Burns, the beads drop briskly from her hand.

Who dares to offer Her the curled sea shell!
She will not touch it!--knows the world she sees
Is all the world there is! Her faith is perfect!

And still he offers the sea shell . . .

What surf
Of what far sea upon what unknown ground
Troubles forever with that asking sound?
What surge is this whose question never ceases?
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McTag
 
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Reply Thu 4 Aug, 2005 09:13 am
My Kraft is ebbing a bit these days ..... :wink:
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 4 Aug, 2005 09:18 am
Laughing McTag you're are sooooooooooooo funny. What's a Brit like you doing in a place like this?

Now here's a good question for the day, folks.

What's a click beetle? (inspired by Walter's thread)
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Thu 4 Aug, 2005 11:23 am
Click beetles get their name for their ability to right themselves if they find themselves stuck on their back. A spine on the underside of the thorax fits into a groove on the underside of the abdomen. If the insect finds itself upside-down, it arches its body and with a loud click, snaps itself straight, launching into the air. They are masters of thanotosis or feigning death, often tucking their antenna and legs close to their bodies and remaining still for a long time. This Elaterid is from Ecuador. Other tropical species of the genus Pyrophorus, possess bright bioluminescent regions.

http://www.insects.org/entophiles/coleoptera/cole_005.html
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 4 Aug, 2005 12:00 pm
Well, my goodness, Bob. That was quite a revelation. So the click beetle is akin to the wooly o'possum of South America, then? Thanks for that.

I mean, listeners, that the possum can play dead just as that beetle, but they don't click, just growl.

Speaking of growling, I saw last night where South Korea has been successful in cloning a dog. If I recall correctly, Dolly the sheep was the last, but aged rapidly.

In looking for a Bob Dylan song, I came across the most amazing site in our archives. It had to do with Emile Zola and Dreyfus. Somehow, the reference was to a song by Dylan that shared a common idea:

I Accuse and J'Accuse.

http://www.law.uga.edu/academics/profiles/dwilkes_more/his9_jaccuse.html

Try as I might, folks. I could not find any song by Dylan entitled "I Accuse". I know that edgar is our resident Dylan expert, and Francis our French history buff, so maybe one of the two or both can draw the parallel or find the song.
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Ticomaya
 
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Reply Thu 4 Aug, 2005 12:54 pm
Letty wrote:
Try as I might, folks. I could not find any song by Dylan entitled "I Accuse". I know that edgar is our resident Dylan expert, and Francis our French history buff, so maybe one of the two or both can draw the parallel or find the song.


Possibly a reference to his song "Hurricane," about Rubin "Hurricane" Carter?

Look HERE.
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 4 Aug, 2005 01:09 pm
Tico, I am again in your debt. You are absolutely spot on. I just found the song:


Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously.
"I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands
"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand.
I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops
"One of us had better call up the cops."
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night.

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda **** was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that.
In Paterson that's just the way things go.
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat.

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates."
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.
Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men.

Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!"
Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame.
"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"
"Don't forget that you are white."

Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure."
Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
You'll be doin' society a favor.
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver.
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim."

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much.
It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail.
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.

All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger.
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.
And though they could not produce the gun,
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed.

Rubin Carter was falsely tried.
The crime was murder "one," guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game.

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell.
That's the story of the Hurricane,
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.



Copyright © 1975 Ram's Horn Music
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Reply Thu 4 Aug, 2005 04:28 pm
Okay here's another quiz question:

Why was Dolly the cloned sheep so called? Why did the scientists working on the project choose that name in particular?
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