"ernst" poems - Hello Poetry

Bonjour buon giorno guten morgen despabílate amor y toma nota: sólo en el tercer mundo mueren cuarenta mil niños por día en el plácido cielo despejado flotan los bombarderos y losbuitres cuatro millones tienen sida la codicia depila la amazonia buenos días good morning despabílate en los ordenadores de la abuela onu no caben más cadáveres de ruandalos fundamentalistas degüellan aextranjeros predica el papa contra los condones havelange estrangula a maradona bonjour monsieur le maire forza italia buon giorno guten morgen ernst junger opus dei buenos días good morning hiroshima despabílate amor que el horror amanece

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Mario Benedetti

Despabílate amor

Bonjour buon giorno guten morgen despabílate amor y toma nota: sólo en el tercer mundo mueren cuarenta mil niños por día en el plácido cielo despejado flotan los bombarderos y losbuitres cuatro millones tienen sida la codicia depila la amazonia buenos días good morning despabílate en los ordenadores de la abuela onu no caben más cadáveres de ruandalos fundamentalistas degüellan aextranjeros predica el papa contra los condones havelange estrangula a maradona bonjour monsieur le maire forza italia buon giorno guten morgen ernst junger opus dei buenos días good morning hiroshima despabílate amor que el horror amanece

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ich danke dir ich dank dir nicht ich hoffe,... doch möchte ich es nicht ich denke heißt das ich bin alles kommt mal ans Licht Schicht für Schicht entfaltet die Wahrheit sich wie ein Kartenhaus bricht alles in sich und alles endet in einen Haufen nichts wenn das geschieht stehen wir vor dem Gericht allein und ohne nichts in dir kommen Gedanken nichts mehr ist zum Lachen Ernst ist gefragt und wenn du versagst liegt es allein in deiner Hand das wird die Zeit sein in der du dir sagst... von nichts kommt nichts ich bin ich und du bist der der du bist alles was ich will ist ein lächeln im Gesicht und ein schönes Gedicht

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Jun 5, 2013

Jun 5, 2013 at 10:53 AM UTC

waitherero

Ich bin Ich

ich danke dir ich dank dir nicht ich hoffe,... doch möchte ich es nicht ich denke heißt das ich bin alles kommt mal ans Licht Schicht für Schicht entfaltet die Wahrheit sich wie ein Kartenhaus bricht alles in sich und alles endet in einen Haufen nichts wenn das geschieht stehen wir vor dem Gericht allein und ohne nichts in dir kommen Gedanken nichts mehr ist zum Lachen Ernst ist gefragt und wenn du versagst liegt es allein in deiner Hand das wird die Zeit sein in der du dir sagst... von nichts kommt nichts ich bin ich und du bist der der du bist alles was ich will ist ein lächeln im Gesicht und ein schönes Gedicht

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HEART GALLERY You step forth from your bath as if you were a Bonard come alive spread yourself across crisp cool sheets as sensationally sensuous as a Modigliani **** or a Noguchi sculpture. Here, you Matisse if only for a brief moment now so Ernst! Now so playfully Picasso...ish! I smile as you Vermeer! "Come here & kiss me!" You my Magritte! You my Dali! You my laughing walking talking 'art gallery!

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Dec 16, 2015

Dec 16, 2015 at 7:06 PM UTC

donall-dempsey

HEART GALLERY

HEART GALLERY You step forth from your bath as if you were a Bonard come alive spread yourself across crisp cool sheets as sensationally sensuous as a Modigliani **** or a Noguchi sculpture. Here, you Matisse if only for a brief moment now so Ernst! Now so playfully Picasso...ish! I smile as you Vermeer! "Come here & kiss me!" You my Magritte! You my Dali! You my laughing walking talking 'art gallery!

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The true poem is not the work of the individual artist, it is the universe itself, the one work of art which is forever perfecting itself. Ernst Cassirer, from "An essay on Man"

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Jul 10, 2023

Jul 10, 2023 at 1:26 PM UTC

irinia

the poem

The true poem is not the work of the individual artist, it is the universe itself, the one work of art which is forever perfecting itself. Ernst Cassirer, from "An essay on Man"

