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Eliot, Arnold and Reich-Ranicki

In the last post I did a ‘micro-review’ of Philip Henderson’s wonderful little book ‘Literature’ from 1935. Likewise I hinted at plans to do some more micro-reviews of ‘1.50-dollar-books’, all from the February Dutch book-sale in the Heilig-Geist Church House in downtown Copenhagen.

Here we go then.

1. THE LITERARY CRITICS – A STUDY OF ENGLISH DESCRIPTIVE CRITICISM.
By George Watson. Penguin Books, England, 1962, 248p, paper-back in pocket-book format.

Here is another author – an 35-year old Australian lecturing in Cambridge – that entices you with his semingly endless stock of knowledge about literature as well as of acute thinking and common sense.

Like most always I can only bring a few specimens, that popped up more or less arbitrarily. From the first page of Chapter 9, ‘The Early Twentieth Century’ – and T.S.Eliot:

‘The question sounds eminently reasonable, but remains unanswerable: what is revolutionary in the criticism of T.S.Eliot? Everyone – except, apparently, Mr Eliot himself – can see that the critical tradition of the whole English-speaking world has been turned upside down by the trickle of articles and lectures – there has never, strictly, been a critical book – issuing from his pen since the First World War.

‘But the nature of Eliot’s influence as a critic has always been felt to be mysterious and indefinable. E.M.W.Tillyard, in his history of the Cambridge English School, has told how the essays in THE SACRED WOOD (1920), when they first appeared, ‘made me uncomfortable, and I knew they could not be ignored’.

‘Disciples – even enemies – have hardly succeded in identifying what is new and special in Eliot’s criticism, though they have been loud in praise and censure. The most discreet of major English critics, he has practised evasion and reticence with determined skill.

‘In his earliest period, positions are tentatively stated and argument disarmed by a certain irony; in his middle years, argument is openly spurned; and in the later years, since the Second World War, he has elaborately pretended never to have been a major critic at all.

‘Altogether, his critical career might have been planned as a vast hoax to tempt the historian into solemnities for the sport of the Philistines.

‘The key to Eliot’s reticence as a critic surely lies in the relationship betwen his criticism and his poetry. In a sence, his criticism is a smoke-screen to the rest of his career.

‘It misleads as much as it reveals about the quality of his poems, and the smoke-screen grows thicker as the years pass. By the 1950s Eliot’s determination to hide himself from the devotees of his poetry by means of critical red-herrings had grown so obvious as to suggest a motive: the intense love of privacy, perhaps, of a fastidious New Englander whose poetry has led him into the indignity of spiritual self-exposure.

‘We fear something of the kind as early as a Harvard lecture of 1932, where he attempted to disarm analysis of ASH-WEDNESDAY (1930), a poem intimately tracking the path of a religious conversion, by suggesting the addition to the poem of a Byronic motto:

“But the fact is that i have nothing planned,
“Except perhaps to be a moment merry…

‘The mask of the sage slips as such moments of embarrassing whimsy, to reveal the face of injured piety.’

From Eliot we move back in time a bit to Matthew Arnold, who has all of Chapter 7 dedicated to him, twenty pages in all. On page 160f we read:

‘A historical estimate of Arnold must always conclude him to have been the most influential force among the Victorian critics. But there seems no good reason now for accepting his claims to greatness as a critic.

‘Those who see civilization as a cause rather than a condition of mind will always be attracted to this most insistent and eloquent of its advocates. But to enjoin and encourage men to be critical is no more like being a good critic oneself than to urge men to be good is to be a serious contributor to the study of ethics.

‘Those who see in Arnold’s essays evidence of a major critical intelligence should set themselves to consider the following objections. Where, first, in the entire corpus of Arnold’s criticism, do we see ‘the great critical effort’ at work upon any English text – upon a single play of Shakespeare or poem of Milton, Wordsworth, or Keats?

‘The admirers of Johnson, Coleridge, even Hazlitt, can point to demonstrations of critical finesse. The admirer of Arnold’s criticism has to accept the word for the deed. Again, to seek out and advocate the best is not only hopelessly question-begging: it is also hopelessly out of key with Arnold’s own achievement.

‘The ESSAYS IN CRITICISM and the Biblical reinterpretations are not even remotely disinterested. They are works of passionate partisanship by a skilful, urbane, not always candid controversialist with a zest for opposition. Their virtues, which are considerable, are essentially polemical.

‘If Arnold had seriously tried to be ‘disinterested’, his career as a critic would not have happened at all. And it is no defence to argue that Arnold’s passionate partisanship is all in favour of such désintéressement.

‘There are Arnoldian values clearly implicit in his preference for French civilization over English, Joubert over Coleridge, Renan over St Paul, Wordsworth over Shelley, and Goethe over both. Those who cannot see such values as especially and distinctively Arnoldian disqualify themselves by their very discipleship from the task of judicious appraisal.

‘More than that, there is no coherent theory of poetry in Arnold’s criticism. This might not matter very much if, as in Johnson, a certain incoherence of ideas were compensated for by vigorous critical demonstration. As it is, Arnold’s notion of a poetry purged, like religion, of fact and dealing in analogical truths is explored in vacuous and tautological language.

‘For a critc who enjoyed the benefits of a public career, and who spent a dozen years in writing essays on religious and social questions, arnold is culpably vague concerning the proper subject of poetry. The 1853 preface is free with advice to poets to be ‘particular, precise, and firm’ – about what?

‘Arnolds own answer, in this first of his critical essays, is as ‘general, indeterminate, and faint’ as could well be. The true subject of poetry, he claims, is ‘an excellent action’ appealing to ‘the great primary human affections’.

‘This account, surprisingly, is never enlarged upon in the religious essays, though an image of perfection emerges in the ‘sweetly reasonable’ Jesus of LITERATURE AND DOGMA (1873), a figure that combines the virtues of a liberal Protestantism with the Hellenist ethos of Rugby School.

