encounter with Xylazine:
www.beyond-the-pale.uk/tranq.htm
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| picture allegedly from The California Examiner offered me by nice Mr.Google |
encounter with Xylazine:
www.beyond-the-pale.uk/tranq.htm
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| picture allegedly from The California Examiner offered me by nice Mr.Google |
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Did you Spot The Mistake ?
The text in the photo reads Unites States instead of United States.
The double vision was a result of the tranq. I have done some re-writing of the text.
Yours, still manic,
Anthony.
PS I wonder who or where you are.
I've been following your blog almost daily since the early 2010s, having stumbled in here through some link from one of the antinatalist blogs, which by and large do no longer exist.
I think many moons ago I merely alluded to my whereabouts in some other comment. So, to be more precise: I'm in Bavaria.
As for myself, there isn't much to tell. I'm mostly a recluse who is looking forward to finally leaving his room for a as long as possible hike a.s.a.p. after roughly seven years of predominantly living as a shutdowned, "burned out", regretting, inwardly expatiating [is this inpatiating?] hikikomori. :)
Yours,
M.[artin]
Gosh! I have a fan! Oh, you poor thing. You’ll have to be rescued and brought to Free Western Normality – maybe in an old cruise liner housing refugees who were unfortunate and misinformed enough to seek a home in Britain.
I don’t remember you saying you were in Bavaria, but … you know, memory is unreliable. Especially mine. I think you may actually be Bavarian (?) Gosh! I may have a German fan! Well, perhaps not fan, but ‘blog-follower’.
The problem with anti-natalist blogs is that really there is nothing to say beyond anti-natalism. I must confess that I don’t follow any blogs. If you can direct me to an interesting one, please do so!
I have another follower, a Lithuanian who now lives in luxury in Colorado. She restores violins and violas as a hobby. We share an interest in music of various kinds, including Arabic – though I haven’t yet converted her to North Indian Classical music ! Today she sent me a link to a wonderful youTube live performance of Schubert’s second piano trio from the Hochrhein Musikfestival. (Handsome bearded pianist.)
I guess that music was my first connection with Kultur. There wasn’t much in Belfast in the 1940s, but I had a wind-up gramophone and ten-inch 78 rpm records of Grieg’s piano concerto interpreted by Benno Moiseivitsch. I have no idea how these (6 or more) records came to be in our house. There were also recordings by Paul Robeson and by genuine Gospel groups of the 1920s. My family was Ulster Protestant British Imperialist Germanophobe… “Go figure” as they say in the former English colony across the Atlantic.
But my mother took me to the rare performances of classical ballet – Swan Lake, The Nutcracker, Coppélia and so on…even Petroushka! Thus I loved Tchaikovsky…who led me to Sibelius and my distant love-affair with Finnish culture. One of my paintings (circa 1970) is titled “Lemminkäinen and the Old Woman of Pojha”. It is somewhere in the cellar below me, having been sent with several others from Northern Ireland by the Lincolnshire “Bearz”, who decided last summer that we should part - though we had never lived together, “merely” visited each other for 30 yearz. I never got to Finland, though a Finnish professor of Philology bought one of my paintings some 50 years ago. It was a very good one. I wonder what happened to it…
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Because I’m not nearly as ‘intelligent’ as I was told I was (this is very ugly English, sorry!) I didn’t realise that I was an ‘outsider’. I didn’t even know the word until sometime in the 1960s (Colin Wilson’s book of that name and of course Camus’ unpleasant L’Etranger which I did not like). But I lived in my own bubble of ‘classical’ music, and then (because I stole books from the only two general [as opposed to Christian] bookshops in Belfast) classical literature. I graduated from Dumas to Balzac, then Zola, then…Grass and Mann (only Felix Krull which was the first funny book I ever read)…and on to Turgenev, Dostoyevski and Tolstoy. English literature, apart from Wuthering Heights and the novels of ‘George Eliot’ and Thomas Hardy, passed me by. I still have not read Jane Austen or Charlotte Brontë. I dislike Virginia Woolf for more or less the same reason as I dislike Proust. But I loved Günther Grass, and Brecht. From Brecht’s Schweik I moved to Hašek’s Svejk… And somehow I discovered Rilke (another great Czech).
All this ‘on my own’, alone, because I had no-one with whom to share all this excitement. Then, sometime in my twenties I discovered van Gogh and realised that I loved painting. So I started painting. Eventually, I guess via the valiant Vincent, I discovered German Expressionism.
Born in Berkshire, England, in 1941, not far from the Blitzkrieg on London; brought up to be anti-German, I slowly became Germanophile. In 1986 I was offered a 2-week show of my metamorfotos Am Underen Ufer in WestBerlin, and I fell in love with a sensual wolfish German from KarlMarxStadt (now, alas! Chemnitz again, though Bismarck, Ontario, still exists under the hideous name of Kitchener) who had been ‘bought’ by the Bundesrepublik. He spoke not a word of English, so I quickly learned basic German (not so difficult, since I had previously learned Danish when I was heterosexual). Then I discovered a wonderful German poet (not as great as Yeats or Shakespeare or Baudelaire, of course…but…) the pungent Hans-Magnus Enzensberger, who translates quite well into English. See my web-page www.beyond-the-pale.uk/enzensberger.htm
Having just checked that page, I followed a link to a page which I have absolutely no recollection of creating or uploading…then followed another link to my avant-garde film of 1962 on youTube…
Yours with memory loss,
Anthony.
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PS I have just discovered another web-page which I have no recollection of cuploading: www.beyond-the-pale.uk/outcyber.htm
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