Tuesday, October 15, 2024

Deutsche Sprachen 101

1966
Eine katholische Jungen-Highschool
Die South Shore von Boston
Vier Sprachen zur Auswahl
Spanisch, Französisch, Latein, Deutsch
Spanisch einfach
Hatte Französisch im Gymnasium
Latein als Messdiener
Meine Auswahlmöglichkeiten
Latein und Deutsch
Warum nicht?___
Mein Lehrer Bruder Karl
Kettenraucher
Aus Bayern
Kehliges Knurren mit phlegmatischem Husten
Vier Jahre
Reading Goethe und Kafka
Zweimal fällt er durch.
Sonst Dreier und Vierer
Spuckt er oft aus
„Smith, du sprichst wie ein Zuhälter von der Reeperbahn. Scheiß, aber mit gutem Akzent."
Nach dem Abschluss

1970
Ein katholisches College in Boston
Noch zwei mehr Jahre von Deutsch
Geinrich Boll
Gunther Grass
Nicht besser Vielleicht schlimmer
Niemand spricht dort Deutsch___

Jedes Jahr zu Weihnachten.
Eine Karte
Nach Tabak riechend
Von Bruder Karl
"An meinen besten Schüler."
Du redest wie Scheiße
Ein Lachen___
1976
New York
Sprich Jiddisch mit den Chassidim.
IB Singer Immer noch nicht besser___
1982
Hamburg
Arbeite für die Reeperbahn-Zuhälter
Walter Abish 'Wie Deuscthe Es Ist' Wahrscheinlich spricht nur einer von Bruder Karl's Schülern Deutsch.
Der Leiter der GmBH
Kalle sagt Du sprichst wie Scheiße___
Naturlich
Ich Sprich wie ein Zuhalter Vielen Dank, Bruder Karl___

In English

1966
A Catholic boys' high school
The South Shore of Boston
Four languages to choose
Spanish, French, Latin, German
Spanish easy
Latin as an altar boy
French in grade school
Choices
Latin and German.
Why not?
My teacher, Brother Karl
Chain smoker
From Bavaria
Throat growl
Phlegmatic cough
Four years
He fails twice
Reading Kafka
Goethe
Latin as an altar boy
Otherwise Cs and Ds
He often spits...
"Smith, you talk like a pimp from the Reeperbahn. Shitty, but with a Hamburg accent."___

After graduation
A Catholic college in Boston
Two more years of German
Gunter Grass
Heinrich Boll
No better
Maybe worse
Nobody speaks German there___
Every year at Christmas
A card
Smelling of tobacco
From Brother Karl
To my best student
You speak like shit
A laugh___

1976
New York
Speak Yiddish with the Hasidim
Isaac B Singer
Still no better___

1982
Hamburg.
Work for the Reeperbahn pimps
Probably only one of Brother Karl's students speaking German
Walter Abish ' How German is it?"
Kalle The head of the GmbH
A notorious gang
Says
You speak like us
Like shit
Naturlich
I speak like a pimp
Thank you, Brother Karl___

Sunday, October 13, 2024

Naked Fight A Paris 1985

On a Friday morning an Air France flight from Los Angeles landed on time at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris. Sharon and Amber exit from the 747 and proceeded through the terminal to pick up their luggage, four big bags packed with exotic clothing. Men and women stared at the two women dressed sexily, as if they were attending the Adult Video awards in Las Vegas, then again men stared at them everywhere. They shouted sex. The two had been invited to shoot several porno films by a French XXX production and also help teach the the native porn stars how to speak English. Basically Fuck Language 101.

A young man greeted them outside of the customs and let them to a renault limo. He placed their bags in the trunk and said his name was Rene. Sharon and Amber laughed at his name. They sat in the back and he sat up front with a surly unshaven driver. Both women smelled that he had not bathed today and maybe not this week.

"You are so French." Sharon almost expected him to be wearing a beret. THe slender brunette had never been to France before, but she had been born in Italy where her mother gave her up to adoption to a Catholic Family in New Jersey. She always said that explained why she have become a porno actress. Her blonde buxom companion had different reasons.

