An education isn’t how much you have committed to memory, or even how much you know. It’s being able to differentiate between what you do know and what you don’t.  - Anatole France

Yet another Frenchman quoted here…two down and I may be in a rut. However, Mr. France, from France, has a lot to say and, although I may not agree with every facet, he is definitely thought provoking. I certainly think that one portion of an education (whether speaking to the process or the end result – and here I’m to sure exactly which he’s speaking to – maybe both?) is most definitely being able to separate between what you do and don’t know. Some of the most “educated” people I know still struggle with this on occasion (myself included). Those that are completely unable to do this, ever, are quite frankly some of the idiots that I seem to encounter on a daily basis – while there are lovely people in Ohio, I seem to find a plethora of mentally incompetent people here.

At the same time, a part of today’s education, often linked with success, is how much you can remember/know. Therefore, I cannot say I wholly agree with Anatole, but, in my opinion, he makes a point, potentially even a thought-provoking point.

Thoughts??

Anatole France

Anatole France (16 April 1844—12 October 1924), born François-Anatole Thibault, was a French poet, journalist, and novelist. He was born in Paris, and died in Saint-Cyr-sur-Loire. He was a successful novelist, with several best-sellers. Ironic and skeptical, he was considered in his day the ideal French man of letters. He was a member of the Académie française, and won the Nobel Prize for Literature.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anatole_France

Let’s start with some classic stuff:

Anatole France, Penguin Island!

Penguin Island was written in 1908 and is, basically, a highly stylised and awesome satire of French and Western European history. It starts innocently enough, and continues in the vein of lovingly mocking what you love most, up until the satire of the Dreyfus affair, where you can tell that France was genuinely outraged and angry*.

The story itself really kicks off after the blind St Mael, an apt parody of many actual heroes and heroines of hagiographies, mistakes penguins (or auks) for people, and baptises them, which causes heavenly shenanigans, God being terribly embarrassed, and the world’s best dead theologians arguing for and against the validity of the baptism. Because, penguins.

Penguins!

But St. Gal replied:

“What relation do you claim to establish between the baptism of a bird and the marriage of a eunuch? There is none at all. Marriage is, if I may say so, a conditional, a contingent sacrament. The priest blesses an event beforehand; it is evident that if the act is not consummated the benediction remains without effect. That is obvious. I have known on earth, in the town of Antrim, a rich man named Sadoc, who, living in concubinage with a woman, caused her to be the mother of nine children. In his old age, yielding to my reproofs, he consented to marry her, and I blessed their union. Unfortunately Sadoc’s great age prevented him from consummating the marriage. A short time afterwards he lost all his property, and Germaine (that was the name of the woman), not feeling herself able to endure poverty, asked for the annulment of a marriage which was no reality. The Pope granted her request, for it was just. So much for marriage. But baptism is conferred without restrictions or reserves of any kind. There is no doubt about it, what the penguins have received is a sacrament.”

Called to give his opinion, Pope St. Damascus expressed himself in these terms:

“In order to know if a baptism is valid and will produce its result, that is to say, sanctification, it is necessary to consider who gives it and not who receives it. In truth, the sanctifying virtue of this sacrament results from the exterior act by which it is conferred, without the baptized person cooperating in his own sanctification by any personal act; if it were otherwise it would not be administered to the newly born. And there is no need, in order to baptize, to fulfil any special condition; it is not necessary to be in a state of grace; it is sufficient to have the intention of doing what the Church does, to pronounce the consecrated words and to observe the prescribed forms. Now we cannot doubt that the venerable Mael has observed these conditions. Therefore the penguins are baptized.”

“Do you think so?” asked St. Guenole. “And what then do you believe that baptism really is? Baptism is the process of regeneration by which man is born of water and of the spirit, for having entered the water covered with crimes, he goes out of it a neophyte, a new creature, abounding in the fruits of righteousness; baptism is the seed of immortality; baptism is the pledge of the resurrection; baptism is the burying with Christ in His death and participation in His departure from the sepulchre. That is not a gift to bestow upon birds. Reverend Fathers, let us consider. Baptism washes away original sin; now the penguins were not conceived in sin. It removes the penalty of sin; now the penguins have not sinned. It produces grace and the gift of virtues, uniting Christians to Jesus Christ, as the members to the body, and it is obvious to the senses that penguins cannot acquire the virtues of confessors, of virgins, and of widows, or receive grace and be united to—”

St. Damascus did not allow him to finish.