‘It may be – and reference to the poems would, on the whole, support this claim – that an action is ‘excellent’ to the extent that it recommends such values as loyalty and openmindedness. But, given Arnold’s generous use of such terms as ‘good’, ‘true’, ‘sound’, and ‘sweet’, it is hardly fairminded of him to leave us so profoundly in the dark concerning the nature of light.

‘The deep voids and gaping incongruities of Arnoldian criticism are so evident that they call for explanation rather than analysis. It is well worth asking how it happened: Arnold remains in most respects the most seductive of the great Victorian pundits, more variously and wittily intelligent than those great juggernauts Ruskin and Carlyle. He is almost never dull. And the vast contradictions that underlie his programme for the poetry and the civilization of England do not in any way dimish its fascination’.

Finally a few samples from

2. ÜBER RUHESTÖRER – JUDEN IN DER DEUTSCHEN LITERATUR. By Marcel Reich-Ranicki. 1973, Piper, München. 103 p., paper-back in pocket-book format.

First a bit about the author (p.99):

‘Marcel Reich-Ranicki wurde am 2. Juni 1920 in Wloclawek an der Weichsel geboren. Sein Vater stammte aus Polen, seine Mutter aus Deutschland. Ab 1929 wohnte die Familie in Berlin. Im Herbst 1938, kurz nach dem Abitur am Berliner Fichte-Gymnasium, wurde Reich-Ranicki nach Polen deportiert. Von 1940 bis 1943 lebte er im Warschauer Getto, spaeter – nach der Flucht aus dem Getto – illegal ebenfals in Warschau.

‘Seine literarische Arbeit begann nach dem Krieg in Polen. Zunaechst als Verlagslektor taetig, war er ab 1951 freier Schriftsteller in Warschau. Anfang 1953 wurde gegen ihn aus politischen Gruenden ein generelles Publikationsverbot erlassen, das bis Mitte 1954 in Kraft blieb….

‘Im Jahre 1958 siedelte Reich-Ranicki nach der Bundesrepublik um. Er wohnt seit 1959 in Hamburg. Nachdem er zuerst fuer die Frankfurter Allgemeine Zeitung und Die Welt gearbeitet hatte, ist er seit 1960 staendiger Literaturkritiker der Wochenzeitung Die Zeit.

‘Ausserdem veroeffentlichte er Essays in den Zeitschiften Neue Rundschau, Der Monat, Merkur und Neue Deutsche Hefte sowie in zahlreichen Sammelbanden. Seine Arbeiten sind auch in englischer, franzoesicher, italienischer, daenischer, japanischer und hebraeischer Uebersetzung erschienen. Er war von 1965 bis 1972 Mitarbeiter der Encyclopaedia Britannica.’

Here are two small specimens from Kapitel 1. ‘AUSSENSEITER UND PROVOKATEURE’ (p.13f/p.15):

‘Von Heine stammt das Bonmot: “Die Juden, wenn sie gut, sind sie besser als die Christen, wenn sie schlecht, sind sie schlimmer -“. Das mag eine hoechst fragfuerdige Verallgemeinerung sein; worauf sie aber letzlich abzielt, ist so abwegig nicht.

‘Denn Heine duerfte nichts anderes gemeint haben als die beruehmte und beruechtigte Intensitaet der juden, ihre bisweilen verblueffende und sogar als erschreckend empfundene Radikalitaet, ihre Neigung zur Kompromisslosigkeit und ihren gelegentlich bewunderten und haeufig missbilligten Hang zum Extremismus. Nur dass alle diese Eigenheiten und Tendenzen wohl eher im Intellektuellen und im Aesthetischen zum Vorschein kamen und kommen als in dem Bereich des Moralischen, auf den Heine offenbar anspielte.’

And from page 21:

“In den Jugendjahren eines jeden deutschen Juden gibt es einen schmerzlichen Augenblick, an den er sich zeitlebens erinnert: wenn im zum ersten Male voll bewusst wird, dass er als Buerger zweiter Klasse in die Welt getreten ist, und dass keine Tuechtigkeit und kein Verdienst ihn aus dieser Lage befreien kann”

‘Auch wenn der deutsche Jude, der diese Worte schrieb, mitnichten ein Buerger zweiter Klasse geblieben ist – es handelt sich um Walther Rathenau, den Reichsaussenminister, der freilich 1922, wenige Monate nach seiner Ernennung, ermordet wurde -, scheint mir seine Aeusserung hoechst aufschlussreich, denn sie akzentuert ohne Umschweife die psychischen Voraussetzungen, die in einem grossen Teil der von Juden stammenden deutschen Literatur ihre direkte und, haeufiger noch, indirekte Widerspiegelung gefunden haben.’

It’s a pleasure to read the crystal clear german of Mr Reich-Ranicki. Only a modern reader might perhaps have wished for a slightly less lopsided treatment of difficulties of the Jews in Europe through the ages; it generally seems that Mr Reich-Ranicki honestly believes these difficulties emanates solely from the Europeans and never from the Jews themselves?

In the next post I’ll endeavour to manage a few more micro-reviews (or micro-micro-reviews) of the books/booklets acquired at the February-sale.

(12./14.Mar.2019)

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Wiking Seafarer, Saxon Chieftain and Charles Dickens.

Tonight my dreams were rather helter-skelter and obviously mostly relating to activities the day and evening before. But in the early a.m. I had a clairvoyant vision, or rather a flash-vision. Someone said: ‘I (or we) will send one to kill you’.

Well – great, thanks for telling. But it’s ofcourse really nothing new, as this has been on the agenda for the last decade, and then some.

But evidently I am very heedful of warnings like that – nocturnal or not. After all the mob are real clever, they are doing gods work and can walk on water. Surely not to be trifled with?

However it ofcourse makes me real happy to realize that Danish citizens now have a thoroughly competent, rightful and honourable – perhaps even honest? – M.O.J, – and not just bums hopping from one pub to another?

