Re: [bolger] Re: DAY :ashes in new year, Chinese yet soon too? I'll be blowed: drink?
Had a good friend that lived in the dunes of Truro back in the 60's that waxed profound in the same manner as Mr. Day. Sure miss that man and his wonderful wisdom.
John Kohnen <jhkohnen@...> wrote: Graeme, in his enthusiasm, got himself all stumbled and jumbled up
somehow. ;o) This bit of Thomas Fleming Day's editorial jotting from an
old Rudder magazine that I posted over on the Messabout group evidentally
sent poor Graeme into an incoherent ecstasy.
"The fire is well burned down, the end of the last log is sticking out of
the gray ash, smoking and smoldering like an old love affair, and there is
no more fuel in the locker. Let her go out, say I, for I'm sick of this
armchair life and want to get outdoors, where a man don't have to breathe
the same air twice over in order to get a good full of oxygen. I'm tired,
boys; tired as a dog that has hunted rabbits all day. The only difference
the dog runs his quarry to earth, while mine take to the water. I was just
thinking when you joined me, what's the use of all this this living, this
working, this worrying, this fretting and fussing? Isn't the negro who
sits in the shade of the plantain, content that he has a shirt to his back
and a meal in his belly, the more sensible fellow? You and I at the end of
it will get no more than he will six feet of mother earth. To the devil
with your fifty years of dress shirt existence, trousers with pockets, and
houses with doors, and all the rest of the paraphernalia that goes to make
up civilization. When are we happiest? The day we throw this all off, and,
clad in our worst, play savage on some lonely shore, dragging a meal out
of the water as our ancestors did before some misguided idiots invented
money, markets, and manners. To-day I have a thousand-fold the knowledge
possessed by the most learned and brilliant of the ancients, but am I any
happier? Not a bit. You and I are being dragged at the wheels of the thing
we call Progress, and those who ride, cry out to join in a song of
triumph. For what? Look in your hands. Is what you have succeeded in
grasping worth any more than a fistful of yon gray ash in whose crumbling
heap the last sparks are flickering and passing away?"
T. F. Day, editor of The Rudder, 1911
John Kohnen <jhkohnen@...> wrote: Graeme, in his enthusiasm, got himself all stumbled and jumbled up
somehow. ;o) This bit of Thomas Fleming Day's editorial jotting from an
old Rudder magazine that I posted over on the Messabout group evidentally
sent poor Graeme into an incoherent ecstasy.
"The fire is well burned down, the end of the last log is sticking out of
the gray ash, smoking and smoldering like an old love affair, and there is
no more fuel in the locker. Let her go out, say I, for I'm sick of this
armchair life and want to get outdoors, where a man don't have to breathe
the same air twice over in order to get a good full of oxygen. I'm tired,
boys; tired as a dog that has hunted rabbits all day. The only difference
the dog runs his quarry to earth, while mine take to the water. I was just
thinking when you joined me, what's the use of all this this living, this
working, this worrying, this fretting and fussing? Isn't the negro who
sits in the shade of the plantain, content that he has a shirt to his back
and a meal in his belly, the more sensible fellow? You and I at the end of
it will get no more than he will six feet of mother earth. To the devil
with your fifty years of dress shirt existence, trousers with pockets, and
houses with doors, and all the rest of the paraphernalia that goes to make
up civilization. When are we happiest? The day we throw this all off, and,
clad in our worst, play savage on some lonely shore, dragging a meal out
of the water as our ancestors did before some misguided idiots invented
money, markets, and manners. To-day I have a thousand-fold the knowledge
possessed by the most learned and brilliant of the ancients, but am I any
happier? Not a bit. You and I are being dragged at the wheels of the thing
we call Progress, and those who ride, cry out to join in a song of
triumph. For what? Look in your hands. Is what you have succeeded in
grasping worth any more than a fistful of yon gray ash in whose crumbling
heap the last sparks are flickering and passing away?"