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listen here and listen close I’ll tell you the story of a musical ghost Ernst the composer, with a lifelong dream of becoming a genius, a composition king he was born on a day like any other man, i'd say, into a jewish family where he studied the melody a melody that protruded from pianist hands throughout the symphonies from germany to england He was known far and wide in a land without pride as a musical guide where the Nazi’s reside Great misfortune mounted upon great toils, soiled by a life on the run this was his fate, to be cast out, and away like a broken, old picture frame and upon a new dawn to the westward and on he sought to find a home when there was nowhere to roam. He packed up his bags as he had little more than rags to flee to the free and away...from the **** regime and made it to america… so soon sorry for he faintly did fair the world was weary yet his book he still shared and he passed on his knowledge of his music, sublime his artistic ability to tame tone and time and from the day he was born to the day he passed on we’ll remember those teachings and those beautiful songs 1887 to 1964 ernst we still remember you and all that you lived for

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Mar 11, 2016

Mar 11, 2016 at 9:42 AM UTC

william-mclaughlin

Ernst Toch

listen here and listen close I’ll tell you the story of a musical ghost Ernst the composer, with a lifelong dream of becoming a genius, a composition king he was born on a day like any other man, i'd say, into a jewish family where he studied the melody a melody that protruded from pianist hands throughout the symphonies from germany to england He was known far and wide in a land without pride as a musical guide where the Nazi’s reside Great misfortune mounted upon great toils, soiled by a life on the run this was his fate, to be cast out, and away like a broken, old picture frame and upon a new dawn to the westward and on he sought to find a home when there was nowhere to roam. He packed up his bags as he had little more than rags to flee to the free and away...from the **** regime and made it to america… so soon sorry for he faintly did fair the world was weary yet his book he still shared and he passed on his knowledge of his music, sublime his artistic ability to tame tone and time and from the day he was born to the day he passed on we’ll remember those teachings and those beautiful songs 1887 to 1964 ernst we still remember you and all that you lived for

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Lieber, ist dies für Sie. Ich möchte Sie , stark zu bleiben , und ich weiß, dass eine schwierige Aufgabe ist . nur daran erinnern, dass ich hier bin für dich, und ich werde immer hier sein. Wenn Sie das Bedürfnis verspüren, zu sterben , denken Sie daran , dass ich mit dir bin. Ich hoffe, dass Sie mich ernst nehmen , und meine Liebe ernst. Ich gehe nicht weg, und ich hoffe, Sie werden auch nicht. Guten Morgen, Gute Nacht. my lover Mädchen Von, Bluten- Diamanten

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Apr 18, 2016

Apr 18, 2016 at 12:26 PM UTC

bleeding-diamonds

A love note for her

Lieber, ist dies für Sie. Ich möchte Sie , stark zu bleiben , und ich weiß, dass eine schwierige Aufgabe ist . nur daran erinnern, dass ich hier bin für dich, und ich werde immer hier sein. Wenn Sie das Bedürfnis verspüren, zu sterben , denken Sie daran , dass ich mit dir bin. Ich hoffe, dass Sie mich ernst nehmen , und meine Liebe ernst. Ich gehe nicht weg, und ich hoffe, Sie werden auch nicht. Guten Morgen, Gute Nacht. my lover Mädchen Von, Bluten- Diamanten

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I herd these sheep in the silence of the lambo I process trees into paper, smokin' ammo A solo man on a mission like I'm rambo Ernst and Young's got my ***** laundry handled. I can tell you ride high In Telluride skies As the crow flies From a perch with wide eyes Pour out a fifth of Bacardi When you're surrounded by lies Flush them out like John Gotti Ice picks their demise. Yea, rest in peace You heard me twice, I didn't blink Counting sheep Your contract's ceased, I signed the ink Time to sleep I raise a glass to have a drink I kissed your cheek Rats don't have time to think. I can tell you ride high In Telluride skies As a crow flies From a perch with wide eyes Pour out a fifth of Bacardi When you're surrounded by lies Flush them out like John Gotti Ice picks their demise.

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May 9, 2018

May 9, 2018 at 9:24 PM UTC

_trf

Telluride High

I herd these sheep in the silence of the lambo I process trees into paper, smokin' ammo A solo man on a mission like I'm rambo Ernst and Young's got my ***** laundry handled. I can tell you ride high In Telluride skies As the crow flies From a perch with wide eyes Pour out a fifth of Bacardi When you're surrounded by lies Flush them out like John Gotti Ice picks their demise. Yea, rest in peace You heard me twice, I didn't blink Counting sheep Your contract's ceased, I signed the ink Time to sleep I raise a glass to have a drink I kissed your cheek Rats don't have time to think. I can tell you ride high In Telluride skies As a crow flies From a perch with wide eyes Pour out a fifth of Bacardi When you're surrounded by lies Flush them out like John Gotti Ice picks their demise.