But it’s now late in the p.m., and it’s a very nice day here in downtown Copenhagen. Bright and sunny, although a bit windy and chilly.

In a recent post (link 1) I told a little bit about some of the ‘1.50-dollar-books’ found in the most recent dutch book-sale in the Heilig-Geist Church House here in central Copenhagen.

I only managed to mention a minor part of the acquisitions that day. Hence a few more are comming up:

1. LITERATURE AND A CHANGING CIVILISATION. By Philip Henderson. London, 1935, John Lane, 180 p. Original cloth.

This small book is really quite unassuming. In fact so much that I almost passed it by – which however would have been a bloody shame. Because Mr. Henderson seems to be a very sensible guy indeed.

He appears to be replete with common sense and also an ability and a desire to think fairly and squarely and independently?

Ofcourse I can only give a few small specimens of this brilliant little book. But in fact, almost no matter what page you happen to open on you are surprised by the authors common sense and acute observations.

Chapter II ‘Feudalism and the Church’ (page 18) begins like this:

‘By the end of the seventh century the Anglo-Saxon pirates had been settled in Britain for about two hundred years.

‘The legends that they had brought with them were of the same order as the legends brought by the Greeks into Aegean, telling of the exploits of supermen and heroes against giants and monsters.

‘Like the Greek legends they were sung to the harp in the hall of the chief, or baron, by wandering bards called scops. They differed from the Greek legends, however, by the heavy grey skies, the bogs and fens of their northern landscape, and by the prevalent mist through which shapes of horror loom and seem to cloud and confuse their very language.

‘But after the Christianisation of the Anglo-Saxons at the end of the sixth century, latin became the language of learning among them, and such men as Bede of Northumbria wrote with a clear and noble simplicity that is free from the heavy weather of their poetry, though the terror of the harsh northern landscape is still there.

‘Thus in Bede’s account of the conversion of Northumbria to Christianity, one of the nobles at Aedwin’s court speaks as follows:

“So, O king, does the present life of man on earth seem to me, in comparison with the time which is unknown to us, as though a sparrow flew swiftly through the hall, coming in by one door and going out by the other, and you, the while, sat at meat with your captains and liegemen, in wintry weather, with a fire burning in your midst and heating the room, the storm raging out of doors and driving snow and rain before it.

“For the time for which he is within, the bird is sheltered from the storm, but after this short while of calm he flies out again into the cold and is seen no more.

“Thus the life of man is visible for a moment, but we know not what comes before it or follows after it. If, then, this new doctrine brings something more of certainty, it deserves to be followed.”

‘It should be mentioned, perhaps, that though Bede wrote in Latin, he was the disciple of the Irish monks settled in Jarrow, and his early training was partly Celtic.

‘But while cloistered scholars were leading lives of extreme simplicity in grey stone monasteries by the sea and in the greenest and most delightful parts of the country, writing ecclesiastical histories, lives of the saints and epics of part wars and marvels, the working population of Britain continued man’s eternal struggle with the earth and the sea.

‘Familiar as we are with the idealisation of the sea in English poetry, there are few poems which give us the stark reality as well as the strange lure of sea-life so well as the Anglo-Saxon SEAFARER.

With a bitter breast-care I have been abiding:
Many seats of sorrow in my ship have known!
Frightful was the whirl of waves when it was my part
Narrow watch at night to keep on my vessel’s prow
When it rushed the rock along. By the rigid cold
Fast my feet were pinched, fettered by the frost,
By the chains of cold. Care was sighing then
Hot my heart around; hunger rent to shreds within
Courage in me, me sea-wearied! This the man knows not,
He to whom it happens happiest on earth,
How I, carked with care, in the ice-cold sea,
Overwent the winter on my wander-ways,
All forlorn of happiness, all bereft of loving kinsmen,
Hung about with icicles; flew the hail in showers.
Nothing heard I there save the howling of the sea,
And the ice-chilled billow, ‘whiles the crying of the swan!
All the glee I got me was the gannet’s scream,
And the swoughing of the seal, ‘stead of mirth of men;
‘Stead of the mead-drinking, moaning of the sea-mew.
(Stopford Brooke’s translaltion)

‘But while another monk in another Northumbrian monastery was celebrating the deeds of the Danish heroes of Gothland in THE LAY OF BEOWULF, whick tells of the victory of the Franks over the Goths between 512 and 520, the Danes themselves came down on the north-east coast of Britain in one of their terrible raids, burning, killing and destroying and rudely breaking in upon the quiet cloistral life that had sheltered Bede, Alcuin and the author of BEOWULF.

‘But these wars in their turn produced a crop of epics of which the fragment of THE BATTLE OF MALDON that has survived, celebtaring the defeat of the East Saxons by the Danes in 993, can be described as part of a rough ILIAD.

‘The poem, record of defeat though it is, is full of gaiety and a wild joy in battle, for when the Saxon chief is mortally wounded he breaks into a laugh and thanks God that he has been allowed to strike great blows before his end.’

To another age entirely, that of the industrial revolution, the following observations pertains (page 83):

‘The novels of Charles Dickens, good bourgeois though he was, partially revealed the appalling squalor in which the lower stratas of the population were sunk.

‘Having himself known what poverty could mean, the terror of once more relapsing into that state became the mainspring of his enormous creative industry, though the root causes of that poverty, buried in the viciousness of the whole enonomic system, are largely obscured in his novels by the sticky mess of sentimental ‘cosiness’ and raucous humour which recommended him to the vast middle-class reading public of his day.

‘Though one can recognise Dickens as an extremely powerful writer, he is, for a generation nurtured on Bernard Shaw, D.H.Lawrence and Aldous Huxley, of all the Victorians the most difficult to read.’

Would have liked to bring a few more samples, but this has to suffice for today.