T. F. Day, editor of The Rudder, 1911
On Fri, 04 Jan 2008 02:31:32 -0800, Peter L wrote:
> There are times,though not all that frequent, when I sincerely wish
> I had a better understanding of the English language.And then there
> are times, such as with this piece of work, when I doubt a better
> understanding would really help all that much........perhaps it is
> not too early for a drink afterall!!! :-D
>
> --- Inbolger@yahoogroups.com, graeme wrote:
>
>> from some coot lurker; ( where i got it from, an go the coOts/
>> yeh.
> > ...
--
John
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Graeme, in his enthusiasm, got himself all stumbled and jumbled up
somehow. ;o) This bit of Thomas Fleming Day's editorial jotting from an
old Rudder magazine that I posted over on the Messabout group evidentally
sent poor Graeme into an incoherent ecstasy. <g>
"The fire is well burned down, the end of the last log is sticking out of
the gray ash, smoking and smoldering like an old love affair, and there is
no more fuel in the locker. Let her go out, say I, for I'm sick of this
armchair life and want to get outdoors, where a man don't have to breathe
the same air twice over in order to get a good full of oxygen. I'm tired,
boys; tired as a dog that has hunted rabbits all day. The only difference
the dog runs his quarry to earth, while mine take to the water. I was just
thinking when you joined me, what's the use of all this this living, this
working, this worrying, this fretting and fussing? Isn't the negro who
sits in the shade of the plantain, content that he has a shirt to his back
and a meal in his belly, the more sensible fellow? You and I at the end of
it will get no more than he will six feet of mother earth. To the devil
with your fifty years of dress shirt existence, trousers with pockets, and
houses with doors, and all the rest of the paraphernalia that goes to make
up civilization. When are we happiest? The day we throw this all off, and,
clad in our worst, play savage on some lonely shore, dragging a meal out
of the water as our ancestors did before some misguided idiots invented
money, markets, and manners. To-day I have a thousand-fold the knowledge
possessed by the most learned and brilliant of the ancients, but am I any
happier? Not a bit. You and I are being dragged at the wheels of the thing
we call Progress, and those who ride, cry out to join in a song of
triumph. For what? Look in your hands. Is what you have succeeded in
grasping worth any more than a fistful of yon gray ash in whose crumbling
heap the last sparks are flickering and passing away?"
T. F. Day, editor of The Rudder, 1911
somehow. ;o) This bit of Thomas Fleming Day's editorial jotting from an
old Rudder magazine that I posted over on the Messabout group evidentally
sent poor Graeme into an incoherent ecstasy. <g>
"The fire is well burned down, the end of the last log is sticking out of
the gray ash, smoking and smoldering like an old love affair, and there is
no more fuel in the locker. Let her go out, say I, for I'm sick of this
armchair life and want to get outdoors, where a man don't have to breathe
the same air twice over in order to get a good full of oxygen. I'm tired,
boys; tired as a dog that has hunted rabbits all day. The only difference
the dog runs his quarry to earth, while mine take to the water. I was just
thinking when you joined me, what's the use of all this this living, this
working, this worrying, this fretting and fussing? Isn't the negro who
sits in the shade of the plantain, content that he has a shirt to his back
and a meal in his belly, the more sensible fellow? You and I at the end of
it will get no more than he will six feet of mother earth. To the devil
with your fifty years of dress shirt existence, trousers with pockets, and
houses with doors, and all the rest of the paraphernalia that goes to make
up civilization. When are we happiest? The day we throw this all off, and,
clad in our worst, play savage on some lonely shore, dragging a meal out
of the water as our ancestors did before some misguided idiots invented
money, markets, and manners. To-day I have a thousand-fold the knowledge
possessed by the most learned and brilliant of the ancients, but am I any
happier? Not a bit. You and I are being dragged at the wheels of the thing
we call Progress, and those who ride, cry out to join in a song of
triumph. For what? Look in your hands. Is what you have succeeded in
grasping worth any more than a fistful of yon gray ash in whose crumbling
heap the last sparks are flickering and passing away?"
