Mon, 17 Mar 2003
18:01:05 -0800 (PST)
From: Joseph
Vasquez" <jvasque8@yahoo.com>
Subject: a pitch
coming soon to a
cable box near you!
a world in need
of a leader . . . .
a man in search
of a purpose . . .
out of the ashes
of texas . . .
a hero will rise
. . .
<cue
triumphant horns>
this spring,
george w. bush is . . .
big brother!
Oceania (usa,
britain,australia) is now poised against
the evil threat
of iraq . . . but waiting in the wings
is eurasia
(france, germany, russia) and the ever
menacing east asia
(certainly china, north korea?).
this time,
you're either with us, or against us!
don't miss a
single shot fired! tune in nightly on fox
cable news
network! let's roll!
on a serious
note: god save america, god save the
troops. i do not
mean to suggest that the war will go
badly, on the
contrary, much like the mexican-american
war there is
little doubt of the outcome of this
military
exercise(barring any unforeseen disaster that
i don't even
want to think of). i also don't want it
to be said that
i support saddam. even i am not that
unbalanced. but,
the one question i have is: what good
has come of war,
EVER? true, ww2 saved lives, but it
could have been
prevented back in 1918. the american
civil war freed
tha slaves, but it also helped fuel
the racist fire
throughout the nation. pride . . .
desire . . .
greed . . . capitalism. these are some of
the root causes
of our current situation. does anyone
remember that
right after september 11, 2001 a report
was released
that revealed that in the 1970s the
airlines were
advised to install security doors on all
cockpits to
prevent a terrorist take over? why wasn't
it? profit
margin! i apologize for my rant and i
apologize for my
continued marxist attitude (please
don't remind me
that communism failed, that does not
take anything
away from the argument that capitalism,
as it is
currently practiced, is quite inhumane) but
if i don't
subject all of you to my ideas, i will feel
i have done
nothing. "what's the use", one may ask.
"the
use", i suggest, is that, to take a line from
aids activists,
silence equals death. this madness
must end. here
is a poem that i know many of you have
read many times.
for those of you who haven't, please
do.
ÒSeptember 1,
1939Ó
W. H. Auden
I sit in one of
the dives
On Fifty-second
Street
Uncertain and
afraid
As the clever
hopes expire
Of a low
dishonest decade:
Waves of anger
and fear
Circulate over
the bright
And darkened
lands of the earth,
Obsessing our
private lives;
The
unmentionable odour of death
Offends the September
night.
Accurate
scholarship can
Unearth the
whole offence
From Luther
until now
That has driven
a culture mad,
Find what
occurred at Linz,
What huge imago
made
A psychopathic
god:
I and the public
know
What all
schoolchildren learn,
Those to whom
evil is done
Do evil in
return.
Exiled
Thucydides knew
All that a
speech can say
About Democracy,
And what
dictators do,
The elderly
rubbish they talk
To an apathetic
grave;
Analysed all in
his book,
The
enlightenment driven away,
The habit-forming
pain,
Mismanagement
and grief:
We must suffer
them all again.
Into this
neutral air
Where blind
skyscrapers use
Their full
height to proclaim
The strength of
Collective Man,
Each language
pours its vain
Competitive
excuse:
But who can live
for long
In an euphoric
dream;
Out of the
mirror they stare,
Imperialism's
face
And the
international wrong.
Faces along the
bar
Cling to their
average day:
The lights must
never go out,
The music must
always play,
All the
conventions conspire
To make this
fort assume
The furniture of
home;
Lest we should
see where we are,
Lost in a
haunted wood,
Children afraid
of the night
Who have never
been happy or good.
The windiest
militant trash
Important
Persons shout
Is not so crude
as our wish:
What mad
Nijinsky wrote
About Diaghilev
Is true of the
normal heart;
For the error
bred in the bone
Of each woman
and each man
Craves what it
cannot have,
Not universal
love
But to be loved
alone.
From the
conservative dark
Into the ethical
life
The dense commuters
come,
Repeating their
morning vow;
"I will be
true to the wife,
I'll concentrate
more on my work,"
And helpless
governors wake
To resume their
compulsory game:
Who can release
them now,
Who can reach
the deaf,
Who can speak
for the dumb?
All I have is a
voice
To undo the
folded lie,
The romantic lie
in the brain
Of the sensual
man-in-the-street
And the lie of
Authority
Whose buildings
grope the sky:
There is no such
thing as the State
And no one
exists alone;
Hunger allows no
choice
To the citizen
or the police;
We must love one
another or die.
Defenceless
under the night
Our world in
stupor lies;
Yet, dotted
everywhere,
Ironic points of
light
Flash out
wherever the Just
Exchange their
messages:
May I, composed
like them
Of Eros and of
dust,
Beleaguered by
the same
Negation and
despair,
Show an
affirming flame.
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Date: Tue, 18 Mar 2003 15:11:50 -0800
Subject: Re: a pitch
From: "Richard
Winters" <jdrudge@earthlink.net>
Is it the human seed
that blooms with flowers of death,
that coruscates the skies
with mad explosiveness?
REW
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From: MaddogMV@aol.com
Date: Sat, 22 Mar 2003 02:54:08 EST
Subject: Re: a pitch
Awesome movie pitch MR. vasquez. I will see if
my Mom can get you a job at fox. I doubt if they would hire you though,
considering the fact that they run one of the most conservative, right wing
news channel in the world. I saw Bill OÕReilly for the first time and I
couldnÕt help but laugh. THE guy is just scary. HE has been in favor of the war
since day one. HE wants the war to fought at any cost. Even if it means cutting
back spending on such things as welfare and education. He said he is only
looking out for the well being of his family. DoesnÕt education count as well?
The protests continue, but we
should be worried about something else. The well being of all the troops. I
hope for their sake that the war comes to an end and soon. I applaud the Iraqi
troops for standing down rather than be killed. They also help to lower our
casualty rate. But I feel sorry for them because they are giving up there lives
in a way. But what would you choose: staying and fighting, or a sure ride to
life in prison? since some poetry seems to be the theme of these recent emails
I have decided to try my hand at it. Also if you guys get a chance I
recommend reading mark TwainÕs beautifully written, kinda poem story type thing
entitled ÒWar Prayer.Ó It is something that can be applied to any war past,
present or future.
there are voices for war
and voices for peace
a leader with selective hearing
makes a decision god help us all
The time for protest is over,
voices of dissent and shocking-awe
need to be stopped
One voice is needed now,
one hope for all;
safe return of all young warriors
and a quick end to it all
MIKE e.V.
The greatest griefs are those we cause ourselves.
-
Sophocles
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From: Eric
Burgess [SMTP:zteecher@yahoo.com]
Subject: re: a
pitch
Sent: 3/21/03
7:01 PM
then
i was inspired
by
a sleek red
sports car
that filled me
with
tremors of
wonder
now
i am saddened by
a stained-red
uniform
that fills me
with
shock and awe
eb
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