I was planning to likewise tell a bit about two more, small books:

2. ÜBER RUHESTÖRER – JUDEN IN DER DEUTSCHEN LITERATUR. By Marcel Reich-Ranicki. München, Piper, 1973. 103 p. Pocket-book format.

3. THE LITERARY CRITICS. A STUDY OF ENGLISH DESCRIPTIVE CRITICISM. By George Watson, Penguin Books, England, 1962. 248 p. Pocket-book format.

Both of these titles, incidentally, seem to be of much the same quality-stock as the before mentioned. But due to an appointment I have to leave them to next time.

Thanks for your time and be safe!

Link 1.

La Chanson de Roland des Normands?

(11.Mar.2019)

26th of April: War on Iran and Danish General Election?

Will war on Iran be unleashed and the impending Danish general election be announced on April 26th?

To learn the actual date for the calling of the soon to come Danish general election, you may just have to ask the company servicing the heat meters in our appartment building. Here’s why:

Tonight in the early a.m. I had a clairvoyant vision like this:

“Someone knokked on the door to my flat, and I said ‘Yes – come in’.

The door opened, but nobody came; only someone cried: ‘Don’t let them in’.”

Exposition: Obviously what’s alluded to is the soon to come inspection of heat-meters in our flats. One of the occasional ‘gods-gifts’ (if demons are your gods!) with respect to setting up yet another assassination hit-squad targeting myself.

It’s only been a couple of months since the last opportunity (below, and link 1) – which however didn’t play out, if only because I took the trouble to elucidate the business on my blog and mail the post to a number of newspapers, Danish and foreign.

Here’s what I wrote on december 28th (*originally posted as tweet):

*Tonite had clairvoyant vision of being burglarized in #NewYearsEve by Mozzard hitsquad. The plan being that hardly anyone will notice kicked-in door, muffled gunshot, general racket in cacophony of exploding #fireworks. Mozzards are real clever, do gods work and can walk on water!

>Yes, that’s right. I am in fact occasionally clairvoyant (mostly) while sleeping. And sadly the TPTB hates my guts – not least for this very reason.

Hence it’s a priority for the TPTB to have me ‘eliminated’ which, hovever, – and precisely on account of my clairvoyance gift – has proven itself a somewhat elusive task.

But a New Years Eve is ofcourse a wonderful chance to ‘get even’ with a rather annoying critic.

‘But this doesn’t happen in a democracy like our Danish one’ – you protest?

But you have to grow up, dear Danish fellow citizens. Dont be clueless and naive. I can assure you, that our Secret Police (P.E.T) does what Secret Police do everywhere: They increasingly operate outside the law, not inside but outside the law! It’s goes without saying, really, because everywhere with no oversight shabby characters will feel irresistibly attracted and congregate. It’s a well known law of society and of human nature!

And yes, the P.E.T IS NOW IS A SECRET POLICE! The former director of the (then) Danish Secret Service, the honourable Ole Stig Andersen has warned strongly against this development in an essay in leading Copenhagen Daily Politiken from 17. December 2005! (Link 2, 3 & 4). (End of quote)

The general public seems to be completely oblivious to the terrible dangers a coterie of rogue, morally rotten-to-the-core top politicians and rogue SecretPolice can make out with respect to the life and well-being of not least precisely the general public and including many politicians, journalists and intellectuals.

And no rogue minister, opposition leader or secret police agent will suffer gracefully to be unveiled as being in fact mostly a gangster. Believe me – these knaves really, really want me gone once and for all! (Link 5)

I believe you may quite confidently anticipate that our govt. will surely do everything in its power to make the (calling of the) impending general election to coincide with the next assissanation attempt (or kidnap attempt) targeting myself.

And the next heat meter inspection – placed somewhere between middle of March and beginning of July -should just about fill the bill perfectly?

But the meter inspection date is of course just one of three legs of the scheduling. The other two are a) The impending war of agression on Iran by US/IL., and b) The calling date of the approaching Danish general election.

a) According to recent internet reportings (Link 9) a war of agression on Iran has already been decided by US/IL and scheduled to be launched in April/May (The exact day is of course classified).

b) Danish Govt. would like very much to announce the general election concurrently with their DeepState masters unleashing the insane, illegal and catastrophic (nuclear?) war on Iran. The election is scheduled to be held in beginning of June at the latest.

Any ruling ‘conservative’ coalition would of course if at all possible want to schedule an important election to be concurrent with any major, national or international, catastrophe. This, obviously, is because such a situation makes the electorate vote more conservative and chose the ‘well known’ for the unknown.

In conclusion these three legs have to be amalgamated into one date: The date of launching the insane war of agression on Iran, aka the date of the Danish Govt. calling for the general election, aka the date for inspection of the heat meter in my flat, aka the date for yet another assassination or kidnap set-up on myself.

As noted above, you may call the meter-servicing company and ask for that very date. But perhaps they don’t even know, or perhaps they don’t want to tell? And luckily there’s another way.

Our Governments DeepState illuminati masters are reportedly very superstitious and heavily influenced by cabalistic adepts. For instance they are fascinated by ‘magic numbers’ and ‘magic dates’.

Two such ‘magic dates’ in fact occurs right smack in the middle of the time window reportedly set up for the assault on Iran: My birthday is April 26th – and my mothers birthday is april 30th.

But why, you may ask, are these dates ‘magic’. That’s easy – simply because it would obviously be evil in the extreme to kill a man (or a child) on his or his parents birthday. And evil incarnate (aka the cabalistic black magicians) want to do evil in the extreme (and, incidentally, want to flaunt it)!

On one of these days, then

– the DeepState would want to launch their assult on Iran
– the Danish Govt. would like to call their general election
– the meter servicing company would like to enter my flat
– and the SecretPolice or their friends would like to attempt yet one of the so ardently desired assassination/kidnap-attempt on myself.

Ofcourse both the general election and the (nuclear) war on Iran would tend to remove the focus of news outlets and the general public totally away from a shabby, small Copenhagen appartment building and their hapless occupants.