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!HEART GALLERY! You step forth from your bath as if you were a Bonard come alive spread yourself across crisp cool sheets as sensationally sensuous as a Modigliani **** or a Noguchi sculpture. Here, you Matisse if only for a brief moment now so Ernst! Now so playfully Picasso...ish! I smile as you Vermeer! "Come here & kiss me!" You my Magritte! You my Dali! You my laughing walking talking 'art gallery!

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Dec 18, 2018

Dec 18, 2018 at 7:17 PM UTC

donall-dempsey

!HEART GALLERY!

!HEART GALLERY! You step forth from your bath as if you were a Bonard come alive spread yourself across crisp cool sheets as sensationally sensuous as a Modigliani **** or a Noguchi sculpture. Here, you Matisse if only for a brief moment now so Ernst! Now so playfully Picasso...ish! I smile as you Vermeer! "Come here & kiss me!" You my Magritte! You my Dali! You my laughing walking talking 'art gallery!

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This Is Ragnarok The violent end of worlds you’re pagan ancestors feared Watch as the strikes from Thor steal your comrades from you No Valkyries to guide you No Valhalla to welcome you Ankle deep in mud and rats and **** you load your rifle begging the God you believe in that you won’t have to **** another man How did you find yourself here? An Englishman fighting Germans in France Because a Serbian killed an Austrian in Bosnia Or an Italian, 43 years after your country was unified Or a Serbian, longing to free your countrymen from Austro-Hungarian oppression Or maybe your a Russian, a Frenchman, a Turk Hear the whistle blow Now is your time to storm from the trenches into razor wire and the the hail of bullets You will likely be slaughtered Like the 40,000 French soldier during one week of the war This is a tragedy But this is also a holy experience Like for T E Lawrence Fighting for a cause he never thought he would believe in Or Ernst Jünger Surviving bullet after bullet Endless bombardments This is the heroes journey Do not let your children’s children take away from your sacrifice When they say you died for nothing You believed in your nation and you believed in yourself Do not let them take that away from you You who returned home and were ignored if not simply forgotten Who returned home missing limbs, missing homes, missing loved ones You who were traumatized shell shocked Who could not return home Who returned to what was supposed to be home But life went on without you So you found those who fought with you From your bonds you formed brotherhoods Formed paramilitaries But that all comes later Right now you look death in the eyes and can’t help but laugh Laugh to keep yourself from crying Laugh because you have never felt more alive than in this moment and never will again And in this moment you can’t help but cry out AVANTI ARDITI

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Jul 28, 2019

Jul 28, 2019 at 10:14 PM UTC

daniel-robinson

AVANTI ARDITI A Poem for the Soldiers of WW1

This Is Ragnarok The violent end of worlds you’re pagan ancestors feared Watch as the strikes from Thor steal your comrades from you No Valkyries to guide you No Valhalla to welcome you Ankle deep in mud and rats and **** you load your rifle begging the God you believe in that you won’t have to **** another man How did you find yourself here? An Englishman fighting Germans in France Because a Serbian killed an Austrian in Bosnia Or an Italian, 43 years after your country was unified Or a Serbian, longing to free your countrymen from Austro-Hungarian oppression Or maybe your a Russian, a Frenchman, a Turk Hear the whistle blow Now is your time to storm from the trenches into razor wire and the the hail of bullets You will likely be slaughtered Like the 40,000 French soldier during one week of the war This is a tragedy But this is also a holy experience Like for T E Lawrence Fighting for a cause he never thought he would believe in Or Ernst Jünger Surviving bullet after bullet Endless bombardments This is the heroes journey Do not let your children’s children take away from your sacrifice When they say you died for nothing You believed in your nation and you believed in yourself Do not let them take that away from you You who returned home and were ignored if not simply forgotten Who returned home missing limbs, missing homes, missing loved ones You who were traumatized shell shocked Who could not return home Who returned to what was supposed to be home But life went on without you So you found those who fought with you From your bonds you formed brotherhoods Formed paramilitaries But that all comes later Right now you look death in the eyes and can’t help but laugh Laugh to keep yourself from crying Laugh because you have never felt more alive than in this moment and never will again And in this moment you can’t help but cry out AVANTI ARDITI