“That proves,” said he warmly, “that the baptism was useless; it does not prove that it was not effective.”

Hee! (Also, LOL, the sanctity of marriage, LOL)

There’s no point in spoiling anything, although there really can’t be much talk of spoiling when it comes to a book that is a parody of real events that already happened anyway, and of which, at least partly, most people are certainly aware.

Let me just give you a sample of his writing:

“I know that better than you do,” replied the Lord. “I see in a single glance both the actual problems which are difficult, and the future problems which will not be less difficult. Thus I can foretell that when the sun will have turned round the earth two hundred and forty times more.

“Sublime language,” exclaimed the angels.

“And worthy of the creator of the world,” answered the pontiffs.

“It is,” resumed the Lord, “a manner of speaking in accordance with my old cosmogony and one which I cannot give up without losing my immutability. . . .

(…)

“I think I have proved by this example that, to reach eternal blessedness, it is enough to possess some parts of humanity, always on the condition that they are noble. And what Chiron, the Centaur, could obtain without having been regenerated by baptism, would not the penguins deserve too, if they became half penguins and half men? That is why, Lord, I entreat you to give old Mael’s penguins a human head and breast so that they can praise you worthily. And grant them also an immortal soul—but one of small size.”

Thus Catherine spoke, and the fathers, doctors, confessors, and pontiffs heard her with a murmur of approbation.

(ETA: OK, apparently, I can’t help myself. Just a bit more:

“Lord, do not so. Birds with human heads exist already. St. Catherine has told us nothing new.”

“The imagination groups and compares; it never creates,” replied St. Catherine drily.

“They exist already,” continued St. Antony, who would listen to nothing. “They are called harpies, and they are the most obscene animals in creation. One day as I was having supper in the desert with the Abbot St. Paul, I placed the table outside my cabin under an old sycamore tree. The harpies came and sat in its branches; they deafened us with their shrill cries and cast their excrement over all our food. The clamour of the monsters prevented me from listening to the teaching of the Abbot St. Paul, and we ate birds’ dung with our bread and lettuces. Lord, it is impossible to believe that harpies could give thee worthy praise.

“Truly in my temptations I have seen many hybrid beings, not only women-serpents and women-fishes, but beings still more confusedly formed such as men whose bodies were made out of a pot, a bell, a clock, a cupboard full of food and crockery, or even out of a house with doors and windows through which people engaged in their domestic tasks could be seen. Eternity would not suffice were I to describe all the monsters that assailed me in my solitude, from whales rigged like ships to a shower of red insects which changed the water of my fountain into blood. But none were as disgusting as the harpies whose offal polluted the leaves of my sycamore.”

“Harpies,” observed Lactantius, “are female Monsters with birds’ bodies. They have a woman’s head and breast. Their forwardness, their shamelessness, and their obscenity proceed from their female nature as the poet Virgil demonstrated in his ‘Aeneid.’ They share the curse of Eve.”

This makes me all giggly YAY)

Cute, huh? As a further enticement, I’d also like to point out that not just this, but in fact all of Anatole France’s books were added to the Index Librorum Prohibitorum (Prohibited Books Index) of the Catholic Church.

You can read the Penguin Island here in English, or here in French. Enjoy!

*I can sympathise. I was too. Also, my posts often get like that =_=.

Im Guardian-Blog wehrt Andrew Brown Vorwürfe, weil er die neuen Atheisten als soziale mehr denn als intellektuelle Bewegung behandele (das scheint die Leute zu beleidigen, schreibt er), ab, indem er auf alte atheistische Lyrik verweist: Gedichte von Arthur Hugh Clough, John Oldham und Anatole France.

The Guardian points out how the arguments/observations made by poetry revolving around atheism are a repeat of those that were floating around a few centuries ago. As a poet – and more importantly, as an atheist – I am listening. Not entirely in agreement, though.