T. F. Day, editor of The Rudder, 1911
On Fri, 04 Jan 2008 02:31:32 -0800, Peter L wrote:
> There are times,though not all that frequent, when I sincerely wish
> I had a better understanding of the English language.And then there
> are times, such as with this piece of work, when I doubt a better
> understanding would really help all that much........perhaps it is
> not too early for a drink afterall!!! :-D
>
> --- Inbolger@yahoogroups.com, graeme wrote:
>
>> from some coot lurker; ( where i got it from, an go the coOts/
>> yeh.
> > ...
--
John <jkohnen@...>
The world is a skirt I want to lift up. <Hanif Kureishi>
> > mr Bolger was goin on about so much more but nevertha less itewas
> > there an i felt it but the again t I h also read Reueel Parker anis
> he
> > kinda hints about DAY ---- oooo ===== nonpareil--- (( what then
> > bloody pariel? ) == Mowe,r huntington, not what you mow with,and
> and
> > still tjere is respect that comes through DAY from Bolger here
> ansd
> > there and Parker who said Bolger know a Sharpie etc etc anf
> othersd
> > who know a parker etc.
> >
> > Respect as it posses and passes and passes yey again and again
> > again each year and drink it down up still up we go and thendown
> itall
> > and up etcetera as:::
> >
> > "You and I at the end of it will get no more than he will six
> feet
> > of mother earth. To the devil with your fifty years of dress
> shirt
> > existence, trousers with pockets, and houses with doors, and
> > the rest of the paraphernalia that goes to make upcivilization.
> > When are we happiest? The Look in your hands.... Is what youyon
> > have succeeded in grasping worth any more than a fistful of
> > gray ash in whos crumbling heap the last sparks are flickeringThis is evidence that the spirit of John Cage lives on in the
> and
> > passing away?"
> >
> > T. F. Day, editor of The Rudder, 1911
> >
> >http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MessaboutW/message/19849
> >
> > was thi sthe 1900's? Boats, or then fashionable Theosophy? Or is
> it
> > allways boats anyway?!
computer programming world. I get messages in my email that resemble
the sentence structure seen above, but they are usually asking me to
help hide money for some prince in Africa, or enlarging body parts
through modern medicine.
I for one, would rather build a boat. June Bug perhaps. 18lbs a
sheet for Oukume. It should come our around the 100 lbs. Bolger was
aiming for and will take the place of: 16' canoe, 13' Enterprise, and
my beloved Pointy Skiff.
David Jost
I at first thought this was one of those surreal spam messages (Which I find
fascinating by themselves). But then glancing over it I read about the
bolgerados etc... Even then at first I thought spam was getting smarter;
picking up sentences from previous forum postings and reusing those. I had
been suspecting spambots to start doing this; but this would've been thge
first one I encountered. Usually I get shakespeare or Moby Dick... (You have
to forgive me; I'm a programmer for a major website (We did more than a
billion hits last year) and this stuff attracts my professional interest.)
When I did discover that there was a human being behind this (Congrats mate;
you passed a reverse Turing test) I was stunned and very happy at the same
time. Mr. (or Mrs; but I expect Mr.) graeme19121984: Happy new year to you!
I am happy to find people that have totally different ways of thinking than
I do and that makes this world a fascinating and wonderfull place. If I ever
run into you your first drink is on me.
Hajo
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Q: How many women does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: That's "womyn" with a Y, and it's not funny!
[Non-text portions of this message have been removed]
fascinating by themselves). But then glancing over it I read about the
bolgerados etc... Even then at first I thought spam was getting smarter;
picking up sentences from previous forum postings and reusing those. I had
been suspecting spambots to start doing this; but this would've been thge
first one I encountered. Usually I get shakespeare or Moby Dick... (You have
to forgive me; I'm a programmer for a major website (We did more than a
billion hits last year) and this stuff attracts my professional interest.)
When I did discover that there was a human being behind this (Congrats mate;
you passed a reverse Turing test) I was stunned and very happy at the same
time. Mr. (or Mrs; but I expect Mr.) graeme19121984: Happy new year to you!
I am happy to find people that have totally different ways of thinking than
I do and that makes this world a fascinating and wonderfull place. If I ever
run into you your first drink is on me.