"I was hoping for you to be wearing a beret," said Amber. Coming from Orange County California the closest she had ever been to France was at Disneyland's IT'S A SMALL WORLD ride. Looking out the window she knew this county was nothing like Orange County. Flat farmland as far as the eye could see and the highways weren't so crowded with big American cars.

"I am French, but not that French." Rene smiled from the front passenger seat.

"Are you an actor?" Amber hoped he was, because most of the men she had seen in French XXX films look like cavemen. Rene was cute.

"No, I work in production, but I'm here to be your guide in the daytime."

"What do you do at night?" asked Sharon. She was already fantasizing about a menage a trois. She had learned that phrase for two women and men in bed from her cousin James, who lived in Paris and work at a nightclub called La Balajo.

"I go out sometimes."

"My cousin Pete works at the Balajo and a couple of other clubs."

"Monday night. I know it."

"He works a few more clubs."

In 1982 Pete had fled New York to avoid an Internal Affairs and FBI investigation into the Continental Club, a notorious after-hours haunt in West Chelsea. He hadn't been back for three years, except for the holidays. They were longtime fuck-buddies.

"I hear you talk about him all the time. You don't sound like cousins." Amber smirked having heard about their sexual exploits in New York.

"Oh we're cousins all right." They weren't really cousins but saying that they were saved time from explaining how they met at The Nursery, a sordid after-hours Club on 3rd Avenue in the East Village. Lovers ever since.

"He lives on Ile St. Louis."

"That is very fancy. In the middle of Paris, an island in the Seine." Rene lifted his eyebrow.

"Funny, Pete lived in a slum in New York. So did I. These Village was a great place for the Young."

"Still is," added Amber, she had a couple of rock and roll boyfriends on the Lower East Side. New York was an always a fun town for her whenever she was dancing at Show World. It was not Los Angeles and as they entered the Paris suburbs, she was sure that Paris was in Los Angeles either or even California or anywhere in the United States. "I'm looking to have a good time here. Are you single?"

"No, I have a girlfriend, but she likes to how you say swing with girls."

"With with girls like us," ask Sharon.

"Oui, with girls like you."

"I knew I would love Paris." She had been dreaming of this trip since the phone call from Paris . She had called Pete . He had promised to be a good guide and they both knew what that meant as did Amber .

The limousine drop them at a small hotel in La Marais, the Jewish quarter by the Seine. Pete had suggested the hotel. The proprietor was a sweet Jewish woman, Madame Gruntuch, who laughed to see them.

"Tu es la cousine de Peter."

Sharon roughly translated what she said to understand that she was a cousin of Peter. She knew that he had been a guest here many times and the old woman must have loved him. Everyone loved Pete, except for those who did not love him. The only trouble he was was to himself, but he was able to survive that . He was the luckiest man Sharon knew.

Madame Gruntuch let him up to the top floor, a duplex with a large king bed and its windows overlooking rooftops with Notre Dame in the near distance. There was no phone and Rene translated to the owner had said they could call them downstairs and she will take your messages. He pointed to a business card on the bed table. The old woman left wishing them good luck .

"This isn't far from where your cousin lives." Rene dropped the last of their bags, looking completely exhausted. He gave them a stack of Francs and said, "This is for you to get comfortable. You must be exhausted after your long flight."

"Not at all. We're ready to rock. I'll call my cousin. He's waiting for us. He'll be our guide."

Rene seemed to relieved by this news, wrote down his phone number, and said , "I have work to do, but I know my boss, Jacques wants to meet you at 5:00 over in St. Germain. Le Deux Magots. It's a famous cafe. I'm sure your cousin will know where it is."

Rene left and the two women were alone for the first time since they entered the LAX terminal. They had made love in the jet's water closet over the Atlantic, just to claim another flight for the mile-high club.

"I don't know about you, but I could use a shower." Sharon stripped off her clothing

"Together?" amber unbuttoned her shirts, baring her small breasts.