Anatole France on why believers relish their wounds –

“Those who have rejected the dogmas of theological morality, as almost all of us have done in this age of science and intellectual freedom, have no means left of knowing why they are in the world and what they are come there to do.

Fate envelops us entirely in the mysterious processes of her mighty alchemy, and really our one and only resource is to give up thinking altogether, if we are not to feel too cruelly the tragic absurdity of living. It is here, in our absolute ignorance of the why and wherefore of our existence, lies the root of our melancholy and sick disgust of life. Physical evil, moral evil, the miseries of the soul and the senses, the prosperity of the wicked, the humiliation of the just man, all this would still be endurable, if we could grasp the system and economy of it all, if we could divine a providence directing the chaos. The believer finds a perverse pleasure in his sores ; his enemies supply him with the agreeable spectacle of their acts of violence and injustice; even his misdeeds and crimes do not rob him of hope. But in a society where all faith is blotted out in darkness, sin and sorrow lose all their meaning, and only strike us as odious jests, ill omened farcical impertinences.”

02.10.2009

“Vreţi să definiţi ştiinţific viaţa? E necunoscutul care o ia razna!”

Anatole France (1844-1924)

“Never lend books, nobody ever returns them; the only books in my library are those which people have lent me.“   — Anatole France

el_fishawy_coffee_shop

novelista Naguib Mahfouz

Triology

Eu sou o filho de duas grandes civilizacões, a faraônica, e arabe.

Estas foram as palavras de Naguib Mahfouz,  quando ele ganhou o premio nobel de literatura, em 1988.

Mais um egípcio famoso, novelista e escritor

Nasceu em Gamaleya,  perto do Khan El Khalili, Cairo, em 1911, em uma família de classe média.

Seu nome foi um homenagem do seu pai para o médico   copta que fez seu parto, porque sua mãe teve sérios problemas na hora dele nascer.

O médico se chamava Naguib Pasha Mahfouz.

Mahfouz cresceu em meia uma grande turbulência ao seu redor, como a revolucão de 1919 do Egito com Inglaterra, pela independência  do país .

Desde pequeno ele  mostrou muita curiosidade para leitura,  o que nao era comum na sua família.Em 1930 ele foi para a Universidade do Cairo para estudar filosofia.

Muitos  escritores inspiraram sua obra, como Anatole France, Léon Tolstói, Taha Husein e Sartre.

Ele  foi inspirado pelo existencialismo.

Seus livros  mais  importantes foram:

A triologia sobre 3 geracões de  uma familia no Cairo.

1- the Palace walk

2- Palace of desire

3-Sugar street

Muitos outros famosos, incluindo   O Beco dos milagres, que foi filmado pela atriz Selma Hayek.

Em 1959 ele escreveu Filhos de Gabalawy (Awlad Haretna).

Por esta novela, em 1994 um  fundamentalista islamico o atacou com uma faca na sua garganta.

Ele  sobreviveu, mas nao pode mais escrever,  e nunca mais pode escrever.

Com  a ajuda de seus amigos,  escreveram uma carta a justiça perdoando seu agressor.

Naguib   gostava de  muitos cafés, onde  vinha a sua inspiração, mas o que ele mais gostava  era o El Fishawy, dentro do El Khalili, onde ele ouvia  fatos, fofocas, e atento a tudo, escrevia suas obras.

Hoje em dia  existe um café dentro do famoso mercado Khan el khalili, chamado de Naguib Mahfouz, mas  foi o El Fishawy que ele  passou muito tempo da sua vida escrevendo.

Ele representa a alma  do país e do povo egípcio, e todos tem grande orgulho  em falar sobre este grande escritor.

Ele  morreu em  30 de Agosto de 2006, há exatamente 3 anos , mas viverá para sempre nos coracões  dos egípcios.

Anatole France

E’ stata ristampata quest’estate, editrice Meridiano zero,  la traduzione del  romanzo La révolte des anges (La rivolta degli angeli), scritto nel 1914 da Anatole France. La prefazione di Roberto Saviano  inizia con i famosi versi del Carducci:

Salute, o Satana

O ribellione,

O forza vindice

De la ragione!