Below are few recent tweets touching on the above:

(17.May.2018) Early in AM had clairvoyant #vision of being in a harbour. Suddenly a #fleet of large Ocean-fishing vessels entered quickly and berthed with reckless arrogance. Then saw a captain gut codfish and hold it up as an offering to someone (hidden) in high place (Link 7)

(17.May.2018) Perhaps the Ocean-fishing mafia has been mobilized or taken action voluntarily? I guess I have to advice friends and extended family to now be extremely watchful when visiting Ocean-fishing harbours in the N.W. (Link 8)

(22.10.2018)Tonite in clairvoyant vision saw decadent group of people walking along nightly road. Appeared to be mostly assorted rogues, lunatics and traitors. Opposition traitors just cast their disguise and joined the gang. Someone said: Let’s deliver the package’ (i.e. myself to Mossad?) (Link 6)

(22Okt2018)Tonite in clairvoyant vision saw man in darkblue ‘uniform’ presenting himself as from ‘Goldma’ (or something) wanting to inspect my flat. As I declined he wanted to use my WC. As again declined he tried to force his way in. Govt dont like my blogs?

27Feb2018 At abt. 3 AM had clairvoyant vision of small girl held captive in crate, and scared witless. I guess the SecretPolice or their friends would like to #kidnap my nephews kids? I wonder if to be locked-up in Mossad-safe-house almost in my backwyard?

(15.May.2018) Have just learned that suspected Mossad safe-house in the near vicinity has recently had sound-proof room erected. Ideal for confining and torturing #kidnapped: A Mozzard specialty? (Link 10)

‘Burn everything Down Every 7 Years’ is (#satanist?) Mantra of #Danish Government and their ‘Disruption Task Force’. “It’s a general and striking observation that every movement be it liberal or reactionary always winds up doing the same thing, namely #Terror” (GeorgBrandes 1921)

(9.Feb.2018) That Friday at abt. 1.40PM was harassed by (rogue?) SecretPolice agent just outside Photografica in downtown #Copenhagen. Perhaps our – hororable or evil? – P.M. and his – cute or evil? – Minister of Justice don’t love #bloggers?

(29.Jan.2018) ‘Disruption and Wispy Trails’ or ‘burn everything down every 7 years’: Within less than 10 years 2 close friends and my kid sister had their #houses burned down – two first obvious arsons. What does probability theory say?
Småting og bagateller (2)

This summer/fall (2016) escaped 5 Mossad hit-squad set-ups: Weeks 21, 40, 41, 43 and 44. Most in or close to Foto/C.
CHARLIE HEBDO OR DEATH BY BLACK MAGIC?

(16.3.2018)Sadly the DeepState has eventually succeded in disrupting and virtually destroying the 2 only independent Danish blog-portals: smartlog.dk (f.e. imma.smartlog.dk – gone!) and litteratursiden.dk (f.e. litteratursiden.dk/blogs/gert-pedersen – gone!)
The DeepState really hates all and every competition to Facebook?

Was acting danish Sec. of State’s wife almost killed from attack by criminal Mossad-psychics in 2014?

Spooky Times: Seriality or Jakuza?

The Psychic Hit-Man? ‘Uri Geller spy for Mossad and CIA’
https://www.independent.co.uk/news/people/uri-geller-discusses-his-double-life-as-a-psychic-spy-for-mossad-and-cia-10492978.html

Link 1.

Malebranche, Carlyle, Stefan Zweig And Your Pet

Link 2.

Three Honourable Gentlemen, Laerke and Sainte-Beuve

Link 3.
En stat i staten?

Link 4.
Ved hjælp af bedrag

Link 5.
Another Fine Mess – Oliver!

Link 6.
CHARLIE HEBDO OR DEATH BY BLACK MAGIC?

Link 7.
https://blocnotesimma.wordpress.com/2018/04/11/the-gussian-gold-a-satire/

Link 8.
Disruption and Wispy Trails (Upd.)

Link 9.
https://www.veteranstoday.com/2019/02/23/trump-kushner-bolton-weighing-false-flag-scenarios-for-april-may-war-with-iran/

Link 10.

The Nice Crowd

(24.Feb./01.Mar.2019)

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La Chanson de Roland des Normands?

Today is Thursday and the penultimate day of the ongoing Dutch book sale in the Heilig Geist Church House here in central Copenhagen. Which means the price is 10 Kr pr. item ($1,50). Incidentally there won’t be a ‘5Kr-day’ on the last day as usual and the price will 10 Kr. also to-morrow.

After checking my piggy bank account this morning I decided to give the beautiful, old Church House a quick once over this a.m..

That’s why I’m now once again sipping coffee in a burger bar with a couple of bagful of books at my side. Here is some of today’s booty.

1. FORFATTER-LEXICON. Af Thomas Hansen Erslew. 1843/1962, Rosenkilde og Bagger, København. 7 vols. Privately bound in nice half cloth.

This admirable work in seven massive volumes is a valuable supplement more recent lexica and biographical dictionnaries.

Here is a sample, picked rather arbitrarily:

“Martin Dietz, f.d. 28de august 1765 i Tønder; hans fader Johan Georg Dietz var Militair. – Sønnen blev først huuslærer paa forskjellige steder i det Slesvigske, 1790 Skrive- og Regnemester i Aalborg, derpaa tydsk Skolelærer i Randers, og tillige Timelærer i Calligraphi ved den lærde Skole sstd.; sildigere Degn i Vrensted i Vensyssel; opholdt sig derefter i Kjøbenhavn. – g. 1792 Anne Marie Hübertz (d. 4/10 1836 i Kbhvn.). – (Jfvf. hans ‘Fødsel, Liv og Levnet’, 1834)

(Værker) “DEN JYDSKE DEGN, eller M. Dietzes Fødsel, Liv og Levnet, samt hændelser og drømmerier, skreven af ham selv. 1st. hefter, Kbh. 1834. – AFTENUNDERHOLDNINGER. Nr. 1-2, ibid. 1838. – GODE RAAD til Dr. Rothe. ib. 1839. – BILLIGE BEMÆRKNINGER ved Redacteur Steenbergs tilførsel i Raketten nr. 289, samt svar paa hans opfording. ib. eod.”

