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November 2009 
What do you know by heart?
Posted on Oct 10th, 2008
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Shameslaya
Shameslaya
This is in Response to the Questions and Reflections for October 10, 2008:
The existence of pericardium?....I can sing every David Bowie song from Space Oddity to Let's Dance and during one drunken psychotherapy conference got up on stage to sing Panic in Detroit to a four-instrument accompaniment......we (a few of us were creamed solid) also treated our sossled audience to a rendition of American Pie seldom heard so postmodernly as most of us had very different ideas as to how the fourth verse went so it sounded like the Velvet Underground's "Murder Mystery"....
I can do you quite a lot of Patanjali's Yoga Sutras, some Upanishad shards, globs of Shakespeare, Gerald Manley Hopkins, Edward Thomas, Milton and Wordsworth...uh, all sorts really...
I think we learn things "by heart" when what we read or hear touches it...we recall that which is is meaningful to us.....experiencing metaphor enables more of the brain to fire off synaptically than any other experience according to contemporary neuroscience...bizarre metaphor is as meaningful as a mad bull let-loose in the White House is black-tipped-horn-bloodied....the broken-hearted reveals the ear within (once ya break off the h and the t).......
I know lotsa limericks, too. Here's a gay one.
There was a young lad from Darjeeling
Who could dance with such exquisite feeling
Not a sound could be heard
Not a cough, not a word
Just the fly-buttons pocking the ceiling.
Warmly, Jon xx
I can do you quite a lot of Patanjali's Yoga Sutras, some Upanishad shards, globs of Shakespeare, Gerald Manley Hopkins, Edward Thomas, Milton and Wordsworth...uh, all sorts really...
I think we learn things "by heart" when what we read or hear touches it...we recall that which is is meaningful to us.....experiencing metaphor enables more of the brain to fire off synaptically than any other experience according to contemporary neuroscience...bizarre metaphor is as meaningful as a mad bull let-loose in the White House is black-tipped-horn-bloodied....the broken-hearted reveals the ear within (once ya break off the h and the t).......
I know lotsa limericks, too. Here's a gay one.
There was a young lad from Darjeeling
Who could dance with such exquisite feeling
Not a sound could be heard
Not a cough, not a word
Just the fly-buttons pocking the ceiling.
Warmly, Jon xx
Access: Public
A canner exceedingly canny
one morning remarked to his granny
a canner can can anything that he can
but a canner can't can a can , can he?
:)
every David Bowie? Wow! I thought I was a Bowie fan but I am far from being that fluent.
Aley…that's terrific!!
Nicole…sign of a wasted youth….whilst I played Ziggy et al to death, others were getting politically minded….
Jon x
“one two three
if you close the door
the night could last forever
leave the sunshine out
and say hello to never
all the people are dancing
and theyre having such fun
i wish it could happen to me
but if you close the door
id never have to see the day again
if you close the door
the night could last forever
leave the wine glass out
and drink a toast to never
oh someday i know someone will look into my eyes
and say hellooo
youre my very special one
but if you close the door
id never have to see the day again
dark party bars
shiny cadillac cars
and the people on subways and trains
looking gray in the rain
as they stand disarrayed
all but people look well in the dark
and if you close the door
the night could last forever
leave the sunshine out
and say hello to never
all the people are dancing
and theyre having such fun
i wish it could happen to me
cause if you close the door
id never have to see the day again
id never have to see the day again
once more
id never have to see the day again”
from nico and the velvet underground and my own wasted glorious youth. oh I miss singing that song with my favorite anna anarchist. while drinking the 3rd bottle of wine of the night. or driving many mile to nowhere while not drinking.
To Shameslaya,…………..wish I was there to be a part of it all!…….ahahahaa….
Must of been one Heck of a bash!
Dawn…fab lyric there….and good to see somebody else can get into a third bottle…I used to be dancing on the tables at 4am wondering why everyone else was acrash….so would have been fab to waltz up that drunken cul-de-sac with you and you too Rita…..I love the bigbashes but my system is no longer primed for them alas….
Jon x
Such to be alas of grandular strides, is what one is NEVER to bashful for exceeding.
oh jon – I can no longer get into a third glass of wine let alone a third bottle. but we do have some debauched memories. now I like to go out dancing and drink only fizzy water with lemon. I suffer less the next day and I'm not as self conscious as I used to me so I can dance and sing without imbibing. it's actually quite fun unless an aquaintence gets too far gone. :-)