Ne La révolte des anges, all’interno della classica e assai rigida -direi militare-organizzazione degli angeli (tre gerarchie di spiriti celesti, ognuna costituita da nove cori, con nella prima i Serafini, i Cherubini ed i Troni, nella seconda le Dominazioni, le Virtù e le Potenze, nell’ultima i Principati, gli Arcangeli e gli Angeli), scoppia la ribellione. Alla testa del movimento clandestino c’è Arcade, un bellissimo angelo custode, che avendo a disposizione una ricca biblioteca, ne divora i contenuti e “acculturandosi” si accorge delle falsità che i preti hanno diffuso al fine di garantirsi il potere sulla terra, come Dio (il cui vero nome è Ildabaoth) ha fatto in cielo. Smessi i panni dell’angelo custode, ritrovati altri angeli ribelli,  crea allora  sulla terra, o meglio a Parigi, una organizzazione per dare l’assalto all’ordine costituito nei cieli e imposto con la forza militare comandata dall’arcangelo Michele. E vincere.

Quando tutto è pronto e le possibilità che questa volta il “richiamato alle armi” arcangelo Lucifero (diventato Satana a seguito del fallimento della precedente ribellione) riesca nell’impresa sono assai consistenti, per la disponibilità da parte dei ribelli di elettrofori ben più potenti delle saette utilizzate dagli angeli fedeli. 

Ma Satana si dimostra divinità intelligente, lungimirante e generosa, e rinuncia all’ultimo momento a dare la scalata al cielo per sostituirsi a Ildabaoth nel ruolo di Dio, perché, dice, “la guerra genera la guerra e la vittoria la sconfitta. Il Dio vinto diventerà Satana, Satana vincitore diventerà Dio. Possano i destini risparmiarmi questa spaventevole sorte! Io amo l’inferno che ha formato la mia mente. Amo la terra dove ho fatto un po’ di bene, se è possibile farne in questo spaventevole mondo dove gli esseri non esistono che per l’assassinio“. E rivolgendosi ad un angelo ribelle, che già aveva partecipato con lui alla prima disastrosa campagna militare, afferma, concludendo il romanzo, che sino a quando non riusciremo ad attaccare dentro noi stessi la gelosia, la violenza, la litigiosità, la cupidigia, l’avversione per le arti e la bellezza, e quindi sconfiggere  l’ignoranza e la paura, ogni rivolta sarà inutile perchè permetterà di cambiare solo chi eserciterà un potere sempre uguale.

Nel 1920 la Chiesa cattolica mise all’indice tutte le opere di Anatole France.

 L’anno seguente, nel 1921, Anatole France fu insignito del Premio Nobel per la letteratura.

Morì nel 1924 ed ebbe grandiosi funerali di Stato a Parigi.

“All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another. ”

—Anatole France
French poet, journalist, and novelist

“To accomplish great things, we must not only act, but also dream; not only plan, but also believe.”

Esta entrada está dedicada a los policiás que cuidaron y aprendieron a querer a Chiquito

José E. Bordón

Para LA NACION

SANTA FE.- Chiquito, el único perro preso en la Argentina, por una causa que instruyó la justicia local por “lesiones leves culposas” hace seis años, murió en el destacamento La Orilla, de Esperanza, donde se encontraba “detenido” aguardando la condena o la absolución. Nunca se sabrá si debió ser condenado, con lo cual hubiese sido factible su sacrificio, o sometido a un régimen carcelario durísimo, como prevé la ley.

Chiquito era mestizo, según explicó la médica veterinaria Mónica Campini, convocada por la policía para extender la certificación médica correspondiente al momento del deceso del animal, documento que se agregará a la causa. Nunca nadie se presentó para pedir su tenencia, por lo que se presume que era un perro de la calle.

El animal se encontraba alojado en las instalaciones de la dependencia policial, a disposición del Juzgado Correccional de la Sexta Nominación de la ciudad de Santa Fe, desde el 9 de enero de 2003. Días antes, en la localidad de San Carlos Centro, había mordido y lesionado a un hombre, que lo denunció, y la causa pasó a instancia judicial, de donde partió la orden de detención para el perro.

El magistrado, José Luis Giavedonni, entendió que debía enviarlo a una comisaría lejos de la casa del denunciante y, por eso, fue destinado al destacamento esperancino, atado a un palo, con collar y cadena.