This specimen covers abt. a quarter-page, but the author goes on and on like this for more than four thousand pages!

The present ‘super-complete’ set consist of three ordinary volumes, three supplementary volumes and the (much later issued) register volume.

It is of course a magnificent, major work in- and on Danish litterary history, and I feel quite sure I would have to wait a very long time to get a chance to acquire another set as pretty and inexpensive as this one.

2. DICTIONNAIRE DES ROIS ET DES REINES DE FRANCE. Par Didier Feuer / Jean D’Hendecourt. 1989, Le Grand Livre du Mois. 244 p. Hard Cover with dust jacket.

This nicely kept volume should come in handy when reading about the french and their history. Seems to be quite complete so as to mention both obscure, almost mythical Burgundian or Merovingian queens and princes as well as the well known kings and queens of later epochs.

An obscure Merovingian king or queen may be consummately treated in one or two textlines; while Louis 14. takes op eight whole pages, and Louis 15. is treated on four pages.

3. MEMORIES. By Julian Huxley. Harper & Row, (1970?), 296 p., hardcover.

Mr. J. Huxley is an interesting author and ‘scientist of life’. I already own a couple of his books, although I don’t offhand recall their precise title. I’m looking forward to reading about his life, demeanour and thoughts.

4. BÜRGER UND PATRIZIER. Von Bogislav von Archenholz. 1978, Ulstein, Frankfurt-M., 340 p., softcover.

Here’s a sample from page 194 – STRALSUND.

‘Erst im neunzehnten Jahrhundert sprengte Stralsund die Grenzen, die es sich durch seine mittelalterlichen Stadtmauern selbst gezogen hatte.

‘Die Stadt wuchs also langsam und blieb im grossen Hansebund der deutschen Städte klein und ohne Macht. Die Stadt is jedoch geradezu ein Modelfall für die frühe politische und wirtschaftliche Bedeutung des Grossbürgertums.

‘In kaum einer anderen deutschen Stadt hat das Patriziat so lange und so unumschränkt gehersscht wie in Stralsund, und nirgendwo sonst auf deutschem Boden sind so heftige Kämpfe innerhalb des Bürgertums und zwischen den grossen Familien ausgetragen worden, so dass man, wenn man die Geschichte Stralsunds liest, sich mitunter ans Mittelmeer versetzt fühlt und an die Rivalitäten der alten genuesischen Geschlechter erinnert wird.’

4. PHILIPPE AUGUSTE ET SES TROIS FEMMES. Par le Duc de Lévis Mirepoix (de l’Académie Francaise). Paris, 1957, Fayard, 286 p.

For a Danish amateur of French history it’s ofcourse not without interest to have a chance to read a French treatment of the tragic fate of the Danish Princess, Ingeborg (Ingeburge), who was the second wife of the troubled king Philippe Auguste.

A pretty, small book nicely bound in contemporary half calf and it seems to be the original edition.

5. LA CHANSON DE ROLAND. Publiee d’apres le manuscrit d’oxford et traduite par Joseph Bédier. Edition Definitive. Paris, 1937, H.Piazza, 355 p. Soft cover.

The editor is of course the redoutable Joseph Bédier that our Danish critic Paul V. Rubow lauds almost panegyrically in one of his wonderful essays.

From a quick skim of the avant-propos it seems to transpire that the editor has some doubt about which language precisely the original manuscript has been told- og penned in.

The so-called Oxford manuscript treated of here is in a certain Norman-French-AngloSaxon ideom, but mr. Bediér maintains, I believe, that this is hardly the original language of this epic poem.

Which reminds me of a long treatment of the Chansons de Geste in an old issue of Aarboeger for ‘Nordisk Oldkyndighed og Historie’ (abt. 1850), in which the well informed author (whose name elopes me) maintains that Les Chansons de Geste originally were conceived in Normandy by – more or less – Norse authors. (keep posted for an update, svp).

6. GEORG BRANDES. Kritikeren – Liberalisten – Humanisten. Af Sven Møller Kristensen. 1980, Gyldendal, 187 p., Soft cover.

From the back cover:

‘En almenlæselig bog om Georg Brandes’ meninger om litteratur, samfund og mennesker. Der gives for første gang en samlet oversigt over de holdninger som Brandes livet igennem indtog og gav udtryk for. Holdninger til samfundets indretning, til menneskelige og kunstneriske idealer.

‘Bogen er interessant for alle der vil have et overblik og som ikke vil nøjes med de klicheer, der i lang tid har præget Brandes-opfattelsen. For her leveres samtidig et opgør med en del populære forenklinger, f.eks. at Brandes var positivist og naturalist og at han ukritisk tilsluttede sig det overmenneske-idela, Nietzsche lancerede.’

Here is a specimen from p.143:

‘Men derfor er du os visselig ikke mindre kær, o Hamlet! og ikke mindre vurderet og forstaaet af den slægt, der lever nu. Vi elsker dig som en broder. Dit tungsind er vort, din harme er vor, dit overlegne vid hævner os paa dem, der fylder jorden med deres tomme larm og som er dens herrer.

‘Vi kender din dybe kval ved hykleriets og urettens triumf, og ak! din endnu dybere kval ved at føle den nerve overskaaret i dig, som omsætter tanke i sejrrig handling. Ogsaa vi har set vor moder slaa magtens purpurkaabe om den, der har myrdet ‘det begravne Danmarks Majestæt’.

‘Ogsaa os har ungdomsvenner forraadt; ogsaa mod os er klinger blevne dyppede i gift. Ogsaa vi kender den kirkegaardsstemning, i hvilken væmmelse ved alt jordisk og vemod ved alt jordisk griber sjælen. Ogsaa os har pustet fra aabne grave faaet til at drømme med en hjerneskal i vor haand!’

