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I love Ezra Pound's writing, when I can understand him. Unfortunately, he uses terms and foreign languages with which I am not familiar. It's as if he didn't want to be understood by anybody but academics.

One more post and I hit#20,000.

And, I'm your witness.

Good one, bro! :wink:

haha, I can make you one up. Nobody will know....

Referring to Edgar's 20,000 post and those more than 13,000 here:

Wait!
Oh yes, wait a minute Mr. postman
Wait!
Wai-ai-ai-ait Mr. postman

Mr. postman look and see (oh yeah)
You got a letter in your bag for me (please please Mr.
po-o-o-stman)
I've been waiting such a long time (oh yeah)
Since I heard from that girl of mine.

There must be some word today-ay-ay
From my girlfriend so far away
Please Mr. postman look and see
If there's a letter, a letter for me.

I've been standing here waiting Mr. postman
So-o-o patiently
For just a card or just a letter
Saying she's returning home to me.

Please Mr. Postman
Mr. postman look and see (oh yeah)
You got a letter in your bag for me (please please Mr.
po-o-o-stman)
I've been waiting such a long time (oh yeah)
Since I heard from that girl of mine.

So many days you passed me by-y-y
See the tear standing in my eye
You didn't stop to make me feel better
By leaving me a card or a letter

Mr. postman
Mr. postman look and see
You got a letter in your bag for me (oh yeah)
I've been waiting such a long time
Since I heard from that girl of mine.

You gotta wait a minute, wait a minute, oh yeah (Mr. postman)
Wait a minute, wait a minute, oh yeah (Mr. postman)
You gotta wait a minute, wait a minute, oh yeah (Mr. postman)
You gotta check it and see, one more time for me.

You gotta wait a minute, wait a minute, oh yeah (Mr. postman)
Wait a minute, wait a minute, oh yeah (Mr. postman)
Mr. po-o-o-stman, oh yeah (wait a minute, wait a minute)
Deliver the letter, the sooner the better.

You gotta wait a minute, wait a minute, oh yeah (Mr. postman)
Wait a minute, wait a minute, oh yeah (Mr. postman)
You gotta wait a minute, wait a minute, oh yeah (Mr. postman)
You gotta wait a minute, wait a minute, oh yeah
You gotta wait a minute, wait a minute, oh yeah.

Congratulations, edgar. Don't you wish you had a dollar for every post?

Hmmmm. At the rate the economy is going here, that may not be worth much.

Well, Texas, Ezra was a member of the lost generation. I could never understand T.S. Eliot, either. Now, F. Scott, I got.<smile>

Speaking of T.S.:


EN Amerique, professeur;
En Angleterre, journaliste;
C'est à grands pas et en sueur
Que vous suivrez à peine ma piste.
En Yorkshire, conférencier;
A Londres, un peu banquier,
Vous me paierez bein la tête.
C'est à Paris que je me coiffe
Casque noir de jemenfoutiste.
En Allemagne, philosophe
Surexcité par Emporheben
Au grand air de Bergsteigleben;
J'erre toujours de-ci de-là
A divers coups de tra là là
De Damas jusqu'à Omaha.
Je célébrai mon jour de fête
Dans une oasis d'Afrique
Vetu d'une peau de girafe.

On montrera mon cénotaphe
Aux côtes brulantes de Mozambique.

Walter, here's another one.

I?m gonna sit right down and write myself a letter
And make believe it came from you

I?m gonna write words oh so sweet
They?re gonna knock me off my feet
A lotta kisses on the bottom
I?ll be glad I got ?em

I?m gonna smile and say: "i hope you?re feeling
better"
And close with love the way you do
I?m gonna sit (right) down and write myself a letter
(and make believe it came, though I know it?s not the same)
And (I?ll) make believe (that) it came from you

My word, listeners. I missed Reyn and Walter.

Sure, Reyn. Just show me in cap and gown in the guise of some sexy teenager. <smile> Hey, B.C. I'll find that picture, but I'll have to ask you to post it for me as Letty doesn't as yet know how.

Letter songs, huh! No way am I doing Pat Boone's "Love letters in the Sand."

How about Hank:




No letter today I've waited since dawn I've waited each day since you have been gone
No letter today all the days are so long oh why don't you write I know I was wrong
Just give me one chance please won't you forgive I'll love you my dear as long as I live
I know it's no use though I hope and I pray the postman goes by no letter today
[ strings ]
Just give me one chance...

