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RE: Topless Gratitude



Greetings Visionaires -

Vary well said and a big touche' to Ms Opyr.

To Mr Wilson:  Your malicious attempt at sarcasm (without a valid point I
might add) could have been at least funny.  For everybody's info I have
posted Sylvia Plath's "Daddy" below.

Daddy

You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe
In which I have lived like a foot
For thirty years, poor and white,
Barely daring to breathe or Achoo. 

Daddy, I have had to kill you.
You died before I had time---
Marble-heavy, a bag full of God,
Ghastly statue with one gray toe
Big as a Frisco seal 

And a head in the freakish Atlantic
Where it pours bean green over blue
In the waters off the beautiful Nauset.
I used to pray to recover you.
Ach, du. 

In the German tongue, in the Polish town
Scraped flat by the roller
Of wars, wars, wars.
But the name of the town is common.
My Polack friend 

Says there are a dozen or two.
So I never could tell where you
Put your foot, your root, 
I never could talk to you.
The tongue stuck in my jaw. 

It stuck in a barb wire snare.
Ich, ich, ich, ich,
I could hardly speak.
I thought every German was you.
And the language obscene 

An engine, an engine, 
Chuffing me off like a Jew.
A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen.
I began to talk like a Jew.
I think I may well be a Jew. 

The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna 
Are not very pure or true.
With my gypsy ancestress and my weird luck
And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack
I may be a bit of a Jew. 

I have always been sacred of you,
With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo.
And your neat mustache
And your Aryan eye, bright blue.
Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You---- 

Not God but a swastika
So black no sky could squeak through.
Every woman adores a Fascist,
The boot in the face, the brute
Brute heart of a brute like you. 

You stand at the blackboard, daddy,
In the picture I have of you,
A cleft in your chin instead of your foot
But no less a devil for that, no not
Any less the black man who 

Bit my pretty red heart in two.
I was ten when they buried you.
At twenty I tried to die
And get back, back, back to you.
I thought even the bones would do. 

But they pulled me out of the sack,
And they stuck me together with glue.
And then I knew what to do.
I made a model of you,
A man in black with a Meinkampf look 

And a love of the rack and the screw.
And I said I do, I do.
So daddy, I'm finally through.
The black telephone's off at the root,
The voices just can't worm through. 

If I've killed one man, I've killed two---
The vampire who said he was you
And drank my blood for a year,
Seven years, if you want to know.
Daddy, you can lie back now. 

There's a stake in your fat black heart
And the villagers never liked you.
They are dancing and stamping on you.
They always knew it was you.
Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm through. 

Although the analogy may be a bit over-extended, it gets the point across.
Thank you, Ms Opyr.

Take care,

Tom Hansen

***********************************
Work like you don't need the money.
Love like you've never been hurt.
Dance like nobody's watching.

- Author Unknown
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-----Original Message-----
From: Joan Opyr [mailto:auntiestablishment@hotmail.com]
Sent: Friday, June 28, 2002 11:26 AM
To: vision2020@moscow.com
Subject: Re: Topless Gratitude



Nate Wilson wrote:
>For years we have been trying to convince the women of the
>Palouse to resubmit themselves to a primitive male-dominated society.
>And here, finally, we have the first stages initiated voluntarily by
>Dasiy. As a sign of our gratitude the CPP would like to pay for lip
>plates and neckrings at the Falling Moon for Daisy and any other women
>who have submitted themselves to us in this way. In addition Daisy has
>also been chosen to be the first among many to bear children to the new
>chieftan.
>     We are extremely grateful and hope by next summer to have them
>beating our laundry on the rocks down by the river

Every woman loves a fascist?  Sorry, Nate, but Sylvia Plath beat you to this

one four decades ago.  I refer you to her poem, "Daddy."  You might find it 
interesting in more ways than one.

Ach, du,
Auntie Establishment

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