gaf
12th June 2004, 16:25
second attempt to post this one.!!!!!!!!!
Ever reviled, accursed, ne'er understood,
Thou art the grisly terror of our age.
"Wreck of all order," cry the multitude,
"Art thou, and war and murder's endless rage."
O, let them cry. To them that ne'er have striven
The truth that lies behind a word to find,
To them the word's right meaning was not given.
They shall continue blind among the blind.
But thou, O word, so clear, so strong, so pure,
Thou sayest all which I for goal have taken.
I give thee to the future! Thine secure
When each at least unto himself shall waken.
Comes it in sunshine? In the tempest's thrill?
I cannot tell--but it the earth shall see!
I am an Anarchist! Wherefore I will
Not rule, and also ruled I will not be!
JOHN HENRY MACKAY.
AUTHOR: Bill Bartlett (Australia)
'Trash of all nations'
Oh there's trash in every nation
And there's trash on every side
There's trash outside your window
When you look outside
There's trash outside your Volvo
When you take a ride
They're knocking at your door
And they want to come inside
Yes there's trash in every nation
And they're sick of being trash
They're sick of being tortured
They're sick of being bashed
They're sick of being lied to
As though they cannot see
They're sick of living slavery
And being told they 're free
Oh there's trash upon your TV set
Being beaten up by cops
Some of them are fighting back,
Some are throwing rocks
Some of us are laughing
Though we haven't got a hope
I'd hate to be a cynic
Broken, numbed and doped
Oh there's trash outside your courtrooms
And there's trash inside your jails
There's trash inside the unions
And there's more beyond the pale
They're living lives outside your laws
Your police are in vain
Well scorn to live in slavery
Bound by iron chains
CONTRIBUTED BY: Ian Mayes, and edited very slightly by James
Hutchings. Author unknown.
'The Three Little Pigs'
Once there were three little pigs who lived together in mutual respect and in
harmony with their environment. Using materials that were indigenous to the
area, they each built a beautiful house. One pig built a house of straw, one a
house of sticks, and one a house of dung, clay, and creeper vines shaped into
bricks and baked in a small kiln. When they were finished, the pigs were
satisfied with their work and settled back to live in peace and self-
determination. But their idyll was soon shattered. One day, along came a big
bad wolf with expansionist ideas. He saw the pigs and grew very hungry, in
both a physical and an ideological sense. When the pigs saw the wolf, they
ran into the house of straw. The wolf ran up to the house and banged on the
door, shouting, 'Little pigs, little pigs, let me in!' The pigs shouted back, 'Your
gunboat tactics hold no fear for pigs defending their homes and culture.' But
the wolf wasn't to be denied what he thought was his manifest destiny. So he
huffed and puffed and blew down the house of straw. The frightened pigs ran
to the house of sticks, with the wolf in hot pursuit. Where the house of straw
had stood, other wolves bought up the land and started a banana plantation.
At the house of sticks, the wolf again banged on the door and shouted, 'Little
pigs, little pigs, let me in!' The pigs shouted back, 'Go to hell, you carnivorous,
imperialistic oppressor!' At this, the wolf chuckled condescendingly. He
thought to himself: 'They are so childlike in their ways. It will be a shame to
see them go, but progress cannot be stopped.' So the wolf huffed and puffed
and blew down the house of sticks. The pigs ran to the house of bricks, with
the wolf close at their heels. Where the house of sticks had stood, other
wolves built a time-share condo resort complex for vacationing wolves, with
each unit a fibreglass
reconstruction of the house of sticks, as well as native curio shops,
snorkelling, and dolphin shows. At the house of bricks, the wolf again banged
on the door and shouted, 'Little pigs, little pigs, let me in!' This time in
response, the pigs sang songs of solidarity. By now the wolf was getting
angry at the pigs' refusal to seethe situation from the carnivore's point of view.
So he huffed and puffed, and huffed and puffed, the grabbed his chest and
fell over dead from a massive heart attack brought on from eating too many
fatty foods...
The three little pigs rejoiced that justice had triumphed and did a little dance
around the corpse of the wolf. Their next step was to liberate their homeland.
They gathered together a band of other pigs who had been forced off their
lands. This new brigade of porcinistas attacked the resort complex with
machine guns and rocket launchers and slaughtered the cruel wolf oppressors,
sending a clear signal to the rest of the hemisphere not to meddle in their
internal affairs. Then the pigs set up an anarchist society with free education,
universal health care, and housing for everyone. Please note: The wolf in this
story was a metaphorical construct. No actual wolves were harmed in the
writing of the story.
