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The sole art that suits me is that which, rising from unrest, tends toward serenity.

André Gide

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.

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.

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)
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
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

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."

Let's hear it for Witold Gombrowicz! Yay!

The picture is Billy Bob Thornton, Letty.

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.

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

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.

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:

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?

My Kraft is ebbing a bit these days ..... :wink:

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)

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

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.

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

Look HERE.

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

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?