chelle Posted September 3, 2003 Share Posted September 3, 2003 It's good, but I'm just getting started on it. Usually takes me a while to get through the philosophy stuff. Gotta take time to sink in. If you like the whole Pooh metaphor "Pooh on Management" (or something like that) is a great book about management theory. Came out in the early 90s I think. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dru Posted September 3, 2003 Share Posted September 3, 2003 FIRST DELIRIUM: The Foolish Virgin / The Infernal Bridegroom Let us hear the confession of an old friend in Hell: "O Lord, O Celestial Bridegroom, do not turn thy face from the confession of the most pitiful of thy handmaidens. I am lost. I'm drunk. I'm impure. What a life! "Pardon, Lord in Heaven, pardon! Ah, pardon! All these tears! And all the tears to come later on, I hope! "Later on, I will meet the Celestial Bridegroom! I was born to be His slave. --That other one can beat me now! "Right now, it's the end of the world! Oh, girls... my friends... no, not my friends... I've never gone through anything like this; delirium, torments, anything.... It's so silly! "Oh, I cry, I'm suffering! I really am suffering! And still I've got a right to do whatever I want, now that I am covered with contempt by the most contemptible hearts. "Well, let me make my confession anyway, though I may have to repeat it twenty times again-- so dull, and so insignificant! "I am a slave of the Infernal Bridegroom; the one who seduced the foolish virgins. That's exactly the devil he is. He's no phantom, he's no ghost. But I, who have lost my wits, damned and dead to the world-- no one will be able to kill me-- how can I describe him to you? I can't even talk anymore! I'm all dressed in mourning, I'm crying, I'm afraid. Please, dear Lord, a little fresh air, if you don't mind, please! "I am a widow-- I used to be a widow-- oh, yes, I used to be very serious in those days; I wasn't born to become a skeleton! He was a child-- or almost.... His delicate, mysterious ways enchanted me. I forgot all my duties in order to follow him. What a life we lead! True life is lacking. We are exiles from this world, really-- I go where he goes; I have to. And lots of times he gets mad at me-- at me, poor sinner! That Devil! (He really is a Devil, you know, and not a man.) "He says: `I don't love women. Love has to be reinvented, we know that. The only thing women can ultimately imagine is security. Once they get that, love, beauty, everything else goes out the window. All they have left is cold disdain; that's what marriages live on nowadays. Sometimes I see women who ought to be happy, with whom I could have found companionship, already swallowed up by brutes with as much feeling as an old log....' "I listen to him turn infamy into glory, cruelty into charm. `I belong to an ancient race: my ancestors were Norsemen: they slashed their own bodies, drank their own blood. I'll slash my body all over, I'll tattoo myself, I want to be as ugly as a Mongol; you'll see, I'll scream in the streets. I want to get really mad with anger. Don't show me jewels; I'll get down on all fours and writhe on the carpet. I want my wealth stained all over with blood. I will never do any work....' Several times, at night, his demon seized me, and we rolled about wrestling! --Sometimes at night when he's drunk he hangs around street corners or behind doors, to scare me to death. `I'll get my throat cut for sure, won't that be disgusting.' And, oh, those days when he wants to go around pretending he's a criminal! "Sometimes he talks, in his backcountry words, full of emotion, about death, and how it makes us repent, and how surely there are miserable people in the world, about exhausting work, and about saying goodbye and how it tears your heart. In the dives where we used to get drunk, he would cry when he looked at the people around us-- cattle of the slums. He used to pick up drunks in the dark streets. He had the pity of a brutal mother for little children. He went around with all the sweetness of a little girl on her way to Sunday school. He pretended to know all about everything-- business, art, medicine-- and I always went along with him; I had to! "I used to see clearly all the trappings that he hung up in his imagination; costumes, fabric, furniture.... It was I who lent him weapons, and a change of face. I could visualize everything that affected him, exactly as he would have imagined it for himself. Whenever he seemed depressed, I would follow him into strange, complicated adventures, on and on, into good and evil; but I always knew I could never be a part of his world. Beside his dear body, as he slept, I lay awake hour after hour, night after night, trying to imagine why he wanted so much to escape from reality. No man before ever had such a desire. I was aware-- without being afraid for him-- that he could become a serious menace to society. Did he, perhaps, have secrets that would remake life? No, I told myself, he was only looking for them. But of course, his charity is under a spell, and I am its prisoner. No one else could have the strength-- the strength of despair!