A pesar de todo el tiempo transcurrido, la justicia santafecina quizá se olvidó de Chiquito, un perro con 18 años de vida y vagabundo, como tantos que existen en todos los pueblos. Después del fallecimiento del animal, la policía sancarlina recordó que, en 2003, había encarado negociaciones para que la protectora de animales tomara cartas en el asunto pero, como se trataba de un can con personalidad violenta, acabó bajo la custodia de la Sección Perros del departamento de Las Colonias.

El “chico mimado”

Con el traslado de esa dependencia, el imputado se quedó sin compañeros, pero pasó a ser “el chico mimado del calabozo”, mientras aguardaba la orden judicial que le devolviera la libertad.

Chiquito había llegado al destacamento policial La Orilla “en carácter de secuestro”. Con los años, se convirtió en la mascota del destacamento y fuentes allegadas a la causa judicial llegaron a decir que “para los agentes era un miembro de la familia policial”.

Estas frases me llegaron por mail de una amiga de Mexico y las quiero compartir:

“Verdaderamente el hombre es el rey de los animales, pues su brutalidad supera a la e estos”. Leonardo Da Vinci

“Se necesitan más de 50 animales para hacer un abrigo de piel y tan solo 1 para llevarlo puesto”.

“El amor por todas las criaturas vivientes es el más noble atributo del hombre”. Charles Darwin

“Hasta que no hayas amado a un animal, una parte de tu alma estará dormida”. Anatole France

La vejez conduce a una tranquilidad indiferente que asegura la paz interior y exterior.

Anatole France

Thursday July 2, 2009 #134

“To accomplish great things, we must not only act, but also dream; not only plan, but also believe.”

 ~Anatole France

Taking action each day, no matter how small, toward our goals is critical to achievement.  Inspiration for action comes from believing in a dream or a vision of something that excites or energizes us.  What is your dream?  Believe in it, and act.

If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads. – Anatole France

De Ziua ” Justiţiei ”…

Motto :

”Justiţia este mijlocul prin care sunt aprobate nedreptăţile înrădăcinate. ”   ( Anatole France )

Adevăr, dreptate, echilibru, echitate, egalitate, drepturi, obligaţii,  responsabilitate, seriozitate, prezumţia de nevinovăţie, …. demonstrarea comiterii unei fapte…. mda, de la caz, la caz…. ” Justiţia ” noastră e precum teatrul, ce zic eu… tragi-comedii, circotecă, o pată urâtă pe obrazul ţării.

Deseori, dramele din spatele dosarelor îşi urlă tristeţile în ţara lui papură vodă, în van. Orbecăim, surzi la tot ce reprezintă dreptate, pe ici pe colo scântei de  speranţe şi, din nefericire, nădăjduind doar în deja atât de des rostitul : ” poate că într-o zi… să nu ne pierdem speranţa ”, căci , când aducem vorba de Justiţie, ne referim la Justiţia Divină, ” Justiţia ” de azi, e… cântec … ? Unul trist, real de trist, trist de real… Dreptatea se-mparte la voia ” întâmplării ”, cale de mijloc, tradusă-n cotitul pe după vişini şi corcoduşi, atunci când e vorba de : Flotă, o Ridzi, instrumentări pe criterii politice, la ” nivel ” de cumetrii, nepotism, cu ceva condimente gen abuzuri de autoritate, funcţie, ” intervenţii ”, că vorba ceea, la noi ” o mână spală pe alta ”… justiţie sau instrument, unealtă-n mâna dreguitorilor… păi, e limpede : o justiţie subordonată, maşinuţă teleghidată…

Justiţie curată… o expresie mult trâmbiţată, că dă bine, nu-i aşa ? Şi… atât. Vorbe, teorii frumos ambalate, promisiuni, falsitate… interese, jocuri de culise, tabere, găşti, haite… ” Justiţia ”, din nefericire a devenit o… jucărie, o paiaţă. ” Justiţiarii ”, majoritatea cu rezistenţă scăzută la ” stress ”, cu ” slăbiciuni ”, afinităţi, receptivă la solicitări, influenţe…

A fost odată… un Sfat al Bătrânilor… acum… o biată ” Justiţie ”, şi… ce ” dar ” să-i oferi de Ziua ei ? Cartonaş roşu, bilă neagră… de parcă ar păsa cuiva.