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*ich bin nein sympathisant, bin ernst betreffen (verb without adjective modulation): https://goo.gl/h0VEjA.* as the solid red partisans' plague brought a censor to emerge from a politico volcano - dehumanised with the plucking of petted eyes of cats out to engage dehumanisation of man against man - should it be a lessened esteem - then iron swastikas may be readied now - SALUTE! SALUTE! AVE HERR EMPEROR CHARLIE CHAPLIN! i love comedy, the last refinement teasing the lineage of what's taboo; and the last survivor of the tank dubbed fury was a coward - in death as in coordinate we came to press a bleeding wound with our hand - but not a retreat of hopes, as the soldiery faction came to revise a return to the everyday, once in the ***** of Mars, forever in the twin wombs of Mars's quest for continual war in the eyes, for once in the ***** of Mars a homosexual in the hands of Venus, bruderschaft die für immer - but as said... die Eisen Hakenkreuz... the iron ******** with India sleeping into a populace of over one billion - the Roma beggar playing the Accordion while the ᛋᛋ men marched to a drumbeat of *wo wir sind da geht's immer vorwärts, und der teufel der lacht nur dazu! aha, ha, ha, ha, ha!* insomniac buggers, with amphetamine injections while the opposing side tamed a lack of courage with alcohol; these beggars with the amphetamines like the Luftwaffe and the caliphate soldiers of twins Syria and Iraq among the bookmarks of the 21st century, conspiracy theories and 24 years without sleep after the Vietnam war - ingesting serotonin tablets to provide the natural equilibrates of sleeping.

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Apr 22, 2016

Apr 22, 2016 at 8:44 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

die Eisen Hakenkreuz

*ich bin nein sympathisant, bin ernst betreffen (verb without adjective modulation): https://goo.gl/h0VEjA.* as the solid red partisans' plague brought a censor to emerge from a politico volcano - dehumanised with the plucking of petted eyes of cats out to engage dehumanisation of man against man - should it be a lessened esteem - then iron swastikas may be readied now - SALUTE! SALUTE! AVE HERR EMPEROR CHARLIE CHAPLIN! i love comedy, the last refinement teasing the lineage of what's taboo; and the last survivor of the tank dubbed fury was a coward - in death as in coordinate we came to press a bleeding wound with our hand - but not a retreat of hopes, as the soldiery faction came to revise a return to the everyday, once in the ***** of Mars, forever in the twin wombs of Mars's quest for continual war in the eyes, for once in the ***** of Mars a homosexual in the hands of Venus, bruderschaft die für immer - but as said... die Eisen Hakenkreuz... the iron ******** with India sleeping into a populace of over one billion - the Roma beggar playing the Accordion while the ᛋᛋ men marched to a drumbeat of *wo wir sind da geht's immer vorwärts, und der teufel der lacht nur dazu! aha, ha, ha, ha, ha!* insomniac buggers, with amphetamine injections while the opposing side tamed a lack of courage with alcohol; these beggars with the amphetamines like the Luftwaffe and the caliphate soldiers of twins Syria and Iraq among the bookmarks of the 21st century, conspiracy theories and 24 years without sleep after the Vietnam war - ingesting serotonin tablets to provide the natural equilibrates of sleeping.

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Pseudogedichte Mag ich Immer wieder Schreib' ich Nehm mich selbst nicht ernst Versteck' ich meine Wahrheit Verstecke meinen Schmerz. Will Menschen zum Lachen bringen, Will Freude in sie auswringen, Die letzte, die ich habe Nur heute noch, Einer der letzten Tage. So scheint es. In mir weint es. Es schreit - Die Angst vorm Tod. Wie fühlten sich die Verurteilten? Diejenigen, die wussten, Bald werden sie tot? Hätten sie noch körperliche Schmerzen zu beklagen? Hatten sie noch Schwere auf dem Herzen? Ich frage mich das Wahrscheinlich umsonst.

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Dec 14, 2023

Dec 14, 2023 at 4:42 AM UTC

silvervi

Pseudogedichte

Pseudogedichte Mag ich Immer wieder Schreib' ich Nehm mich selbst nicht ernst Versteck' ich meine Wahrheit Verstecke meinen Schmerz. Will Menschen zum Lachen bringen, Will Freude in sie auswringen, Die letzte, die ich habe Nur heute noch, Einer der letzten Tage. So scheint es. In mir weint es. Es schreit - Die Angst vorm Tod. Wie fühlten sich die Verurteilten? Diejenigen, die wussten, Bald werden sie tot? Hätten sie noch körperliche Schmerzen zu beklagen? Hatten sie noch Schwere auf dem Herzen? Ich frage mich das Wahrscheinlich umsonst.