Hajo
>--
> There are times,though not all that frequent, when I sincerely wish
> I had a better understanding of the English language.And then there
> are times, such as with this piece of work, when I doubt a better
> understanding would really help all that much........perhaps it is
> not too early for a drink afterall!!! :-D
>
> Sincerely,
>
> Peter Lenihan
> >
>
>
>
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Q: How many women does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: That's "womyn" with a Y, and it's not funny!
[Non-text portions of this message have been removed]
--- Inbolger@yahoogroups.com, "graeme19121984" <graeme19121984@...>
wrote:
I had a better understanding of the English language.And then there
are times, such as with this piece of work, when I doubt a better
understanding would really help all that much........perhaps it is
not too early for a drink afterall!!! :-D
Sincerely,
Peter Lenihan
wrote:
>yeh.
>
>
> from some coot lurker; ( where i got it from, an go the coOts/
> an I no you are too) ( might still be a winjammer here to thr somemetric
> day soone as oil today over 100$ a barrel record a nd thats
> here for oiIL about the same as a barrel of XXXX now)considwers
>
> What and where doo I remember that bolger hapyy new year
> thomas day?? weLL there''s SEA Bird eighty6 and ther666s uthers,but
> here: tyhanks to COOTS: we got sum origunal stuff for Bolgerados:of
>
> I truly have to to say I maen sincere real apolopgees for some
> the comntent early into ut and it could so eesily be fightingbut
> words for lots because it does mnake me pay careful attention,
> breathee in a bit, an lots wont get that feeling anyway but here'son
> been lots, but that was probly just a man (((DAY) (middddlrc;ass
> anglo whote did I say anglo anfd middle classs. and in his toimes
> erly 1900"s n not PC tuday: good stuff as Harry wood say: and good
> th coots too: tell you bout harry anotther chineese ok: read thismesg
> bolgrities - breathe in , and read theh meaning of the DAY: the
> of the Day - I could eezilly go there - think Bolger an out boardsan
> adventure an getting rid oif STUFF an doin it an just bre4athinthr
> salt :he
>
> o.
>
> Oh
>
>
> mr Bolger was goin on about so much more but nevertha less it ewas
> there an i felt it but the again t I h also read Reueel Parker an
> kinda hints about DAY ---- oooo ===== nonpareil--- (( what then isand
> bloody pariel? ) == Mowe,r huntington, not what you mow with,
> still tjere is respect that comes through DAY from Bolger hereansd
> there and Parker who said Bolger know a Sharpie etc etc anfothersd
> who know a parker etc.it
>
> Respect as it posses and passes and passes yey again and again and
> again each year and drink it down up still up we go and then down
> and up etcetera as:::feet
>
> "You and I at the end of it will get no more than he will six
> of mother earth. To the devil with your fifty years of dressshirt
> existence, trousers with pockets, and houses with doors, and alland
> the rest of the paraphernalia that goes to make up civilization.
> When are we happiest? The Look in your hands.... Is what you
> have succeeded in grasping worth any more than a fistful of yon
> gray ash in whos crumbling heap the last sparks are flickering
> passing away?"it
>
> T. F. Day, editor of The Rudder, 1911
>
>http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MessaboutW/message/19849
>
> was thi sthe 1900's? Boats, or then fashionable Theosophy? Or is
> allways boats anyway?!under
>
>
> must of been drinkin XXXX too i would say. not really a depressif
> just matter of fact to the ordinary ""man", but maybe thats how he
> was and yhat resonated wih boLger?? Matter of fact it is in fsct
>
> cheers
> grme
>
> an also ps S, if youse want to smell som of that salt taste, heres
> WINJAMMMMERS, the last commercial last fleet, 30000tons plus
> sail afteer ww 1 and ww2, yeh way to go an eighteen story highmasts
> an oral historyof those guys that sailed em, an whats' it ilkeabout
> the horn pregnant women sail type boats and all, an if I onlycould
> lift this table with my TEETH the drinks ud be all mine, b ut asit
> is i'm hanging off the wall horizontal by them same teeth rightnow
> if you belive it, horizuntal", cause of anothe rbet, but thentht's
> life in ant year I guess, an the typin is harder: it's lusten uphappy
> here, in the back ground but i'd bet youo mostly listne closey,
> new years all: (moNTY Python got it rong about FINLAND I'd recknyears
> course these ships need balls and more as well as wind up rm an a
> beautiful pregnancy
>
> )
>
> The Cape Horners (radio)
>
>http://www.abc.net.au/rn/hindsight/stories/2007/2111656.htm
>
> houses with doors, and mugs with handles, and mugs with boats and
> mugs and boats, happy new year, and here's to pockets a hundred
> on, and on.There are times,though not all that frequent, when I sincerely wish
I had a better understanding of the English language.And then there
are times, such as with this piece of work, when I doubt a better
understanding would really help all that much........perhaps it is
not too early for a drink afterall!!! :-D
Sincerely,
Peter Lenihan
>
from some coot lurker; ( where i got it from, an go the coOts/ yeh.