7. PAUL V. RUBOW – DE FRANSKE. Udg. af Lars Peter Rømhild. 1976, Gyldendal, 172 p., soft cover.

I already own a specimen of this admirable collection of short essays on the authors- and the thinking of the French. But I feel the book is important enough for a budding amateur francophile so as to own both a user and a keeper.

Here are the first seven of a total of thirty short essays:

– George Brandes og Frankrig
– Henrik af Navarra
– Kardinalen
– En Komplotmager
– Den store Mademoiselle
– De hundrede Dage
– De Franskes Konge

Inside this book someone left a clipping from the Copenhagen daily Berlingske Tidende (january 9, 1996) with an essay by one of Mr. Rubow’s former students at the University of Copenhagen, Mr. Uffe Andreasen (later secretary for culture at the Danish embassy in Paris).

From skimming the article I’ve got a feeling the author is often really spot on with his charactaristic of Mr. Rubow, as compared to my own impressions. Here is an extract:

‘Jeg husker den første time. Det var 2,5 år før hans afgang. Grøn student. Lige fyldt 19. Fuld af livsappetit og nysgerrighed.

‘Man sneg sig undseligt ind og satte sig på en af de hårde smalle bænke med kanten af bordet bagfra i ryggen. Højst ubekvemt.

‘Så kom der en ældre mand ind ad døren med små skridt. Han så højst en meter frem for sig og klatrede stilfærdigt op ad trinene til talerstolen. Slog derefter op i nogle sorte optegnelsesbøger og begyndte med en spinkel stemme at tale.

‘Professoren begyndte, hvor han havde sluppet i foråret, midt i et forfatterskab, som den stakkels rus ikke havde fjerneste anelse om. Totalt uforståeligt. Man forsøgte at følge med, men måtte slippe gang på gang. Navnene blev skrevet ned i lydskrift og forsøgt tydet bagefter på læsesalen.

‘Efter en sådan start var det da også kun de mest stædige der kom igen. Og meget bedre blev det såmænd ikke de følgende måneder. Man lærte som nævnt at skrive visse stikord og navne ned for efterfølgende at slå op i litteraturhistorierne. Og dér stod som oftest noget helt andet end det, professoren havde sagt.

‘For Rubow, der havde læst sine klassikere siden 12-årsalderen, gad ikke gennemtrevle disse (litteraturhistorier).

‘Og alligevel gik man derfra lettere beruset. Det var paradokset! Hvorfor? Fordi der var glimt af genial tale og tanke. Overraskende og dybt originale bemærkninger…
Sproglige formuleringer på ypperste niveau. Manden var på eengang en kunstner og en intellektuel.

‘Det siger sig selv, at det ikke var alle, der delte denne opfattelse. Mange fandt ham naturligvis arrogant og upædagogisk. Studenteropgøret ventede om hjørnet.

‘Rubows lærer og forgænger, professor Vilhelm Andersen, sagde om ham, at han var så skarp, at man kunne skære sig på ham. Men havde han kun haft denne skarphed, denne nådesløse analytiske side i sig, var man hurtigt blevet færdig med ham.

‘Det forunderlige ved ham var den lidenskab, der boblede under sarkasmen. Det hang vel formentlig sammen på den måde, at hans beundring for litteraturens mestre var så stor, at han blev dybt såret når han stødte på middelmådighed.

‘Han var lige begejstret for romantikerne som for klassicisterne. Om Racine skrev han: “Det er en poesi, som rigtigt læst gør læseren meget klogere, meget frommere og meget ulykkeligere, end han var tilforn. Det er den reneste klokke i verden, men den, som har drukket dens toner til bunds, tror ikke mere, at det er umagen værd at leve”.

‘At komme hjem i professorhjemmet var en særpræget oplevelse. Møblerne i Christian d. 8. stil, halvmørkt. Severinen var kold the. Bøger overalt. Også på stolesæderne og i sofaen. Den besøgende fandt først sæde, når en stak bøger blev lagt ned på gulvet.

‘Reolerne var pakket i dobbeltrækker. Engang faldt talen på Goldschmidt og professoren ville hente dennes ‘Livserindringer’ frem. Der stod en fem-seks original udgaver ved siden af hinanden.

‘Måske med bittesmå varianter mellem 1. og 2. oplag. Men ellers identiske. Det gav et stik i hjertet på studenten, der ikke havde haft råd til blot eet eksemplar.’ (That would be true half a century ago; but last year I myself found an original edition, both volumes beautifully bound in half-calf at one of the Dutch book sales here in our town for 75 cents per item).

‘Samtalerne i dette elysium var envejskommunikation (just like at Mr. George Brandes, I believe?) og fulde af sarkasmer. Ingen blev sparet, heller ikke den tilstedeværende student.

‘En kammarat kom for at spørge Rubow, om han ifølge de nye regler for magisterkonferens kunne få ‘afløsning’ for en af eksamensdelene ved hjælp af en opgave, han havde skrevet.

‘Svaret var typisk rubowsk og drejede sig alene om ordet ‘afløsning’, dets sproglige oprindelse og brug. Det var et grimt ord, som ikke burde anvendes i dansk, ifølge professoren.

‘Studenten gik desorienteret derfra med uforrettet sag, nye konferensregler eller ej, men blev fulgt til dørs med opmuntrende ord om endelig at komme igen “Så glemmer vi det her”.’

(After having stopped rolling on the floor laughing, I’ll now resume…)

‘1935 blev Rubow angrebet af en blodforgiftningssygdom, der nok blev helbredt, men som mærkede ham for livet. Det var nu slut med de store afhandlinger og i stedet begyndte han at dyrke det litterære essay. Og mens ungdomsværkerne mere henvender sig til fagmanden, kan essayerne læses af enhver, der har sans for litteratur.

