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"leipzig" poems
*Beethoven once said of the cantor of Leipzig “Not a stream but an ocean.”* Sebastian Bach wove sonic tapestries and scoffed at notions of genius “Anyone who pays the price can do it.” Whether for Sunday’s choir or ***** or for a palace fete of state, The fountains of his bounteous spring embellished every age and station. Yet he could crack a joke or two in a cantata to coffee’s pleasures - sipping from a sturdy cup of nature's matchless brew. Flutists, fiddlers, singers, organists, children and masters alike, have netted hearty sustenance from the seas of his boundless vision. But modesty forbade him boast the importance of his station - affixing to his noblest works, a trio of humblest words, “Soli Deo Gloria.” December, 2007
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Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 3:40 PM UTC
Johann Sebastian Bach
At Austerlitz I two nations vanquished; making me historically distinguished. At Marengo I had Austria subdued; then I was to honour undoubtedly glued. At the Pyramids, Mamluks kissed the sands; then like a French Pharaoh I annexed their lands. At Jena-Auerstadt, Prussia to her knees fell, to avoid carnage, and possibly hell. At Borodino, Kutuzov my boots licked, as his Russian forces had their arses kicked. At Ligny, Blucher like a coward fled, as his smitten forces profusely bled. At Toulon I first distinguished myself for a career that would exalt oneself. Rolica, Leipzig, Waterloo like curses came, but history will forever my triumphs reclaim.
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Dec 4, 2022
Dec 4, 2022 at 7:16 AM UTC
Napoleon's Victories
a city old in trades, in cultivation of the arts based on industrious commerce of its citizens who boast the world's oldest commercial fair the city in which Martin Luther and Melanchthon led fierce disputes with delegations of the Pope where J. S. Bach found stimulus and time to master harmony and rhythm close to perfection, (and that was shocked listening to Leibniz's monadologies), the city of which Goethe spoke with praise, that saw Napoleon defeated on the nearby battlefield (and built a monument of quite imposing ugliness one hundred years after the fact), this city suffered hard from two world wars followed by over forty years of dreams gone sour of a new society, until, most recently, this city once again became a catalyst of major change. Yet those who kept their meetings at St. Niklas' church and by their stubborn protest helped to reunite a country separated by walls for generations - those you don't see, walking the streets of Leipzig now. What strikes the eye (besides the crumbling blackened ruins of former glory, and strip-mined land just out of town) is Wall Street's new frontier, the bustling peddlers of new easy wealth as they appear on every street downtown, offering anything from oranges to shoes and South Pacific cruises. Ramshackled pre-fabs built on shabby parking lots already stake the claims of big banks, business and insurance companies that promise earnings, safety and security to eager though bewildered customers. "Pecunia non olet" says the poster of the postal savings bank, and shows a happy pig rooting in money. Old stores, in order to survive, have started selling new and shiny goods to happy new consumers, only a few resist and hesitate to walk a mile for the melange of fast food, cigarettes and ***** offered at makeshift stands that seem have come to symbolize the great new freedom of the new Wild East. * * *
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Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 4:05 PM UTC
Leipzig 1990
a city old in trades, in cultivation of the arts based on industrious commerce of its citizens who boast the world's oldest commercial fair the city in which Martin Luther and Melanchthon led fierce disputes with delegations of the Pope where J. S. Bach found stimulus and time to master harmony and rhythm close to perfection, (and that was shocked listening to Leibniz's monadologies), the city of which Goethe spoke with praise, that saw Napoleon defeated on the nearby battlefield (and built a monument of quite imposing ugliness one hundred years after the fact), this city suffered hard from two world wars followed by over forty years of dreams gone sour of a new society, until, most recently, this city once again became a catalyst of major change. Yet those who kept their meetings at St. Niklas' church and by their stubborn protest helped to reunite a country separated by walls for generations - those you don't see, walking the streets of Leipzig now. What strikes the eye (besides the crumbling blackened ruins of former glory, and strip-mined land just out of town) is Wall Street's new frontier, the bustling peddlers of new easy wealth as they appear on every street downtown, offering anything from oranges to shoes and South Pacific cruises. Ramshackled pre-fabs built on shabby parking lots already stake the claims of big banks, business and insurance companies that promise earnings, safety and security to eager though bewildered customers. "Pecunia non olet" says the poster of the postal savings bank, and shows a happy pig rooting in money. Old stores, in order to survive, have started selling new and shiny goods to happy new consumers, only a few resist and hesitate to walk a mile for the melange of fast food, cigarettes and ***** offered at makeshift stands that seem have come to symbolize the great new freedom of the new Wild East. * * *