an I no you are too) ( might still be a winjammer here to thr some
day soone as oil today over 100$ a barrel record a nd thats metric
here for oiIL about the same as a barrel of XXXX now)
What and where doo I remember that bolger hapyy new year considwers
thomas day?? weLL there''s SEA Bird eighty6 and ther666s uthers, but
here: tyhanks to COOTS: we got sum origunal stuff for Bolgerados:
I truly have to to say I maen sincere real apolopgees for some of
the comntent early into ut and it could so eesily be fighting
words for lots because it does mnake me pay careful attention, but
breathee in a bit, an lots wont get that feeling anyway but here's
been lots, but that was probly just a man (((DAY) (middddlrc;ass
anglo whote did I say anglo anfd middle classs. and in his toimes
erly 1900"s n not PC tuday: good stuff as Harry wood say: and good on
th coots too: tell you bout harry anotther chineese ok: read this
bolgrities - breathe in , and read theh meaning of the DAY: the mesg
of the Day - I could eezilly go there - think Bolger an out boards an
adventure an getting rid oif STUFF an doin it an just bre4athin thr
salt :
o.
Oh
mr Bolger was goin on about so much more but nevertha less it ewas
there an i felt it but the again t I h also read Reueel Parker an he
kinda hints about DAY ---- oooo ===== nonpareil--- (( what then is
bloody pariel? ) == Mowe,r huntington, not what you mow with, and
still tjere is respect that comes through DAY from Bolger here ansd
there and Parker who said Bolger know a Sharpie etc etc anf othersd
who know a parker etc.
Respect as it posses and passes and passes yey again and again and
again each year and drink it down up still up we go and then down it
and up etcetera as:::
"You and I at the end of it will get no more than he will six feet
of mother earth. To the devil with your fifty years of dress shirt
existence, trousers with pockets, and houses with doors, and all
the rest of the paraphernalia that goes to make up civilization.
When are we happiest? The Look in your hands.... Is what you
have succeeded in grasping worth any more than a fistful of yon
gray ash in whos crumbling heap the last sparks are flickering and
passing away?"
T. F. Day, editor of The Rudder, 1911
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MessaboutW/message/19849
was thi sthe 1900's? Boats, or then fashionable Theosophy? Or is it
allways boats anyway?!
must of been drinkin XXXX too i would say. not really a depressif
just matter of fact to the ordinary ""man", but maybe thats how he
was and yhat resonated wih boLger?? Matter of fact it is in fsct
cheers
grme
an also ps S, if youse want to smell som of that salt taste, heres
WINJAMMMMERS, the last commercial last fleet, 30000tons plus under
sail afteer ww 1 and ww2, yeh way to go an eighteen story high masts
an oral historyof those guys that sailed em, an whats' it ilke about
the horn pregnant women sail type boats and all, an if I only could
lift this table with my TEETH the drinks ud be all mine, b ut a sit
is i'm hanging off the wall horizontal by them same teeth right now
if you belive it, horizuntal", cause of anothe rbet, but then tht's
life in ant year I guess, an the typin is harder: it's lusten up
here, in the back ground but i'd bet youo mostly listne closey, happy
new years all: (moNTY Python got it rong about FINLAND I'd reckn
course these ships need balls and more as well as wind up rm an a
beautiful pregnancy
)
The Cape Horners (radio)
http://www.abc.net.au/rn/hindsight/stories/2007/2111656.htm
houses with doors, and mugs with handles, and mugs with boats and
mugs and boats, happy new year, and here's to pockets a hundred years
on, and on.