Poate cândva….

Sibilla

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Dosarele lui Nastase, instrumentate “ca la nebuni”

Fostul prim ministru Adrian Nastase spune despre felul in care sunt instrumentate dosarele in care este implicat ca “e ca la nebuni”. El a expus la Cluj-Napoca pe larg cele trei dosare pe care le are si despre si-a reafirmat convingerea ca au substrat politic.

Cu privire la dosarul Eurografica, Nastase sustine ca este imposibil ca audierea celor 970 de martori sa duca la concluzii concrete. “Eu am un dosar la Inalta Curte de Casatie si Justitie privind afisele si pixurile din campania din 2004. Acolo sunt 970 de martori care in urmatorii zece ani probabil ca vor fi audiati, vor povesti probabil lucruri interesante si vom afla peste zece ani cum justitia si-a facut datoria. Este o prostie si nu cred ca cineva isi inchipuie in mod serios ca dosarul acesta va duce la ceva”, a declarat Nastase.

Mai sunt doua dosare care in momentul de fata sunt la DNA. Si la ora la care vorbim se desfasoara audieri. E vorba de un dosar pe cazul Zambaccian care vizeaza un contract civil, nu pe bani de la stat, si care a ajuns la DNA pentru ca si eu am cerut asta in Parlament. A mai existat un dosar care a fost examinat pe larg in 2008, atunci cand comisia juridica, condusa de catre un clujean (deputatul PD-L Daniel Buda, n. red.), a facut o recomandare catre plen sa nu se voteze inceperea urmaririi penale. E acel dosar in care se spunea ca am o piscina pe casa, si in realitate era o cada de baie, ca am un buncar si era un adapost ALA, si asa mai departe”, a amintit Nastase.

Fostul premier sustine ca votul din Parlament dovedeste ca dosarul este unul politic. “Am fost ore intregi la comisia juridica si am explicat aceste lucruri, colegii au fost de acord ca este o hartuire juridica si ca acest dosar nu are substanta. Pe aceasta baza, chemati fiind din vacanta de catre Traian Basescu, deputatii au votat in august 2008 cu 150 de voturi impotriva si numai 120 pentru sa nu inceapa urmarirea penala. Dupa aceea cei de la PD-L au cerut o schimbare a regulilor jocurilor, de schimbare a regulamentului Camerei Deputatilor, Curtea Constitutionala a acceptat modificarea regulamentului si, pe aceasta baza, Traian Basescu a cerut procurorului general sa gaseasca o cale de a mai trimite acest dosar inca o data in Parlament”, a mai precizat Nastase.

Acesta a acuzat-o pe procurorul general, Laura Kovesi, ca a actionat la comanda politica atunci cand a cerut Camerei Deputatilor sau reia votul asupra dosarului sau. “Procurorul general s-a conformat si a cerut Parlamentului sa mai voteze o data ceea ce mai votase si sa aplice retroactiv o decizie a Curtii Constitutionale. Asta ar fi creat un precedent periculos pentru ca ar fi insemnat ca 600 de hotarari ale Camerei sa fie revotate in conditiile in care articolul 147 din Constitutie spune ca aceste decizii (ale Curtii Constitutionale, n. red.) se aplica numai pentru viitor”, a explicat Nastase.

El spune ca deputatii au inteles faptul ca trebuie sa se opuna unei cereri care incalca legea fundamentala si principiile neretroactivitatii si a lucrului judecat. Nastase mai spune ca acestui dosar i s-a dat drumul in campania electorala pentru a afecta PSD, dar “n-a tinut”, si este convins ca acelasi dosar va mai reaparea in discutie si in viitor.

Justiţie oarbă, lupi moralişti, abuzuri, interese şi… o duhoare… una care nu ne face cinste, dar… trăim vremurile de pe urmă… :

IMPARATUL MĂRĂCIN
[ FABULA ]

Pe campia-mbucurata,
Venit-au multi sa se intreaca
Si mici si mari, copaci si-o vaca
Si vita cea imbelsugata.