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אני יכול לזכור...I can remember I. in the ashes of Auschwitz February 2018 / Shevat 5778 there exists no kol hachavvyot, the Infinite One bring/ing all of reality into be-ing. there is no 'ehyeh 'asher 'ehyeh who formed Light, who created Darkness. II. the candles of the Vanished World are no longer sown in the seasons of breath. in 1920 Vilna, Yehu'dit bones were excavated for horses to be buried, all by the tongue of a priest covered in ambergris. in 2018 Cyberia alleys, the malefactor mime cries as Long Island parhelia flicker in the seasonal ice around his little girls. III. the cypress of the Kingdom of Night are amidst natz'ri house gardens, marking in the mouths of opus dei children the straws of Poland. long after midnight we seek solace in One-Eyed Paritus's Meditations obliques, where Sol Nazerman's zoharic midrashim of Shabtai Zisel are narrated by Claude Lanzmann. the quantum nonlocality of the corpse of ha'Kodesh Barukh hu is the Hollerith tracking number. IV. Nach uraltem, aengstlich beheutetem Klostergeheimnis lernen selbst Greise muehelos Kavier spielen. -- Max Ernst this is to the memories z"l of Rod Steiger 14 April 1925-9 July 2002 Roman Vischniac 19 August 1897-22 January 1990 Rose Leamel Ziebell (1933-2007) Dottie Sutton (1922-2015) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ © 3 February 2018 / 18 Shevat 5778 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ STEPHAN PICKERING / חפץ ח"ם בן אברהם Torah אלילה Yehu'di Apikores / Philologia Kabbalistica Speculativa Researcher לחיות זמן רב ולשגשג...לעולם לא עוד THE KABBALAH FRACTALS PROJECT לעולם לא אשכח

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Jun 30, 2018

Jun 30, 2018 at 12:40 AM UTC

stephan-pickering

אני יכול לזכור...I can remember

אני יכול לזכור...I can remember I. in the ashes of Auschwitz February 2018 / Shevat 5778 there exists no kol hachavvyot, the Infinite One bring/ing all of reality into be-ing. there is no 'ehyeh 'asher 'ehyeh who formed Light, who created Darkness. II. the candles of the Vanished World are no longer sown in the seasons of breath. in 1920 Vilna, Yehu'dit bones were excavated for horses to be buried, all by the tongue of a priest covered in ambergris. in 2018 Cyberia alleys, the malefactor mime cries as Long Island parhelia flicker in the seasonal ice around his little girls. III. the cypress of the Kingdom of Night are amidst natz'ri house gardens, marking in the mouths of opus dei children the straws of Poland. long after midnight we seek solace in One-Eyed Paritus's Meditations obliques, where Sol Nazerman's zoharic midrashim of Shabtai Zisel are narrated by Claude Lanzmann. the quantum nonlocality of the corpse of ha'Kodesh Barukh hu is the Hollerith tracking number. IV. Nach uraltem, aengstlich beheutetem Klostergeheimnis lernen selbst Greise muehelos Kavier spielen. -- Max Ernst this is to the memories z"l of Rod Steiger 14 April 1925-9 July 2002 Roman Vischniac 19 August 1897-22 January 1990 Rose Leamel Ziebell (1933-2007) Dottie Sutton (1922-2015) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ © 3 February 2018 / 18 Shevat 5778 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ STEPHAN PICKERING / חפץ ח"ם בן אברהם Torah אלילה Yehu'di Apikores / Philologia Kabbalistica Speculativa Researcher לחיות זמן רב ולשגשג...לעולם לא עוד THE KABBALAH FRACTALS PROJECT לעולם לא אשכח