"Of course." Neither of them were busty and Sharon was sure that Amber was her cousin's type. Neither of them were jealous and neither was Amber.

Any plans to do a morning tour of Paris was finished after the shower the two fell into bed cuddled and fell asleep, despite Sharon's snoring. It was good to be in Paris.

The two woke to the rain. Sharon got out of bed and padded across the cold wooden floor to the window. Down below the Narrow Street was empty. The Twin Towers of Notre Dame for shrouded by the downpour she turned to amber and asked, "Did you bring any rain gear?"

"We live in LA. Why would we have rain gear?"

"Because we're in Paris and I remember my cousin saying to bring wet weather gear."

"And did you?"

"I brought flip-flops, but it's not flip flop weather out there. We're going to need an umbrellas and raincoats and maybe even boots."

Amber slipped out of bed and joined Sharon at the window. Both of them were shivering in their nakedness. She had been brought up in New Jersey. This cold was not like that cold. Damned damp.

"I was not born to be in weather like this." Amber had seen rain like this in California during monsoon season and she hated that time. Nothing was ever dry.

"Don't worry I'll keep you warm."

The two return to bed pulled up the duvet. Sharon looked at her watch and realize it was still on La time. The only time she knew it was was daytime.

"You stay in bed I'll go get umbrellas and raincoats. Maybe Madam Grinch will bring us up some breakfast when I come back."

"Some some good news finally."

Sharon dressed quickly in a warm-up suit and a leather jacket. Her only boots were leather thigh high stiletto heels. All her other Footwear were sneakers and sandal. Kissing Amber she left the hotel room and walk down the stairs to the front desk. Madam Grand took was there and smiled to see her guest. The old woman glance at the clock. It was ten to 11. She handed Sharon an umbrella and a note. It was from her cousin. He had left his telephone number and address, plus where he worked, the Balajo on Rue de Lappe. Madam Grintuch informed her where to buy raincoat and shoes on the nearby boulevard.

"Merci." the only other words she knew in French were Bonjour and Bon nuit.

Sharon stepped out onto the sidewalk the rain wasn't as heavy. She unfurled the umbrella and walk down Rue des Ecouffes to a broad boulevard. The store was where Madame Gruntuch said it was. She bought out gloves, black raincoats, and shoes as well as two berets. The shop lady approved of the change-over and said in broken English, "Now you are a Parisian."

Back out in the boulevard Sharon started to hurry back to the hotel. She felt warmer and the boots She spotted a cute cafe with an awning. The middle-aged woman behind the bar waved for her to come inside. Sharon nodded, but sat outside under the awning. No one else was sitting outside. Sharon wanted to see Paris in the rain in order to a cafe and a cognac. They came fast and she admired her reflection in the window. She looked very European, as she should having been born in Napoli far to the South. Here's world in Her Eyes. This is my continent my country is to the South i'm back home. Where I belonged. Sharon picked up a a napkin buried her face in the white cloth. The older woman came out and asked if everything was okay. Sharon nodded and said, "It's a long time since I've been in Europe. I'm happy to be home."

A Crescent Moon O'er Myrtle

A crescent moon in a clear sky
Low over Saba Deli on Myrtle Avenue
The tilt of the Earth
15%
Two weeks after the vernal equinox
The Autumn sun setting due West___
All estimates mostly guesses,
Save one certainty
The bankrupt DeKalb Tower
Empty tonight.
The epitome of the unbeauty of luxury condos___

ps I had a better shot of this but I deleted it. Opps.

Saturday, October 12, 2024

October 13, 1492

Recently I have been reading THE FOUR VOYAGES by Cristoforo Colombo translated by JM Cohen.

A great read of exploration, but disquieting with early entries predicting the extermination of the Arawaks or Tainos who inhabited the Caribbean and Central America. For centuries western historians guiltcaped the extinction by blaming the disappearance of the egalitarian culture on Smallpox, when in fact the reason for this genocide was the spread of disease through rape and Spanish not bathing, slavery, and brutality. The invaders worked them so hard, that by 1514 the population of Hispaniola, which had been estimated at between several hundred thousand to over a million people, had been reduced to a mere 35,000 years they killed half the people in Hispanola, about 125,000 people according to Wikipedia. At present time approximately 15,000 Arawaks lived in Guyana, with smaller numbers present in Venezuela, Suriname, and French Guiana, although their DNA is strongly represented throughout the islands. Their numbers are increasing despite all attempts to kill them off by the West.