Venira si mai multe pasari,
Ce se-ntreceau in cuvantari…
Lasand doar linistea-n visari,
Creand mirari si chiar cantari.

Cand dimineata sa ivit,
Iar roua umezea culcusul,
Se ridica de jos bursucul
Sa spuna ce-a mai auzit.

Cand gura si-a deschis sa zica
Ceva ce el stia mai mult,
Vestite gastele,strigara,
Ca-i vremea lor,nu-a lui bursuc…

Bursucul, renunta la vorba
Si se retrase-n pace lin,
Lasand , perfida gasculita
Ce-l lauda, pe MARACIN.

Veni si randul caprioarei
Sa le vesteasca adevarul…
Dar, vulpea-i spuse domnisoarei,
Cum sa isi netezeasca…parul…

Opritu-sa si caprioara,
Din luminarea ce vroia
Sa-ndrepte ,strambatatea lumii,
Ce multa ura aduna.

Opriti au fost si pitpalacul,
Privighetoarea,ciocarlia,
Multe-a avut de spus si corbul,
Precum si bradul si scumpia…

Si MARACINUL ,laudat,
Se ridicase imparat…
Sa duca strambatate-n sat
Prin faptele-i de ,,usurat”

Dar n-apuca sa treaca vara,
Caci, focul i-a cuprins putin…
Si au ramas cu toti, de seara,
Fara-mparatul MARACIN…

Cuprinsi au fost cei rai de teama,
Ca judecata,i-a ajuns,
Si-au trebuit sa ia in seama,
Ca au primit, cel drept raspuns…

emma

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Lupul moralist ( zăusul Băsescu )…

V-am spus, cum mi se pare, de nu iti fi uitat,

Ca lupul se-ntamplase s-ajunga imparat.

Dar fiindca v-am spus-o, voi inca sa va spui

Ceea ce s-a urmat sub stapanirea lui.

Auzind imparatul ca-n staturile sale

Fac napastuiri multe parosii dregatori,

Ca pravila sta-n gheare, ca nu e deal sau vale

Unde sa nu vezi jertfe mai multi prigonitori1,

Porunci sa se stranga obsteasca adunare

Langa un copac mare;

Caci vrea pe unii-altii sa ii cam dojeneasca,

Si-n putine cuvinte,

Sa le-aduca aminte

Datoriile lor.

Toti se infatisara; si-naltimea lupeasca

Incepu sa vorbeasca

C-un glas dojenitor:

“Domnilor de tot felul! Bune sunt astea toate?

Datoriile slujbei astfel le impliniti?

Nu aveti nici sfiala, nici frica de pacate,

Sa faceti nedreptate si sa napastuiti?

Toate slujbele voastre tara vi le plateste:

Inca, pe la soroace,

Cate un dar va face.

Dar reaua naravire,

Ce o aveti din fire,

Nu se tamaduieste.

Vedeti cu ce morti grele

Se ispravesc din lume

Si cum lasa rau nume

Acei care fac rele.

Ganditi-va ca poate veti da cuvant odata

La-nalta judecata.

Ganditi-va la suflet, si luati de la mine

Pilda a face bine.”

ăst cuvant minunat,

Pe care domnul lup auz ca l-a-nvatat,

Trecand pe langa sat,

La ziua unui sfant, cand preotul citea

Si propovaduia,

Pe multi din dregatori sa planga i-a-ndemnat.

“E! ce ati hotarat, jupani amploiati?

Oare-o sa va-ndreptati?”

Ii intreba atunci inaltimea-mblanita,

Ce purta o manta de oaie jupuita.

“Spuneti, o sa schimbati purtarea-va cea proasta?”

- “Sa traiti la multi ani, dobitocia-voastra,

Raspunse un vulpoi, in slujbe laudat;

Ne poate fi iertat,

Sa va-ntrebam smerit, de vreti a ne-arata,

De unde-ati cumparat postavul de manta?”

Cand mantaua domneasca este de piei de oaie,

Atunci judecatorii fiti siguri ca despoaie.

