Trousers – belted or braced – could not be trusted in Plato’s day! With only Christ – hours away from the final reckoning – will all wearers of corrupted trousers be punished by those who labour to harvest the atoms of trumpets!
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The ‘Liezi’ (列子) – An Example of a Bad Translation! (27.11.2022)
Anti-Note: This post is a parody of a ‘translation’ of this otherwise profound Daoist text generated by a European Christian Missionary whose purpose in China
My Eternal Revolutionary Scorn!
We must penetrate the bourgeois ‘haze’ with a clear insight as we move from oppressed to free!
Poem: Cockington Fayre – By Diane Wyles (2007)
‘We wondered down to Cockington Fayre, Did my true love and me. And there we spied ‘Orse & Cart’, And ‘ad ourselves Cream Tea’. A
Buddha – I and I…
Poetry writing, Morning yawns. Who knows…? Hedgerows stir. Dark – light, Birds – flight. Fish – flop… Doors – knock. Fresh bread, Dreadlocks share. Lion’s roar… What’s in
Ode to Iran…
Overthrow the Shah. Death to the West, Message in a bottle… Satan in the White House. Supporting Cuba. Opposing capitalism, Public hangings… War with Iraq.
THE SANGHA KOMMUNE (SSR) 