an I no you are too) ( might still be a winjammer here to thr some
day soone as oil today over 100$ a barrel record a nd thats metric
here for oiIL about the same as a barrel of XXXX now)
What and where doo I remember that bolger hapyy new year considwers
thomas day?? weLL there''s SEA Bird eighty6 and ther666s uthers, but
here: tyhanks to COOTS: we got sum origunal stuff for Bolgerados:
I truly have to to say I maen sincere real apolopgees for some of
the comntent early into ut and it could so eesily be fighting
words for lots because it does mnake me pay careful attention, but
breathee in a bit, an lots wont get that feeling anyway but here's
been lots, but that was probly just a man (((DAY) (middddlrc;ass
anglo whote did I say anglo anfd middle classs. and in his toimes
erly 1900"s n not PC tuday: good stuff as Harry wood say: and good on
th coots too: tell you bout harry anotther chineese ok: read this
bolgrities - breathe in , and read theh meaning of the DAY: the mesg
of the Day - I could eezilly go there - think Bolger an out boards an
adventure an getting rid oif STUFF an doin it an just bre4athin thr
salt :
o.
Oh
mr Bolger was goin on about so much more but nevertha less it ewas
there an i felt it but the again t I h also read Reueel Parker an he
kinda hints about DAY ---- oooo ===== nonpareil--- (( what then is
bloody pariel? ) == Mowe,r huntington, not what you mow with, and
still tjere is respect that comes through DAY from Bolger here ansd
there and Parker who said Bolger know a Sharpie etc etc anf othersd
who know a parker etc.
Respect as it posses and passes and passes yey again and again and
again each year and drink it down up still up we go and then down it
and up etcetera as:::
"You and I at the end of it will get no more than he will six feet
of mother earth. To the devil with your fifty years of dress shirt
existence, trousers with pockets, and houses with doors, and all
the rest of the paraphernalia that goes to make up civilization.
When are we happiest? The Look in your hands.... Is what you
have succeeded in grasping worth any more than a fistful of yon
gray ash in whos crumbling heap the last sparks are flickering and
passing away?"
T. F. Day, editor of The Rudder, 1911
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MessaboutW/message/19849
was thi sthe 1900's? Boats, or then fashionable Theosophy? Or is it
allways boats anyway?!
must of been drinkin XXXX too i would say. not really a depressif
just matter of fact to the ordinary ""man", but maybe thats how he
was and yhat resonated wih boLger?? Matter of fact it is in fsct
cheers
grme
an also ps S, if youse want to smell som of that salt taste, heres
WINJAMMMMERS, the last commercial last fleet, 30000tons plus under
sail afteer ww 1 and ww2, yeh way to go an eighteen story high masts
an oral historyof those guys that sailed em, an whats' it ilke about
the horn pregnant women sail type boats and all, an if I only could
lift this table with my TEETH the drinks ud be all mine, b ut a sit
is i'm hanging off the wall horizontal by them same teeth right now
if you belive it, horizuntal", cause of anothe rbet, but then tht's
life in ant year I guess, an the typin is harder: it's lusten up
here, in the back ground but i'd bet youo mostly listne closey, happy
new years all: (moNTY Python got it rong about FINLAND I'd reckn
course these ships need balls and more as well as wind up rm an a
beautiful pregnancy
)
The Cape Horners (radio)
http://www.abc.net.au/rn/hindsight/stories/2007/2111656.htm
houses with doors, and mugs with handles, and mugs with boats and
mugs and boats, happy new year, and here's to pockets a hundred years
on, and on.