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Ziua Justiţiei… ce să-i urezi… poate să aminteşti tuturor celor ce au urechi, ochi, minte, ca, măcar în ceasul al 12-lea să mediteze la : Legile Belagine, Sfatul Bătrânilor Înţelepţi, la multe, atât de multe… căci ” nimeni nu-i mai presus de Lege ” după cum se…  zice, ziceam…

” Justiţia. Ochii lumii, scăpărând dublu, ca o armă de vânătoare.  ”   ( Valeriu Butulescu )

” Justiţia nu este altceva decât convenienţa celui mai puternic . ”   ( Platon )

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LARRY THE PENGUIN SEARCHES FOR THE MEANING OF LIFE by Charles W. Belser

Paperback: 374 pages

Publisher: Misaki Books (October 1, 2008)

ISBN-10: 098208465X

ISBN-13: 978-0982084656

Price: $14.95

Avalable from Amazon.com

In 1908, French author Anatole France wrote a fascinating social and religious satire called Penguin Island. In it a wandering Christian monk lands on a (fictitious) island populated by penguins on Europe’s northern coast. The monk is a little near sighted, and, imagining that the penguins are people, promptly baptizes them—much to the distress of god on high—inadvertently supplying the birds with immortal souls. The events that followed on Penguin Island were a parody of European history and western religion that was controversial in its day. Today, a wonderful new social and religious satire featuring penguins raises its noble flipper in the brand new novel: Larry the Penguin Searches for the Meaning of Life.

The story is an odd mixture of intriguing elements: part fable, part on going Socratic dialog, part slapstick comedy, and part deadly serious satire all woven into a bizarre tale about Larry the Penguin’s quest in search for the meaning of life. The story starts out in Antarctica—but soon travels far afield. In his penguin peregrinations, Larry is joined by unlikely companions, including an arctic polar bear named Marsha who is “seeking her destiny,” and a human scientist/zoologist, Scott, who is agonizing over the fact that his strict brand of Christianity will not permit him to allow stem cell therapy for his son—who is dying of leukemia. (Little wonder that the animals call human beings “bonkers.”)

The time setting is roughly contemporary, and the world in which the story is set is real—but with talking animals who view themselves as the intelligent life forms on the planet engaging in perpetual Socratic dialogs on deep philosophical and religious matters, and a plot that unfolds like a Marx Brothers’ movie—lunacy may be presumed.

Belser is clearly a religious skeptic, but that doesn’t prevent him from allowing lively debate among his many human and non-human characters on many complex issues, and giving many different arguments and points of view full play as the story unfolds. The result is an adventure that is by turns bizarre, intellectually stimulating, hilarious, and deadly serious. Somehow the author manages to spoof the search for universal meaning without duly denigrating it.  In fact, Belser seems to celebrate the dopey optimism of the quest—finding a quirky nobility as well as rich humor in it.

Those who have deeply entrenched religious and philosophic beliefs that they do not want disturbed, should avoid this book. Larry’s wonderful journey might lead such readers to believe that the world is more marvelous and mysterious than they had hitherto presumed. However, those who choose to join Larry’s quest in the spirit of adventure and enquiry, and see in it echoes of their own searches for truth, are sure to enjoy this book whether they fully agree with the author or not. Thoughtful readers everywhere are sure to find this book a delight.

φ φ φ φ (four roses out of five)                                  -Rod Clark

By changing the inner attitudes of minds, can change the outer aspects of lives. – William James

We can do noble acts without ruling. – Aristotle

To accomplish great things, we must dream as well as act. – Anatole France

“Az ígéretek kevesebbe kerülnek az ajándékoknál, és sokkal többet érnek náluk. Sohasem adunk annyit, mint amikor reményt adunk.”
Anatole France

Questa notte ho fatto un brutto sogno.
Nessuno soffriva al posto mio.
C’ero solo io. E stavo male. Molto male. Mi sono svegliato bene però. Poi mi è venuto in mente il sogno e ho cominciato a rifletterci un pò su.
Davvero brutto.
Non sono andato a cercare un’interpretazione onirica, ma ho trovato questa frase di Anatole France che mi ha colpito particolarmente.

Quel che vediam la notte, è lo sfortunato residuo di quanto abbiamo negletto durante la veglia. Il sogno è sovente la rivincita delle cose disprezzate o il rimprovero degli esseri abbandonati. Da qui l’imprevisto e talvolta la tristezza.