-- to stand it, to stand being cared for and loved by him. Besides, I could never imagine him with anybody else-- we all have eyes for our own Dark Angel, never other people's Angels-- at least I think so. I lived in his soul as if it were a palace that had been cleared out so that the most unworthy person in it would be you, that's all. Ah, really, I used to depend on him terribly. But what did he want with my dull, my cowardly existence? He couldn't improve me, though he never managed to kill me! I get so sad and disappointed; sometimes I say to him `I understand you.' He just shrugs his shoulders. "And so my heartaches kept growing and growing, and I saw myself going more and more to pieces (and everyone else would have seen it, too, if I hadn't been so miserable that no one even looked at me anymore!), and still more and more I craved his affection.... His kisses and his friendly arms around me were just like heaven-- a dark heaven, that I could go into, and where I wanted only to be left-- poor, deaf, dumb, and blind. Already, I was getting to depend on it. And I used to imagine that we were two happy children free to wander in a Paradise of sadness. We were in absolute harmony. Deeply moved, we labored side by side. But then, after a piercing embrace, he would say: `How funny it will all seem, all you've gone through, when I'm not here anymore. When you no longer feel my arms around your shoulders, nor my heart beneath you, nor this mouth on your eyes. Because I will have to go away someday, far away. Besides, I've got to help out others too; that's what I'm here for. Although I won't really like it... dear heart...' And in that instant I could feel myself, with him gone, dizzy with fear, sinking down into the most horrible blackness-- into death. I made him promise that he would never leave me. And he promised, twenty times; promised like a lover. It was as meaningless as my saying to him: `I understand you.' "Oh, I've never been jealous of him. He'll never leave me, I'm sure of it. What will he do? He doesn't know a soul; he'll never work; he wants to live like a sleepwalker. Can his kindness and his charity by themselves give him his place in the real world? There are moments when I forget the wretched mess I've fallen into.... He will give me strength; we'll travel, we'll go hunting in the desert, we'll sleep on the sidewalks of unknown cities, carefree and happy. Or else some day I'll wake up and his magic power will have changed all laws and morals, but the world will still be the same and leave me my desires and my joys and my lack of concern. Oh, that wonderful world of adventures that we found in children's books-- won't you give me that world? I've suffered so much; I deserve a reward.... He can't. I don't know what he really wants. He says he has hopes and regrets: but they have nothing to do with me. Does he talk to God? Maybe I should talk to God myself. I am in the depths of an abyss, and I have forgotten how to pray. "Suppose he did explain his sadness to me-- would I understand it any better than his jokes and insults? He attacks me, he spends hours making me ashamed of everything in the world that has ever meant anything to me, and then he gets mad if I cry. "... `Do you see that lovely young man going into that beautiful, peaceful house? His name is Duval, Dufour; ...Armand, Maurice, whatever you please. There is a woman who has spent her life loving that evil creature; she died. I'm sure she's a saint in heaven right now. You are going to kill me the way he killed that woman. That's what's in store for all of us who have unselfish hearts....' Oh, dear! There were days when all men of action seemed to him like the toys of some grotesque raving. He would laugh, horribly, on and on. Then he would go back to acting like a young mother, or an older sister.... If he were not such a wild thing, we would be saved! But even his sweetness is mortal.... I am his slave.... "Oh, I've lost my mind! "Some day maybe he'll just disappear miraculously, but I absolutely must be told about it, I mean if he's going to go back up into heaven or someplace, so that I can go and watch for just a minute the Assumption of my darling boy...." One hell of a household! etc. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lummox Posted September 3, 2003 Author Share Posted September 3, 2003 read anything published recently? i have read most of what you folks have mentioned (outside of the french poetry a course). Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