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simply a girl imagine being called karin ulbricht imagine being a student imagine being unhappy imagine demonstrating in leipzig imagine it was early november 1989 imagine being arrested imagine girls separated from boys imagine being taken to the barracks imagine that this was east germany imagine it was the cold war imagine that you were ******* terrified imagine you were defiant imagine you wanted to change things imagine that you actually did imagine that you were just a girl imagine that you were the girl imagine that you are her imagine that you stood against the whole communist world imagine that this was you imagine that you helped knock the berlin wall down...
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Jan 18, 2018
Jan 18, 2018 at 11:12 PM UTC
simply a girl
MEPHISTOPHELES [with a solemn gesture]. False word and shape compel Mind and space by this spell! Be here, be there as well! [They stop in astonishment and stare at each other.] ALTMAYER. Where am I? What a wonderland.
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Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 3:48 PM UTC
Faust: Part One; Auerbach's Tavern In Leipzig
A C H T U N G   acht         neun         acht         sechs          vier          fünf           zwo sechs          drei         eins          fünf        sieben          acht           null    the         radio            spews             over          and          over         again   void of      meaning.           or                 so                 they          want    us to         think           as          the       concrete           wall keeps       standing.        they         came           to        liberate us which         they               did. of       thought of        speech    of         word.             see             the        ashen         blocks sit aren’t         they        pretty?           as         dark           red        blotches stain          their           smooth       surfaces           like        lipstick on wine       glasses.           an           old          fan          turns         slowly     in a         dusty         room          just               south of Leipzig.       men        dream of         hazy       Stalinist        façades     as          she        brings a      cigarette to           her rouged        lips. Belomorkanal.       the        rusted          olive        uniform   pulls        tighter           as           she        draws in.        octaves bellow        from           the       speakers. it is           time     to         hear          from the     homeland.          how         sickles gleam         for           the         Union          just like they    did          for         Lenin. we         don’t           talk          about    him         now         though.         sickles         don’t         gleam here    like         they          ought to.          the          reels          revolve unforgiving   to the cry           of a          winter’s   night.         the           ruby          snow         glints            in         torchlight.    the          night          goes on. it           has    to. sieben        sechs          vier          zwo         neun           drei          sechs   eins        sieben          null         sechs         acht           fünf          sieben E N D   E
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May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 8:49 PM UTC
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A C H T U N G   acht         neun         acht         sechs          vier          fünf           zwo sechs          drei         eins          fünf        sieben          acht           null    the         radio            spews             over          and          over         again   void of      meaning.           or                 so                 they          want    us to         think           as          the       concrete           wall keeps       standing.        they         came           to        liberate us which         they               did. of       thought of        speech    of         word.             see             the        ashen         blocks sit aren’t         they        pretty?           as         dark           red        blotches stain          their           smooth       surfaces           like        lipstick on wine       glasses.           an           old          fan          turns         slowly     in a         dusty         room          just               south of Leipzig.       