Liberals are unbearable asses who pretend they speak on behalf of all African- Americans and all women, despite all the evidence to the contrary.
Conservatives are unbearable asses who pretend they speak on behalf of all “decent Americans”, despite all the evidence to the contrary.
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Yes, it’s the 16th of June, better known to James Joyce geeks like me as Bloom’s Day. The day is named in honor of Leopold Bloom, the Jewish advertising sales rep and Freemason who is one of the major characters in Joyce’s novel Ulysses. The novel also brings along Stephen Dedalus, the protagonist of his earlier novel Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man.
For those unfamiliar with this work, Ulysses is Joyce’s stream-of-consciousness novel in which he metaphorically features the events from the Odyssey in a single day – June 16th, 1904, in Dublin. (The day he met Nora Barnacle, the woman he would eventually marry after living together for decades) Bloom represents Ulysses/Odysseus, Stephen represents Telemachus and Leopold’s wife, Molly Bloom, represents Penelope.
The novel is jam-packed with Continue reading
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Balladeer’s Blog resumes its examination of the macabre 1868 French language work The Songs of Maldoror. We’re now on the 4th Canto, 5th Stanza.
PROJECTION OF A SHRIVELED SILHOUETTE
Maldoror, in an even more unstable frame of mind than usual, finds himself in a run-down room in an unspecified building somewhere. He is wary because he has come face to face with another supernatural creature that he has identified as a potential threat. Every man, woman and child in the town is dead except for himself and this new entity, the figure responsible for the slaughter.
SPOILER: In our current age in which we’ve all grown up with anthology shows from Twilight Zone on up through Tales From the Crypt or any number of others we can spot the “twist” in this segment right away. Maldoror eventually becomes lucid enough to realize he’s arguing with his own reflection in a mirror. Since modern readers can spot that “surprise” a mile away I’ve disclosed the ending right up front and will now explore the deadly actions that Maldoror confesses to in this stanza. Continue reading
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Balladeer’s Blog resumes its examination of the macabre 1868 French language work The Songs of Maldoror. People who want to see our vile main character suffer will definitely enjoy this part.
FOUR CENTURIES ON A SHAPELESS THRONE
Image by GodofPegana at Deviant Art.
This stanza opens up with Maldoror paralyzed and suffering a variety of excruciating torments. Like a wooden stake through the heart will take out a vampire and a silver bullet through the heart will kill a werewolf, Maldoror’s weakness is at last revealed to us.
While our supernatural protagonist was seated on a boulder contemplating his next move in the ongoing feud between him and God an unnamed human being crept up on him from behind and drove their sword downward through the nape of Maldoror’s neck and on, vertically, driving it through the fiend’s spine like a spike. This has rendered Maldoror paralyzed but happily (given his countless atrocities) NOT immune to pain. Continue reading
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From Connecticut’s Greenwich Polo Club it’s the 2015 Waterbury Cup. My coverage of the world’s OLDEST team sport continues.
GAME ONE – White Birch took on Airstream in First Round action. Playing for White Birch, possibly the most storied Polo team in American history, were: Santino Magrini (Ace), Hilario Ulloa (Deuce), Mariano Aguerre (Chevy) and Peter Brant (Back). Airstream’s roster was: Peter Orthwein (Ace), Guillermo Aguero (Deuce), Michel Dorignac (Chevy) and Mariano Gonzalez (Back).
White Birch’s Hilario Ulloa
When the 6 Chukkers were in the books White Birch had won this defense-heavy match by a final score of 10 goals to 7. Best-Playing Pony was Mezquiete, ridden and owned by White Birch’s Hilario Ulloa. (Pictured) Continue reading
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Balladeer’s Blog resumes its examination of the macabre 1868 French language work The Songs of Maldoror. It’s back to more explicitly horrific material this time around.
THE TORMENTED MAN
After the previous topsy-turvy stanza saw Maldoror lost in The Valley of Unreality this adventure is much more straightforward.
The supernatural being Maldoror is wandering through a forest when he is attracted by the sound of agonized screams. Locating their source he is intrigued to see a man hanged from a gibbet by his very long hair and with his hands tied behind his back. His legs swing freely, increasing the agony of his pain-wracked form.
The man’s emaciated form showed he had not been fed in days and his face was so stretched from long suspension by his hair that it had lost nearly all human shape.
The tormented man screams that, due to all manner of tortuous pain, he has not been able to sleep during the three days he has been hanging there. He also begs Maldoror to slit his throat and put him out of his misery.
From hiding Maldoror observes two crazed, drunken women approach the spot where the man hangs. One of the women is very old with her uncombed hair fluttering in the breeze. The other woman is much younger but so thin her knees knock together as she walks. The ladies carry whips, paint-brushes and buckets of hot tar with them. Continue reading
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Balladeer’s Blog resumes its examination of the macabre 1868 French language work The Songs of Maldoror.
THE MARRIAGE OF PROVERBS AND METAPHORS
Maldoror’s excursion into madness this time around put me in mind of William Blake’s Marriage of Heaven and Hell, hence the title I assigned to this 2nd stanza of the 4th Canto. Some critics contend that this section is set near Dendera in Egypt, where Maldoror’s wanderings had taken him in the previous stanza.
The author Isidore Ducasse pulls us into a bizarre realm of unreality – or maybe hyper-reality – with his vile main character. The Tower of Proverbs and the Tower of Metaphors catch Maldoror’s attention as he negotiates his way through an other-worldly valley in which literal reality blends with symbolic reality. At times in this section Ducasse comes close to anticipating the Stream of Consciousness writing pioneered by John Dos Passos and refined by James Joyce. Continue reading
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One last round of congratulations to the college baseball champions from the nine divisions covered here at Balladeer’s Blog.
NAIA (National Association of Intercollegiate Athletics)
National Champions – LEWIS-CLARK STATE WARRIORS
Runners-Up – Saint Thomas (FL) University Bobcats
2014 Champions – Cumberland University Bulldogs Continue reading
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The incredibly lovely Teddi Barrett, who models as Edward Wozniak’s Mordillo Blush.
Teddi Barett, the World’s Sexiest Woman, is furious that there are people who have missed out on some of her adventures modeling as Edward Wozniak’s Neo-Pulp heroine Mordillo Blush! Dr Blush is like a sexy version of Dr Who and if you’re one of the holdouts who hasn’t sampled her adventures yet here’s a look at what you’ve been missing:
1. MORDILLO BLUSH – Our buxom heroine’s debut adventure! Millions of lives in Los Angeles will be lost if Dr Mordillo Blush cannot track down the mad scientist behind a string of nightmarish deaths. The madman’s creation: Continue reading
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Balladeer’s Blog resumes its examination of the macabre 1868 French language work The Songs of Maldoror. We are now at the 4th Canto, 1st Stanza.
PRELUDE TO A PRIVATE ARMAGEDDON
The supernatural being Maldoror has arrived at Dendera in Egypt. He is perforce surrounded by human beings and, given his loathing of humanity, he compares being among so many people to other unwholesome sensations. Among those: accidentally stepping on a frog and feeling it being crushed and smeared into the ground underfoot. Our narrator tells us he shivers with disgust at any contact with humans the way a dead shark’s heart continues to beat long after it is dead.
As usual Maldoror contradicts some of the information he has previously given readers about himself and claims that he stood in Dendera back when it was at its height in the 1st Century B.C. He disgustedly notes how swarms of wasps have inhabited so many of the corners and entrances of the ancient works of architecture. Their buzzing reminds him of the sound of his own sorrow when he ponders the perverse conduct of his archrival God. Continue reading
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