Ever reviled, accursed, ne'er understood,
Thou art the grisly terror of our age.
"Wreck of all order," cry the multitude,
"Art thou, and war and murder's endless rage."
O, let them cry. To them that ne'er have striven
The truth that lies behind a word to find,
To them the word's right meaning was not given.
They shall continue blind among the blind.
But thou, O word, so clear, so strong, so pure,
Thou sayest all which I for goal have taken.
I give thee to the future! Thine secure
When each at least unto himself shall waken.
Comes it in sunshine? In the tempest's thrill?
I cannot tell--but it the earth shall see!
I am an Anarchist! Wherefore I will
Not rule, and also ruled I will not be!
JOHN HENRY MACKAY.
AUTHOR: Bill Bartlett (Australia)
'Trash of all nations'
Oh there's trash in every nation
And there's trash on every side
There's trash outside your window
When you look outside
There's trash outside your Volvo
When you take a ride
They're knocking at your door
And they want to come inside
Yes there's trash in every nation
And they're sick of being trash
They're sick of being tortured
They're sick of being bashed
They're sick of being lied to
As though they cannot see
They're sick of living slavery
And being told they 're free
Oh there's trash upon your TV set
Being beaten up by cops
Some of them are fighting back,
Some are throwing rocks
Some of us are laughing
Though we haven't got a hope
I'd hate to be a cynic
Broken, numbed and doped
Oh there's trash outside your courtrooms
And there's trash inside your jails
There's trash inside the unions
And there's more beyond the pale
They're living lives outside your laws
Your police are in vain
Well scorn to live in slavery
Bound by iron chains
CONTRIBUTED BY: Ian Mayes, and edited very slightly by James
Hutchings. Author unknown.
'The Three Little Pigs'
Once there were three little pigs who lived together in mutual respect and in
harmony with their environment. Using materials that were indigenous to the
area, they each built a beautiful house. One pig built a house of straw, one a
house of sticks, and one a house of dung, clay, and creeper vines shaped into
bricks and baked in a small kiln. When they were finished, the pigs were
satisfied with their work and settled back to live in peace and self-
determination. But their idyll was soon shattered. One day, along came a big
bad wolf with expansionist ideas. He saw the pigs and grew very hungry, in
both a physical and an ideological sense. When the pigs saw the wolf, they
ran into the house of straw. The wolf ran up to the house and banged on the
door, shouting, 'Little pigs, little pigs, let me in!' The pigs shouted back, 'Your
gunboat tactics hold no fear for pigs defending their homes and culture.' But
the wolf wasn't to be denied what he thought was his manifest destiny. So he
huffed and puffed and blew down the house of straw. The frightened pigs ran
to the house of sticks, with the wolf in hot pursuit. Where the house of straw
had stood, other wolves bought up the land and started a banana plantation.
At the house of sticks, the wolf again banged on the door and shouted, 'Little
pigs, little pigs, let me in!' The pigs shouted back, 'Go to hell, you carnivorous,
imperialistic oppressor!' At this, the wolf chuckled condescendingly. He
thought to himself: 'They are so childlike in their ways. It will be a shame to
see them go, but progress cannot be stopped.' So the wolf huffed and puffed
and blew down the house of sticks. The pigs ran to the house of bricks, with
the wolf close at their heels. Where the house of sticks had stood, other
wolves built a time-share condo resort complex for vacationing wolves, with
each unit a fibreglass
reconstruction of the house of sticks, as well as native curio shops,
snorkelling, and dolphin shows. At the house of bricks, the wolf again banged
on the door and shouted, 'Little pigs, little pigs, let me in!' This time in
response, the pigs sang songs of solidarity. By now the wolf was getting
angry at the pigs' refusal to seethe situation from the carnivore's point of view.
So he huffed and puffed, and huffed and puffed, the grabbed his chest and
fell over dead from a massive heart attack brought on from eating too many
fatty foods...
The three little pigs rejoiced that justice had triumphed and did a little dance
around the corpse of the wolf. Their next step was to liberate their homeland.
They gathered together a band of other pigs who had been forced off their
lands. This new brigade of porcinistas attacked the resort complex with
machine guns and rocket launchers and slaughtered the cruel wolf oppressors,
sending a clear signal to the rest of the hemisphere not to meddle in their
internal affairs. Then the pigs set up an anarchist society with free education,
universal health care, and housing for everyone. Please note: The wolf in this
story was a metaphorical construct. No actual wolves were harmed in the
writing of the story.