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Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Old Prometheus Bound translation stuff

KRATUS
Now we have come to the endmost land of the earth,
To the Scythian strip, the demortaled desolation.
But Hephaestos, it must be a care for thee ---
these commands thy father continued to send thee,
to bind the villain here to the high craggy rocks
in untiring bonds of adamantine chain.
For, having stolen thy young budding prize, the bright flame of fire that aids in every art,
he gave it to mere mortals. For such a sin as this
he must give satisfaction to you gods,
that he may be taught to be contented with the absolute rule of Zeus,
taught to cease from the course of kindness to mankind.

HEPHAESTUS
Kratos and Bia, in you two the injunction of Zeus
has its completion, and nothing can stand in your path;
but I, I am none too daring to bind by force
a god of my kindred to this winter-worn cliff.
Yet I am constrained by obligation to hold to the reckless deed;
for it is a grave thing to neglect the words of the father.
O child of Themis right-counseling, who art full of lofty thoughts,
against thy will and mine as well I shall nail thee
in these bonds of unbreakable brass to this rocky hill away from all mankind,
where thou wilt nor hear the sound nor see the shape of mortal men,
and burned by the bright blaze of the sun, thou wilt change the luster of your skin.
And thou wilt be glad when night in her star-dappled robe hides the light of day,
but the sun will scatter the hoarfrost again;
and always the grief of thy present woe will grind thee down,
for the one who shall put an end to it has not yet been begotten.
So wilt thou suffer for thy wont of goodwill to man.
For thou, a god, not cowering in fear before the wrath of gods,
gave frail mortals an honor beyond the just decree.
Therefore, thou wilt make thy vigils pressed against this joyless rock,
Standing straight, sleepless, not bending the knee.
Thou wilt utter many laments and weeping groans, but to no avail;
for the heart-and-mind of Zeus is inexorable,
and each and every ruler is ruthless, while his rule is still new.

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Hephaestus: O much hated handicraft!
Kratus: Wherefore dost thou abhor it? For, to put it in a simple word,
Thy craft is not the cause of these soon-approaching toils.
Hephaestus: Oh what benefit to me, if only some other had been given this lot.
Kratus: To everything there is a burden, save the lordship of the gods.
For no one is free except for Zeus.
Hephaestus: I have learned these things, and I am not able to gainsay them.
Kratus: So wilt thou not hasten to throw the bonds around him, lest thy father behold thy drowzy laziness?
Hephaestus: Behold: already the chains are night at hand.
Kratus: Thrust them about his hands; strike with a firm grip on the hammer; pin him to the rocks.
Hephaestus: It is being accomplished, and the work does not lag.
Kratus: Strike harder! Bind him tight! Nowhere let it loosen! For he is a clever one to devise a way out even of helpless states.
Hephaestus: There. His arm is fixed, not to be unsnarled.

Monday, March 22, 2010

A Few Official Memoranda...

(hint: I'm not even sure "Memoranda" is the right word...)

OKAY.

SO.

I'm finished with the CIGS pilot. For now. It's funny enough as is.
I'm also working on a much more serious script, called "Melancholics Anonymous.'  Think "Magnolia", "Game 6", & "Punch-Drunk Love" combined. I'm excited.

The band name is luhbawnveevahn, which is Hick for Les Bons Vivants, "The Good Livers". The album name is gonna end up being called "I O P", or "Intensive Outpatient".

I have songs galore. I finally have some manual dexterity -- at least, enough to play guitar...and I can hold a few notes again.

Anyway, hope y'all are encouraged. God is Good, all the time. Even when he's not. He IS.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

12 Monkeys Dream

Last night I watched 12 monkeys with Ben, Random, & Hanzi.

Trippy dream to follow:

I was in the hospital again, and the only way to get discharged was to open up individual canisters that may or may not have contained a deadly virus -- in each of the other patients' rooms. Needless to say, some of the canisters contained a virus, SPECIFIC to each person.

Today was my day to try out the viruses. Some died; some lived. I got sick. BATMAN came in to try & stop the hospital, but it was too little too late.

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I hate Night-Terrors.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

New Poem - "Bittersweet, & Softly"

There's fruit-stands in the mountains,
& orchards in the alleys.
There's pleasure here, and pleasure there,
And it nurtures us with every care.
But it is always Bittersweet,
& Softly self-secure.

There's poison in the hill-tops,
& dagger-points in the valleys.
There's death for me, & death for you,
& Death enough for everyone,
But it will always be
Bittersweet,
& Softly self-secure.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Hospital Hospitality poem

I'll find the date later. It was written towards the end. Depressed. blah blah.

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"Hospital Hospitality"

Hospital hospitality
Ain't exactly my cup o' tea.
Hospital hospitality
Was never quite the "thing" for me.

There were of course
The cogent nurses,
& the intellectual shrinks;
But to a mental patient such as I,
They could all be gone in a single wink.
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Monday, March 8, 2010

Benedryl Commercial & Other Stuff

This is dated March 4, 2010. It was written when I couldn't sleep.
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Benedryl Commercial:


Be-na-dryl, Be-na-dryl,
 It's been a real Drill!

Be-na-dryl, Be-na-dryl,
It's been a GOOD Drill!

Be-na-dryl, Be-na-dryl,
Be-na-dryl, Be-na-dryl...


Doctors: "We drill ourselves into the head of sleep!"
Patients: "Why thank you, Doc. Thanks a looot."

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Ask T. + R. if they can come by today at 12, or 1.

(They have class at 2.)

& REMEMBER:

"Bullshitting Bolsheviks", but "Good Old-fashioned Russians."

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Indians, dots not feathers.
(Good) Dr. Medallier, Dr. Ouseph.

Doctors & Nurses

hmmm. no date. I think like... Day 5...ish?
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Doctors & Nurses
Are the
Craziest Mofos
Evah.
Seriously.
But, patients, man,
They got
PATIENCE!
It's a battle for patience
Between the wacko-dacko dockos
& the crazy-ass "waiters".
Ya feel me?
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this is my first attempt at "Rap" ever. so...yeah. lol.