babnik Posted September 3, 2003 Share Posted September 3, 2003 up in the air- walter kirn. witty read. kinda dissapointing ending though. enjoyed it still. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RobBob Posted September 3, 2003 Share Posted September 3, 2003 If you like the whole Pooh metaphor "Pooh on Management" (or something like that) is a great book about management theory. Came out in the early 90s I think Now I'm sorry but I cannot let this one by (nothing personal, ehmmc). As an MBA who started with one employee 18 years ago and now has a bunch of 'em, I can tell you that there are plenty of good management books out there. They range from most anything by Peter Drucker or Michael Porter or Theodore Levitt to feel-good books like Think and Grow Rich by Napoleon Hill or anything by Dale Carnegie. The most-timeless mgt strategy book perhaps is The Art of War. Winnie The Pooh is for kids. AA Milne wrote it for his son Christopher. Disney bastardized Pooh enough, for god's sake. I don't give a fuck what Pooh or Jesus think about business...because they don't know shit about business. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lummox Posted September 3, 2003 Author Share Posted September 3, 2003 RobBob said: If you like the whole Pooh metaphor "Pooh on Management" (or something like that) is a great book about management theory. Came out in the early 90s I think Now I'm sorry but I cannot let this one by (nothing personal, ehmmc). As an MBA who started with one employee 18 years ago and now has a bunch of 'em, I can tell you that there are plenty of good management books out there. They range from most anything by Peter Drucker or Michael Porter or Theodore Levitt to feel-good books like Think and Grow Rich by Napoleon Hill or anything by Dale Carnegie. The most-timeless mgt strategy book perhaps is The Art of War. Winnie The Pooh is for kids. AA Milne wrote it for his son Christopher. Disney bastardized Pooh enough, for god's sake. I don't give a fuck what Pooh or Jesus think about business...because they don't know shit about business. i say 'the book of five rings' or 'the peter principle'. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RobBob Posted September 3, 2003 Share Posted September 3, 2003 ooh lummox shows his age w/ 'the peter principle' Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
To_The_Top Posted September 3, 2003 Share Posted September 3, 2003 RobBob said: The most-timeless mgt strategy book perhaps is The Art of War. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Peter_Puget Posted September 3, 2003 Share Posted September 3, 2003 Haven’t read them but Jim Collins (FFA Psycho Roof, FFA Genesis) has written some management books. link PP Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lummox Posted September 3, 2003 Author Share Posted September 3, 2003 RobBob said: ooh lummox shows his age w/ 'the peter principle' book of five rings is five centuries old. the copy of 'the peter principle' i read belonged to my pop. and i have yet to be promoted to a level of incompetence. i havent ever had a job that long. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RobBob Posted September 3, 2003 Share Posted September 3, 2003 book of five rings is five centuries old. duh, lummox, and don't roll your eyes at me. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
E-rock Posted September 3, 2003 Share Posted September 3, 2003 RobBob said: If you like the whole Pooh metaphor "Pooh on Management" (or something like that) is a great book about management theory. Came out in the early 90s I think Now I'm sorry but I cannot let this one by (nothing personal, ehmmc). As an MBA who started with one employee 18 years ago and now has a bunch of 'em, I can tell you that there are plenty of good management books out there. They range from most anything by Peter Drucker or Michael Porter or Theodore Levitt to feel-good books like Think and Grow Rich by Napoleon Hill or anything by Dale Carnegie. The most-timeless mgt strategy book perhaps is The Art of War. Winnie The Pooh is for kids. AA Milne wrote it for his son Christopher. Disney bastardized Pooh enough, for god's sake. I don't give a fuck what Pooh or Jesus think about business...because they don't know shit about business. NERD ALERT! The Pooh books (Tao of Pooh, etc) are fun enjoyable reads. Yeah I'm sure there's TONS of interesting, fun reads on BUSINESS MANAGEMENT. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dru Posted September 3, 2003 Share Posted September 3, 2003 Did someone mention Pooh? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kitten Posted September 3, 2003 Share Posted September 3, 2003 I may get bastardized for this - has anyone read the new "Harry Potter"??? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sk Posted September 3, 2003 Share Posted September 3, 2003 kitten said: I may get bastardized for this - has anyone read the new "Harry Potter"??? not yet, my best girl hasn't handed it off yet. This week though Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Thinker Posted September 3, 2003 Share Posted September 3, 2003 I'm sailing thru 'The Voyage of the Beagle' right now. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sphinx Posted September 3, 2003 Share Posted September 3, 2003 kitten said: I may get bastardized for this - has anyone read the new "Harry Potter"??? Yes. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dru Posted September 3, 2003 Share Posted September 3, 2003 I heard Distel32 is reading "Hairy Spotter and the Full Loss Of Her Stone" right now Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
allthumbs Posted September 3, 2003 Share Posted September 3, 2003 I think half you wanks are full of shit. Other than Dru, who has no life, how many of you REALLY read? Maybe the bimbos, but you guys, come on. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
adventuregal Posted September 3, 2003 Share Posted September 3, 2003 trask said: I think half you wanks are full of shit. Other than Dru, who has no life, how many of you REALLY read? Maybe the bimbos, but you guys, come on. Trask, just because YOU haven't read anything besides this message board all summer doesn't mean that everyone else is as pathetic as you!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
babnik Posted September 3, 2003 Share Posted September 3, 2003 adventuregal said: trask said: I think half you wanks are full of shit. Other than Dru, who has no life, how many of you REALLY read? Maybe the bimbos, but you guys, come on. Trask, just because YOU haven't read anything besides this message board all summer doesn't mean that everyone else is as pathetic as you!! yeah, but these wanks still dont read for shit. have you taken a look at this babble? i mean shit! 1/2 these motherfuckers responded to my threads! how pathetic! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thelawgoddess Posted September 3, 2003 Share Posted September 3, 2003 i just read a_separate_reality_ by carlos castaneda -- one of my finds in the free book box at the library in south lake tahoe. it's EXCELLENT!!! i'm also currently reading another book about shamanism (from the same box), and i'm happy to report that i have discovered that one of my protector spirits is the spider. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sk Posted September 3, 2003 Share Posted September 3, 2003 thelawgoddess said: i just read a_separate_reality_ by carlos castaneda -- one of my finds in the free book box at the library in south lake tahoe. it's EXCELLENT!!! i'm also currently reading another book about shamanism (from the same box), and i'm happy to report that i have discovered that one of my protector spirits is the spider. you realy shouldn't tell that. when you saythings like that in public it can weaken your spirit and give people dark power over you Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
allthumbs Posted September 3, 2003 Share Posted September 3, 2003 adventuregal said: trask said: I think half you wanks are full of shit. Other than Dru, who has no life, how many of you REALLY read? Maybe the bimbos, but you guys, come on. Trask, just because YOU haven't read anything besides this message board all summer doesn't mean that everyone else is as pathetic as you!! that wasn't a very nice thing to say to me, adventuresome when was the last time you got laid? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dru Posted September 4, 2003 Share Posted September 4, 2003 thelawgoddess said: i just read a_separate_reality_ by carlos castaneda -- one of my finds in the free book box at the library in south lake tahoe. it's EXCELLENT!!! i'm also currently reading another book about shamanism (from the same box), and i'm happy to report that i have discovered that one of my protector spirits is the spider. look out. 2 of my friends died when i read that book Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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