Love Letters - Ketty Lester

Love letters straight from your heart
Keep us so near while apart
I'm not alone in the night
When I can have all the love you write

I memorize every line
And I kiss the name that you sign
And, darling, then I read again right from the start
Love letters straight from your heart

I memorize every line
And I kiss the name that you sign
And, darlin', then I read again right from the start
Love letters straight from your heart

Well, edgar, that's a good one, but since we are an equal opportunity radio station:



Busy men of letters

28oct05

EINSTEIN and Darwin were two of mankind's biggest geniuses and were also two big letter writers who sent and received thousands of letters, according to a study in the British science weekly Nature.

Charles Darwin (born 1809, died 1882) sent 7591 letters to colleagues and received 6530 in his time -- a true feat of correspondence for the father of the theory of evolution.
But everything was relative, as Albert Einstein (1879-1955) showed.
The man dubbed the greatest scientist of the 20th century surpassed Darwin's output.
He wrote more than 14,500 letters to colleagues and read 16,200, the study by academics from the universities of Notre Dame in the US and Aveiro of Portugal said. - AFP

And let's not forget:

Galatians: about 4 years
Philippians: about 8 to 10 years
Thessalonians: a few months
Corinthians: 1: about a year 2: about 4 years
Ephesians: about 6 to 8 years
Colossian: about 4 to 8 years
Philemon: about 4 to 8 years
Romans: about 8 to 26 years (founding date unknown)
1Timothy: about 19 (Johnson's date) or 25 to 27 years
2Timothy: about 27 years
Titus: about 12 to 15 or more years.

Anyone who tells us to whom that is an allusion will receive a letter of recommendation from yours truly.<smile>

Sure, no problem. In the meantime, this one can act as a "bookmark".

Give me a ticket for an aeroplane. Ain't got time to take a fast train
Lonely days are gone, I'm a going home, my Baby just wrote me a letter

I don't care how much money I gotta spend. I got to get back to my baby again
Lonely days are gone, I'm a going home, my Baby just wrote me a letter

Well she wrote me a letter, said she couldn't live without me no more
Listen Mister can't you see I got to get back to my baby once more
Anyway Yeah

Give me a ticket for an aeroplane. Ain't got time to take a fast train
Lonely days are gone, I'm a going home, my Baby just wrote me a letter

I don't care how much money I gotta spend. I got to get back to my baby again
Lonely days are gone, I'm a going home, my Baby just wrote me a letter

Well she wrote me a letter, said she couldn't live without me no more
Listen Mister can't you see I got to get back to my baby once more
Anyway Yeah

Give me a ticket for an aeroplane. Ain't got time to take a fast train
Lonely days are gone, I'm a going home, my Baby just wrote me a letter
My Baby just wrote me a letter

Whoa, Reyn. If you'll make that cap and gown white (yuk) and the hair blonde and turn me a mite to the left with a ski jump nose and a somber pose, you'll have Letty.<smile>

Incidentally, listeners, that description was for those who couldn't see me.

Hey, cowboy. I like that one. And here's another:



'Tho we gotta say goodbye for the summer
Darling I promise you this
I'll send you all my love
Every day in a letter
Sealed with a kiss

Guess it's gonna be a cold lonely summer
But I'll fill the emptiness
I'll send you all my dreams
Every day in a letter
Sealed with a kiss

I'll see you in the sunlight
I'll hear your voice everywhere
I'll run to tenderly hold you
But darling you won't be there
I don't wanna say goodbye for the summer
Knowing the love we'll miss
Oh let us make a pledge to meet in September
And seal it with a kiss

[Instrumental]

Guess it's gonna be a cold lonely summer
But I'll fill the emptiness
I'll send you all my love every day in a letter
Sealed with a kiss
Sealed with a kiss
Sealed with a kiss

I'll see what I can do! :wink:

Thanks, Reyn, but Walter was gracious enough to post my grad picture.

For the high school graduate thread:

Beach Boys

There's a time a for joy
A time for tears
A time we'll treasure through the years
We'll remember always
Graduation day

At the senior prom
We danced 'til three
And there you gave your heart to me
We'll remember always
Graduation day



Though we leave in sorrow
All the joys we've known
We can face tomorrow
Knowing we'll never walk alone

When the ivy walks
Are far behind
No matter where our paths may wind
We'll remember always
Graduation day

We'll remember always
Graduation day

Letty, that's great Picture on the yearbook thread

Isn't our colorbook the sweetest thing, folks?

