Showing posts with label Rocky. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rocky. Show all posts

Friday 22 February 2019

Dark Babylonian Aspect







Angelus,
The Other Angel :
Hey Dawn — Yeah, it’s Me.
Is Your Sister Home...?
She is...?

The Angelus hangs up the phone, scowling with irritability

It’s The Other One .....







Hail, Lord Someone Else !!!

All Hail The Dark Overlords of The Universe !!!













WESLEY
A lot's happened. Not just Angelus. 


I've been—I've changed. 

I've seen a Darkness in Myself. 

I'm not sure you'd even begin to understand —

WILLOW
I Flayed a Guy Alive 

and 

Tried to Destroy The World.

[ Who Hasn’t? ]


WESLEY
Oh. So... 

(stands, doesn't make eye-contact

WILLOW
Darkness
Been There.

WESLEY
Yeah. Well, I never flayed... 
(seems sickened)  

I had a woman chained in a closet.

Dude?!? Seriously...?

NOT-Cool...

I Bet You Didn’t Even Think to Put a Bucket in There with Her....

Sunday 28 October 2018

The Seven Ages of Rocky Balboa










All the world's a boxing ring,
And his whole life was a million to one shot
He has his exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. 



At first the Loser and a Bum,
Mewling and puking in some Plain Jane’s arms

And then the Cinderella kid, with track suit
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to the junkyard. 

And then The Champ,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad of The Tale of Clubber Lange,
Made to his mistress' eyebrow,
As Another One Bites The Dust

Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the ICBM silo’s mouth. 

And then the Mentor
In fair round belly with bad brain damage,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. 

The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd Patriarchal robes,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. 

Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,

Is second fatherhood, Lukemia, Unk and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

Wednesday 10 October 2018

How to Be Charitable


"But you were always a good man of business, Jacob," faltered Scrooge, who now began to apply this to himself.

"Business!" cried the Ghost, wringing its hands again.  "Mankind was my business.  The common welfare was my business; charity, mercy, forbearance, and benevolence, were, all, my business.  

The dealings of my trade were but a drop of water in the comprehensive ocean of my business!"





charitable (adj.)

c. 1200, in reference to the Christian virtue, "benevolent, kind, manifesting Christian love in its highest and broadest form," from Old French charitable, from charité (see charity). Meaning "liberal in treatment of the poor" is from c. 1400; that of "inclined to impute favorable motives to others" is from 1620s. Related: Charitablenesscharitably.


charity (n.)

late Old English, "benevolence for the poor," also "Christian love in its highest manifestation," from Old French charité "(Christian) charity, mercy, compassion; alms; charitable foundation" (12c.), from Latin caritatem (nominative caritas) "costliness; esteem, affection," from carus "dear, valued," from PIE *karo-, from root *ka- "to like, desire."


In the Vulgate the Latin word often is used as translation of Greek agape "love" -- especially Christian love of fellow man -- perhaps to avoid the sexual suggestion of Latin amor). The Vulgate also sometimes translated agapeby Latin dilectio, noun of action from diligere"to esteem highly, to love" (see diligence).

Wyclif and the Rhemish version regularly rendered the Vulgate dilectio by 'love,' caritas by 'charity.' But the 16th c. Eng. versions from Tindale to 1611, while rendering agape sometimes 'love,' sometimes 'charity,' did not follow the dilectio and caritas of the Vulgate, but used 'love' more often (about 86 times), confining 'charity' to 26 passages in the Pauline and certain of the Catholic Epistles (not in I John), and the Apocalypse .... In the Revised Version 1881, 'love' has been substituted in all these instances, so that it now stands as the uniform rendering of agape. [OED]

 General sense of "affections people ought to feel for one another" is from c. 1300. From c. 1300 as "an act of kindness or philanthropy," also "alms, that which is bestowed gratuitously on a person or persons in need." Sense of "charitable foundation or institution" in English attested by 1690s. Meaning "liberality in judging others or their actions" is from late 15c. A charity-school (1680s) was one maintained by voluntary contributions or bequests.


Thursday 4 October 2018

Unk.



The way Campbell explained it, 
Young Men need a  
Secondary Father 
to finish raising them.




Beyond their Biological Father, 
they need a surrogate, 
traditionally 

a  
minister 

or a 
coach 

or a 
military officer.




The floatsam and jetsam of a generation 
washed up on the beach of last resort.



That's why street gangs are so appealing.   


They send you men out, 
like Knights on Quests 
 to hone their skills and improve themselves.



And all the TRADITIONAL Mentors -- forget it.



Men are presumptive predators. 

They're leaving Teaching in droves.


Religious Leaders  
are pariahs.


Sports Coaches 
are stigmatized as odds-on pedophiles.



Even The Military is sketchy with sexual goings-on.

A Generation of Apprentices 
Without Masters.

Thursday 27 September 2018

Seven Ages



All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;




And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. 





At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.





And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. 




And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. 







Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. 



And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. 



The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. 



Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.