The language lives on too.

Ayo.

FROM THE DIARY OF CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS

SATURDAY OCTOBER 13, 1492

As soon as it dawned, many of these people came to the beach—all young, as I have said, and all of good stature—very handsome people, with their hair not curly but straight and coarse, like horsehair; and all of them very wide in-the forehead and head, more so than any other race that I have seen so far. And their eyes are very handsome and not small; and none of them are black, but of the color of the Canary Islanders. Nor should anything else be expected since this island is on an east-west line with the island of Hierro in the Canaries. All alike have very straight legs and no belly but are very well formed.

They came to the ship with dugouts [canoes] that are made from the trunk of one tree, like a long boat, and all of one piece, and worked marvelously in the fashion of the land, and so big that in some of them 40 and 45 men came. And others smaller, down to some in which one man came alone. They row with a paddle like that of a baker and go marvelously. And if it capsizes on them then they throw themselves in the water, and they right and empty it with calabashes [hollowed out gourds] that they carry.

They brought balls of spun cotton and parrots and javelins and other little things that it would be tiresome to write down, and they gave everything for anything that was given to them. I was attentive and labored to find out if there was any gold; and I saw that some of them wore a little piece hung in a hole that they have in their noses. And by signs I was able to understand that, going to the south or rounding the island to the south, there was there a king who had large vessels of it and had very much gold. I strove to get them to go there and later saw that they had no intention of going. I decided to wait until the afternoon of the morrow and then depart for the southwest, for, as many of them showed me, they said there was land to the south and to the southwest and to the northwest and that these people from the northwest came to fight them many times.

And so I will go to the southwest to seek gold and precious stones. This island is quite big and very flat and with very green trees and much water and a very large lake in the middle and without any mountains; and all of it so green that it is a pleasure to look at. And these people are very gentle, and because of their desire to have some of our things, and believing that nothing will be given to them without their giving something, and not having anything, they take what they can and then throw themselves into the water to swim.

But everything they have they give for anything given to them, for they traded even pieces for pieces of bowls and broken glass cups, and I even saw 16 balls of cotton given for three Portuguese ceotis [copper coins], which is a Castilian blanca [a copper coin worth half of a maravedi]. And in them there was probably more than an arroba [around 24 pounds] of spun cotton.

This I had forbidden and I did not let anyone take any of it, except that I had ordered it all taken for Your Highnesses if it were in quantity. It grows here on this island, but because of the short rime I could not declare this for sure. And also the gold that they wear hung in their noses originates here; but in order not to lose time I want to go see if I can find the island of Cipango.

Now, since night had come, all the Indians went ashore in their dugouts.

Donald Tweet Columbus Day

From the Orange Messiah 2018

Christopher Columbus’s spirit of determination & adventure has provided inspiration to generations of Americans. On #ColumbusDay, we honor his remarkable accomplishments as a navigator, & celebrate his voyage into the unknown expanse of the Atlantic Ocean.

In truth Columbus voyaged west with the knowledge of Portugese and Basque fishermen, who harvested Cod from the Georges Bank off Newfoundland. The Vikings had also reached the Western Continent along with Irish monks. The Admiral of the Seven Oceans amazingly lost no one despite the Santa Maria running aground on Chri

stmas Day 1492, although the thirty-nine sailors he left on Hispanola were massacred by the Caribs after tormenting the Arawaks surrounding their colony.

After that Columbus and the Spaniards treated the indigenous people as slaves without souls. He was no saint, then again neither is Donald Trump.

