Stuff to do with a friend this month; and a poet
I found this cute article in the Sunday Times (a Singapore newspaper):
18-6-2006 Sunday
A song for their World Cup tickets
by Marc Lim
It is amazing what fans will do to keep their World Cup dreams alive.
For Argentinian fans Ignacio Senese (centre, with guitar) and Pablo Rodriguez (right), a dwindling bank account is not going to stop them from extending their stay in Germany.
The childhood friend have resorted to busking to fund their stay in Germany and to buy World Cup tickets.
Said Senese, 29, who works in the retail business in Buenos Aires:"We only had tickets for Argentina's first match against the Ivory Coast.
"Now, we're looking for more. You have one? I'll play any song you want."
The pair have been playing in train stations all over Germany, mostly where the Argentinian team are.
On Friday, they were at Gelsenkirchen's main train station.
Rodriguez, 26, said that on a good day, they can earn up to 100 euros (S$200). They have enough money to last them till the end of the month.
But there is one song that they will not play--Don't Cry For Me Argentina.
Said Senese:"No way. No need to cry. Argentina will win the World Cup."
Sounds fun, huh? Let's hope they get their tickets.
___________________________________________________________________
Gwendolyn MacEwen
She was a Canadian poet, not very well-known outside of Canadian literature but nevertheless a poet of the highest order. I have not managed to find a book of her poems yet, but every one of her poems is charming, witty and a deep wellspring of myth and metaphysics.
Magic Cats
From Magic Animals: Selected Poems Old and NewMacmillan, Toronto - 1974
(With acknowledgements to Susan Musgrave, whose "Strawberry" poems started it all)
Most cats, with the exception of Burmese, do not celebrate their birthdays. Rather, they are extremely sentimental about Palm Sunday and Labour Day, at which times they survive solely on white lace and baloney sandwiches.
Cats on the whole are loath to discuss God.
Generally speaking, cats have no money, although some of them secretly collect rare and valuable coins.
Cats believe that all human beings, animals and plants should congregate in a huge heap in the centre of the universe and promptly fall asleep together.
Of all the cats I have known, the ones I remember most are: Bumble Bee, Buttonhole, Chocolate Bar, Molten Lava and Mushroom. I also remember Tabby who was sane as a star and spent all his time lying on his back in the sink, thinking up appropriate names for me.
Cats see their Keepers as massive phantoms, givers of names and the excellent gravy of their days.
Cats who have been robbed of balls and claws do not lament. They become their Keeper's keepers.
When cats are hosts to fleas they assume the fleas are guests.
Most cats would rather be covered with live fleas than dead ones.
Cats hold no grudges and have no future. They invade nets of strangers with their eyes.
The patron saint of cats is called: Beast of the Skies, Warm Presence, Eyes.
Cats do not worry about the gurgling horrors of the disease listed in catbooks, some of which are Hairballs Enteritis and Bronchitis. But they do become very upset about Symptoms, which is the worst disease of all.
When cats grow listless (i.e. lose their list) they cease to entertain fleas. They mumble darkly about radishes and death. They listen to Beethoven and become overly involved in Medieval History.
When cats decide to die they lie alone lost among leaves beneath the dark winds and broad thunders of the world and pray to the Beast of the Skies, Warm, Presence, Eyes.
Broadly speaking, cats do not read Gothic novels, although they tend to browse through Mary Shelley on the day before Christmas.
The only reason cats do not carry passports is because they have no pockets.
When a black cat crosses your path it usually means that he is trying to get to the other side of the street.
Cats never get baptized. They lose their dry.
Cats only perspire during Lent.
Cats have no memory and no future. They are highly allergic to Prime Ministers, radishes, monks, poets, and death.
18-6-2006 Sunday
A song for their World Cup tickets
by Marc Lim
It is amazing what fans will do to keep their World Cup dreams alive.
For Argentinian fans Ignacio Senese (centre, with guitar) and Pablo Rodriguez (right), a dwindling bank account is not going to stop them from extending their stay in Germany.
The childhood friend have resorted to busking to fund their stay in Germany and to buy World Cup tickets.
Said Senese, 29, who works in the retail business in Buenos Aires:"We only had tickets for Argentina's first match against the Ivory Coast.
"Now, we're looking for more. You have one? I'll play any song you want."
The pair have been playing in train stations all over Germany, mostly where the Argentinian team are.
On Friday, they were at Gelsenkirchen's main train station.
Rodriguez, 26, said that on a good day, they can earn up to 100 euros (S$200). They have enough money to last them till the end of the month.
But there is one song that they will not play--Don't Cry For Me Argentina.
Said Senese:"No way. No need to cry. Argentina will win the World Cup."
Sounds fun, huh? Let's hope they get their tickets.
___________________________________________________________________
Gwendolyn MacEwen
She was a Canadian poet, not very well-known outside of Canadian literature but nevertheless a poet of the highest order. I have not managed to find a book of her poems yet, but every one of her poems is charming, witty and a deep wellspring of myth and metaphysics.
Magic Cats
From Magic Animals: Selected Poems Old and NewMacmillan, Toronto - 1974
(With acknowledgements to Susan Musgrave, whose "Strawberry" poems started it all)
Most cats, with the exception of Burmese, do not celebrate their birthdays. Rather, they are extremely sentimental about Palm Sunday and Labour Day, at which times they survive solely on white lace and baloney sandwiches.
Cats on the whole are loath to discuss God.
Generally speaking, cats have no money, although some of them secretly collect rare and valuable coins.
Cats believe that all human beings, animals and plants should congregate in a huge heap in the centre of the universe and promptly fall asleep together.
Of all the cats I have known, the ones I remember most are: Bumble Bee, Buttonhole, Chocolate Bar, Molten Lava and Mushroom. I also remember Tabby who was sane as a star and spent all his time lying on his back in the sink, thinking up appropriate names for me.
Cats see their Keepers as massive phantoms, givers of names and the excellent gravy of their days.
Cats who have been robbed of balls and claws do not lament. They become their Keeper's keepers.
When cats are hosts to fleas they assume the fleas are guests.
Most cats would rather be covered with live fleas than dead ones.
Cats hold no grudges and have no future. They invade nets of strangers with their eyes.
The patron saint of cats is called: Beast of the Skies, Warm Presence, Eyes.
Cats do not worry about the gurgling horrors of the disease listed in catbooks, some of which are Hairballs Enteritis and Bronchitis. But they do become very upset about Symptoms, which is the worst disease of all.
When cats grow listless (i.e. lose their list) they cease to entertain fleas. They mumble darkly about radishes and death. They listen to Beethoven and become overly involved in Medieval History.
When cats decide to die they lie alone lost among leaves beneath the dark winds and broad thunders of the world and pray to the Beast of the Skies, Warm, Presence, Eyes.
Broadly speaking, cats do not read Gothic novels, although they tend to browse through Mary Shelley on the day before Christmas.
The only reason cats do not carry passports is because they have no pockets.
When a black cat crosses your path it usually means that he is trying to get to the other side of the street.
Cats never get baptized. They lose their dry.
Cats only perspire during Lent.
Cats have no memory and no future. They are highly allergic to Prime Ministers, radishes, monks, poets, and death.
posted by fairypenguin at 6:29 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home