men        dream of         hazy       Stalinist        façades     as          she        brings a      cigarette to           her rouged        lips. Belomorkanal.       the        rusted          olive        uniform   pulls        tighter           as           she        draws in.        octaves bellow        from           the       speakers. it is           time     to         hear          from the     homeland.          how         sickles gleam         for           the         Union          just like they    did          for         Lenin. we         don’t           talk          about    him         now         though.         sickles         don’t         gleam here    like         they          ought to.          the          reels          revolve unforgiving   to the cry           of a          winter’s   night.         the           ruby          snow         glints            in         torchlight.    the          night          goes on. it           has    to. sieben        sechs          vier          zwo         neun           drei          sechs   eins        sieben          null         sechs         acht           fünf          sieben E N D   E
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In seventeen sixty nine a child was born in Corsica, Genoa's former vassal state. Prior to his birth, his land had been war-torn, Paoli's resistance did his birth predate. At school, his geometrical talent was inborn, and he was tutored by none other than Laplace. For his accent, his peers at school laughed him to scorn, but fortune would elevate him from grass to grace. With his much older heartthrob he tied the knot; much to the chagrin of his own dear family. For the heart of Josephine he relentlessly fought, and at Chateau de Malmaison they lived happily. Later he would choose a military career that would take him beyond the Corsican frontier. France's revolution saw to his glorious rise, when at Toulon, he took royalists by surprise. To Egypt he led a dual expedition of a military and scientific mission. To France he returned and sacked the directory, taking charge of the affairs of state and treasury. Europe did contend with him in seven coalitions; at Austerlitz he subjugated two nations, at Marengo, Austria on her bended knees fell, at Jena-Auerstadt, Prussia to victory bade farewell. At Borodino, Russia met her nemesis, as her vanquished forces saw their paralysis. At Ligny, Blucher like a beaten canine fled with the terribly smitten forces he once led. Portugal's sovereign lord to distant Brazil ran, when like an invincible lord he came to his realm. The emperor he feared, and made no military plan; thus he paved the way for him to ascend his helm. But despite his triumphs, his weakness was exposed. At Rolica, his troops a major set back saw. From Leipzig he did to Elba's island withdraw, from whence in 1815 he returned unopposed. Russia's wintry plains did his grand armee deplete, making his troops vulnerable to a future defeat. After the famous battles in which he gloried, his great ambition at Waterloo was buried.
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Feb 17, 2023
Feb 17, 2023 at 7:54 PM UTC
The Self Crowned Emperor Of The French
In seventeen sixty nine a child was born in Corsica, Genoa's former vassal state. Prior to his birth, his land had been war-torn, Paoli's resistance did his birth predate. At school, his geometrical talent was inborn, and he was tutored by none other than Laplace. For his accent, his peers at school laughed him to scorn, but fortune would elevate him from grass to grace. With his much older heartthrob he tied the knot; much to the chagrin of his own dear family. For the heart of Josephine he relentlessly fought, and at Chateau de Malmaison they lived happily. Later he would choose a military career that would take him beyond the Corsican frontier. France's revolution saw to his glorious rise, when at Toulon, he took royalists by surprise. To Egypt he led a dual expedition of a military and scientific mission. To France he returned and sacked the directory, taking charge of the affairs of state and treasury. Europe did contend with him in seven coalitions; at Austerlitz he subjugated two nations, at Marengo, Austria on her bended knees fell, at Jena-Auerstadt, Prussia to victory bade farewell. At Borodino, Russia met her nemesis, as her vanquished forces saw their paralysis. At Ligny, Blucher like a beaten canine fled with the terribly smitten forces he once led. Portugal's sovereign lord to distant Brazil ran, when like an invincible lord he came to his realm. The emperor he feared, and made no military plan; thus he paved the way for him to ascend his helm. But despite his triumphs, his weakness was exposed. At Rolica, his troops a major set back saw. From Leipzig he did to Elba's island withdraw, from whence in 1815 he returned unopposed. Russia's wintry plains did his grand armee deplete, making his troops vulnerable to a future defeat. After the famous battles in which he gloried, his great ambition at Waterloo was buried.
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