Presidential Proclamation on Columbus Day, 2018

In 1492, Christopher Columbus and his mighty three-ship fleet, the Niña, Pinta, and Santa Maria, first spotted the Americas. His historic achievement ushered in an Age of Discovery that expanded our knowledge of the world. Columbus’s daring journey marked the beginning of centuries of transatlantic exploration that transformed the Western Hemisphere. On Columbus Day, we commemorate the achievements of this skilled Italian explorer and recognize his courage, will power, and ambition — all values we cherish as Americans.

Columbus’s spirit of determination and adventure has provided inspiration to generations of Americans. On Columbus Day, we honor his remarkable accomplishments as a navigator, and celebrate his voyage into the unknown expanse of the Atlantic Ocean. His expedition formed the initial bond between Europe and the Americas, and changed the world forever. Today, in that spirit, we continue to seek new horizons for greater opportunity and further discovery on land, in sea, and in space.

Although Spain sponsored his voyage, Columbus was, in fact, a proud citizen of the Italian City of Genoa. As we celebrate the tremendous strides our Nation has made since his arrival, we acknowledge the important contributions of Italian Americans to our country’s culture, business, and civic life. We are also thankful for our relationship with Italy, a great ally that shares our strong, unwavering commitment to peace and prosperity.

In commemoration of Christopher Columbus’s historic voyage, the Congress, by joint resolution of April 30, 1934, and modified in 1968 (36 U.S.C. 107), as amended, has requested the President proclaim the second Monday of October of each year as “Columbus Day.”

NOW, THEREFORE, I, DONALD J. TRUMP, President of the United States of America, by virtue of the authority vested in me by the Constitution and the laws of the United States, do hereby proclaim October 8, 2018, as Columbus Day. I call upon the people of the United States to observe this day with appropriate ceremonies and activities. I also direct that the flag of the United States be displayed on all public buildings on the appointed day in honor of our diverse history and all who have contributed to shaping this Nation.

IN WITNESS WHEREOF, I have hereunto set my hand this fifth day of October, in the year of our Lord two thousand eighteen, and of the Independence of the United States of America the two hundred and forty-third.

DONALD J. TRUMP

So Speaketh Da Trumpster.

THe dead can only speak to ghosts.

A Gift From the New World


Young men in the 1960s were constantly warned about the dangers of drugs, rock n roll, and sex.

Sex not only led you to hell, but to Syphilis.

We had no idea what Syphilis was, how you got it, and what you did once you had it other than horrific tales of doctors shoving an umbrella needle up your penis. Fear was a credible prevention tool during those decades of ignorance, although not enough to keep us pure forever.

Before 1493 no one in Europe, Africa, or Asia had the Clap.

No one, until Columbus returned from his discovery of Haiti.

Of course the Native Americans claim that it was the Europeans who infected America not the other way around.

It’s a little like my first time getting a dose.

It was in Paris.

1984

I was faithful to my teenage girlfriend, Candia.

The jeune fille had an Italian lover. Their affair was supposedly over and I believed the 17 year-old. Men in their 30s can possess a soft heart for a young woman. She traveled to Italy for a photo shoot. We made love upon her return. A week later I went to the bathroom and experienced a burning sensation while passing water.

My trust had been rewarded with the clap.

“How could have I gotten this?”

"I don't know." Candia acted blameless. "Maybe it's something else."

We visited the the Palais Royal Red Cross clinic. They tested us for free. The results were positive for both of us. as we walked through the regal garden, I said, “You should tell your boyfriend.”

“He would not give me this. You must have gotten it off a toilet seat.”

“Toilet seat?” I didn’t get the clap from a toilet seat and broke up with Candida. We said nothing about her gift until she gave me the gift that keeps giving once again. I went to the Palais Royal and got another dose of medicine. Candia wanted to get back with me. I called her to say I was leaving for the States. I haven't had the clap since, but I can state without any doubt that Columbus did not get Syphilis off a toilet seat.

I doubted either the Caribs used sitting shitters and the Spanish of that era of exploration were even less elegant with their sanitary habits.

The returning members of his first expedition got the clap from sex.

Thank you, Columbus.

Without you we would have never had condoms.