Not only did she help in instructing Letty how to do the picture bit for "Where Am I", she is sooooooo observant. <smile>

For our colorbook:

You are a friend unseen,
The color of soft and clean,
The medium is yet unknown,
The canvas of a gentle tone.

For our Walter:

A man who can do everything
With a silver teutonic ring
Of chimes.

A German of distinctive climes,
A man of firm beliefs of time
And eternity.

My way of saying, "Thank You."

beautiful pic letty, i detect a resemblence to veronica lake (see pic i posted on yearbook thread)

one more highschool tune, again from the beach boys

Be True To Your School
Beach Boys

When some loud bragger tries to put me down
And says his school is great
I tell him right away
"Now what's the matter buddy
Ain't you heard of my school?
It's number one in the state!"
(Hey, hey Take It Away!)

So be true to your school now
Just like you would to your girl or guy
Be true to your school now
And let your colors fly
Be true to your school

I got a letterman's sweater
With a letter in front
I got for football and track
I'm proud to WEAR it now
When I cruise around
The other parts of the town
I got MY decal in back

So be true to your school now
Just like you would to your girl, guy's
Be true to your school now
And let your colors fly
Be true to your school
(Do it again, do it again, we like it, we like it!)

COME Friday We'll be Jacked Up On The Football Game
And I'll be ready to fight
We're gonna smash 'em now
My girl will be working on her pom-poms now
And she'll be yelling tonight

So be true to your school now
Just like you would to your girl or guy
Be true to your school now,
And let your colors fly
Be true to your School
(Push Em Back, Push Em Back, Waaay Back)

September 1, 1939
By WH Auden


I sit in one of the dives
Of Fifty-Second Street
Uncertain and afraid
As the clever hopes expire
Of a low, dishonest decade:
Waves of anger and fear
Circulate over the bright
And darkened lands of the earth,
Obsessing our private lives;
The unmentionable odour of death
Offends the September night.


Accurate scholarship can
Unearth the whole offence
From Luther until now
That has driven a culture mad,
Find what occurred at Linz,
What huge imago made
A psychopathic god:
I and the public know
What all schoolchildren learn,
Those to whom evil is done
Do evil in return.


Exiled Thucydides knew
All that a speech can say
About Democracy,
And what dictators do,
The elderly rubbish they talk,
To an apathetic grave;
Analysed all in his book,
The enlightenment driven away,
The habit-forming pain,
Mismanagement and grief:
We must suffer them all again.


Into this neutral air
Where blind skyscrapers use
Their full height to proclaim
The strength of Collective Man,
Each language pours its vain
Competitive excuse:
But who can live for long
In an euphoric dream;
Out of the mirror they stare,
Imperialism's face
And the international wrong.


Faces along the bar
Cling to their average day:
The lights must never go out,
The music must always play,
All the conventions conspire&
To make this fort assume
The furniture of home;
Lest we should see where we are,
Lost in a haunted wood,

Children afraid of the night
Who have never been happy or good.


The windiest militant trash;
Important Persons shout
Is not so crude as our wish:
What mad Nijinsky wrote
About Diaghilev
Is true of the normal heart;
For the error bred in the bone
Of each woman and each man
Craves what it cannot have,
Not universal love
But to be loved alone.


From the conservative dark
Into the ethical life
The dense commuters come,
Repeating their morning vow,
"I will be true to the wife,
I'll concentrate more on my work,''
And helpless governors wake
To resume their compulsory game:
Who can release them now,
Who can reach the deaf,
Who can speak for the dumb?


All I have is a voice
To undo the folded lie,
The romantic lie in the brain
Of the sensual man-in-the-street
And the lie of Authority
Whose buildings grope the sky:
There is no such thing as the State
And no one exists alone;
Hunger allows no choice
To the citizen or the police;
We must love one another or die.


Defenceless under the night
Our world in stupor lies;
Yet, dotted everywhere,
Ironic points of light
Flash out wherever the Just
Exchange their messages:
May I, composed like them
Of Eros and of dust,
Beleaguered by the same
Negation and despair,
Show an affirming flame.