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Lawrence Hall, HSG [email protected] “Anglo-Saxon Students Would Not Like to Be Taught by a Jew” cited in -Stanley Kunitz Lyrics, Songs, and Albums | Genius To the Privileged Youth of Columbia University: As a child of situational poverty I am so grateful for all my Jewish teachers Including Moses Joshua Jeremiah Samuel David Solomon Jesus, Mary, and Joseph Saint Peter and the others in The Twelve Saint Paul Elie Weisel Chaim Potok Herman Wouk Leon Uris Franz Kafka Leonard Cohen Anne Frank Bernard Malamud Isaac Bashevis Singer Philip Roth Osip Mandelstam Saul Bellow Isaac Asimov Woody Allen Mel Brooks Edna Ferber Yip Harburg George Cukor Mel Brooks Oscar Hammerstein Alan Lerner Carl Reiner Rod Serling Franz Werfel Alan Arkin Claire Bloom Leonard Nimoy Chaim Topol Ed Asner Mel Brooks Peter Falk Werner Klemperer Jack Klugman Walter Matthau Tony Randall Mel Torme John Banner Kirk Douglas Lorne Greene Eli Wallach Sam Wanamaker Morey Amsterdam Leo Genn Otto Preminger Jack Benny Leslie Howard Ernst Lubitsch Cecil B. DeMille Mortimer Adler Allen Bloom Harold Bloom Irving Berlin Boris Pasternak Emil Ludwig Eric Wolfgang Korngold Elmer Bernstein Max Steiner George Gershwin Dimitri Tiomkin Samuel Fuller Alexander Korda Zoltan Korda Emeric Pressburger Erich von Stroheim Billy Wilder William Wyler Fred Zinnemann J. J. Abrams Peter Bogdanovich Michael Curtiz Stanley Donen Stanley Kramer Howard Caine Leon Askin Robert Clary Dinah Shore Stephen Sondheim Volodymyr Zelinsky Simon Schama Louise Gluck Siegfried Sassoon Isaac Rosenberg Joseph Brodsky Rob Morrow Vasily Grossman Stanley Kubrick Viktor Frankl And more, so many more, a cloud of witnesses Whose names are written in gold on a scroll in Heaven But somehow, in this world of beauty and truth And humanity’s aspirations to the good All you have found are bullhorns, trash fires, chants Clinched fists, obscenities, lies, and shrieking hate

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Apr 19, 2024

Apr 19, 2024 at 12:12 PM UTC

lawrence-hall

"Anglo-Saxon Students Would Not Like to Be Taught by a Jew"

Lawrence Hall, HSG [email protected] “Anglo-Saxon Students Would Not Like to Be Taught by a Jew” cited in -Stanley Kunitz Lyrics, Songs, and Albums | Genius To the Privileged Youth of Columbia University: As a child of situational poverty I am so grateful for all my Jewish teachers Including Moses Joshua Jeremiah Samuel David Solomon Jesus, Mary, and Joseph Saint Peter and the others in The Twelve Saint Paul Elie Weisel Chaim Potok Herman Wouk Leon Uris Franz Kafka Leonard Cohen Anne Frank Bernard Malamud Isaac Bashevis Singer Philip Roth Osip Mandelstam Saul Bellow Isaac Asimov Woody Allen Mel Brooks Edna Ferber Yip Harburg George Cukor Mel Brooks Oscar Hammerstein Alan Lerner Carl Reiner Rod Serling Franz Werfel Alan Arkin Claire Bloom Leonard Nimoy Chaim Topol Ed Asner Mel Brooks Peter Falk Werner Klemperer Jack Klugman Walter Matthau Tony Randall Mel Torme John Banner Kirk Douglas Lorne Greene Eli Wallach Sam Wanamaker Morey Amsterdam Leo Genn Otto Preminger Jack Benny Leslie Howard Ernst Lubitsch Cecil B. DeMille Mortimer Adler Allen Bloom Harold Bloom Irving Berlin Boris Pasternak Emil Ludwig Eric Wolfgang Korngold Elmer Bernstein Max Steiner George Gershwin Dimitri Tiomkin Samuel Fuller Alexander Korda Zoltan Korda Emeric Pressburger Erich von Stroheim Billy Wilder William Wyler Fred Zinnemann J. J. Abrams Peter Bogdanovich Michael Curtiz Stanley Donen Stanley Kramer Howard Caine Leon Askin Robert Clary Dinah Shore Stephen Sondheim Volodymyr Zelinsky Simon Schama Louise Gluck Siegfried Sassoon Isaac Rosenberg Joseph Brodsky Rob Morrow Vasily Grossman Stanley Kubrick Viktor Frankl And more, so many more, a cloud of witnesses Whose names are written in gold on a scroll in Heaven But somehow, in this world of beauty and truth And humanity’s aspirations to the good All you have found are bullhorns, trash fires, chants Clinched fists, obscenities, lies, and shrieking hate

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Jan 26, 2019

Jan 26, 2019 at 10:59 AM UTC

johnny-noiπ

(Sugar Bicycle) gagging cannot be avoided

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