‘Der er mange samlinger (while writing this there are most likely still half a dozen or more waiting to be discarded when the sale closes in abt. an hour), læs dem og oplev hvor lyslevende verdenslitteraturens store skribenter træder frem.

‘Formentlig på grund af at Rubow ikke forsøger objektivt at sætte sig selv uden for, men ivrigt deltager i præsentationen med personlige kommentarer, både specifikt litteraturhistoriske og livsfilosofiske. Og fordi han er en sprogets mester, der på dette plan fuldt ud lever op til sine ‘helte. Han ofører sig ubekymret som digternes ubesværede ligemand.

‘At trænge ind i Rubows personlighed var og er ikke let, og han forblev en gåde for mange. Sammen med broderen Jørn, der blev direktør for Statens Museum for Kunst, voksede han op i et professorhjem. Faderen blev senere sundhedsminister.

‘Næppe en helt almindelig opvækst. Han var vidunderbarn. Læste som 12-årig Bibelen på adskillige sprog. Han var et udpræget nervemenneske, der kunne skifte meget i sindsstemning. Han havde stærke animositeter, men kunne begrejstres som få andre.

‘Han var fra ungdommen illusionsløs. En dyrker af fornuften og klassicismen – som sin beundrede forgænger, Georg Brandes. Og dog var han dybt optaget af romantikken. Ja, mystikkens skribenter og religiøse tænkere var måske hans dulgte livsnerve.’

8. ALLMÄN LITTERATUR-HISTORIA. By Henrik Schück. 5 parts in 6 volumes. Last vol. issued in 1924. Stockholm, Hugo Geber. Stoutly bound in contemporary cloth.

Of course we have equally large histories on Danish- and World-Literature in our country. But I seem to prefer Mr. Schück’s to those of Mr. Andersen or Mr. Petersen, however admirable these last mentioned certainly are.

Like I seem to prefer Mr. Rubows essays from his contemporary competitor, Mr. Friis Møller, and I have often wondered if this propensity of mine perhaps has its root in the common jewish root – however remote – of the three literature critics just mentioned – Mr. Brandes, Mr. Rubow and Mr. Schück?

At least one seems to sense trace amounts of a fire and outsiders perspective that’s not now often found among the blue-eyed nordics?

Be this as it may – the Litteratur-Historia of Mr. Schück is to my tastes an extremely attractive set. Stoutly bound and beatifully printed on paper that’s not glazed (whence not even the most massive of the volumes are too heavy to hold in one hand!).

The set appears to have been preowned by an university teacher, and has a lot of pencil markings; but these are very fine and timid, and as they are obviously not put there by a fool they don’t seem to really bother me.

A great find for less than 10 dollars!

9. VOLTAIRE – DOCUMENTS ICONOGRAPHIQUES. Avec une préface et des notes par Louis Gielly. Geneve, 1948, Cailler. 118p. Soft cover.

This interesting, slim volume contains about 80 pictures (mostly) of Mr. Voltaire.

10. DIDEROT, DE L’ATHÉISME À L’ANTICOLONIALISME. Par Yves Benot. Paris, 1981. 376 p. Soft cover.

From the back cover:

‘Ce livre de combat marque un tournant dans la critique consacree a Diderot en ce qu’il souligne l’importance de son engagement dans l’action politique et sociale.

‘L’apport le plus considerable de M.Benot consiste dans l’analyse de l’Histoire des deux Indes, signee par l’Abbe Raynal, ou le philosophe a incruste des ‘discours’ qui ont fortement contribue a faconner l’ideologie anticolonialiste et a preparer la Revolution de 1789.

‘Cette analyse exigeait une etude de la creation litteraire et de la pensee profonde de Diderot, si souvent manquee par exces de schematisme ou de naivete.

‘Ce travail est conduit avec une grande maitrise, et il sera difficile desormais de parler des theories esthetiques, morales, scientifiques et religieuses du XVIIe siecle sans marquer, grace a lui, la place de celui qu’on prend trop souvent pour un auteur cynique.

‘Une entreprise salutaire de reanimation et d’authentification’.

(Bulletin critique du Livre francais, 1971)

11. MEMOIRES DE CATHERINE II. Écrits par elle-même. Introduction de Pierre Audiat. Texte etabli et presentee par Dominique Maroger. Paris, Hachette, 1953. 303 p., soft cover.

Someone left a clipping from the Copenhagen daily Politiken (July 15. 1955) with an essay on these memoires (by Professor Stender-Petersen). Here are a few specimens:

‘Et afskrift (af disse erindringer) blev imidlertid smuglet til udlandet, hvor den kom i den berømte russiske emigrant Aleksander Herzens besiddelse, og han tøvede ikke med at offentliggøre den i London i 1859.

‘Memoirerne vakte stor sensation, men de var ufuldstændige, og først for nylig udkom der en fuldstændig fransk udgave ved Domique Maroger og straks derefter en engelsk oversættelse ved Moura Budberg.

‘Katharina var en fin skribent. Der straaler en ejendommelig fortryllende charme ud fra hendes memoirer, og læseren føler en umiddelbar sympati for kejserinden, mens han læser hendes erindringer.

‘Først når man, bevæbnet med kildekritikkens operationskniv dissekerer hendes ord, opdager man, hvor velberegnet hun tilrettelægger dem.

‘Hun kan den vanskelige kunst at sige meget uden at sige det direkte. Hun magter ogsaa den vanskelige kunst at fortie ting, uden at det mærkes umiddelbart.’

(21.Febr.2019/upd.22.Febr.2019)

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Three Honourable Gentlemen, Laerke and Sainte-Beuve

(16.Feb.2019) Today is Saturday and the 16th of February. Which means that yesterday was my maternal grandmothers birthday. She was anno 1885 but died already in 1918 (link 1).

It’s nice and sunny here in central Copenhagen, in fact nice enough for me to having brought my old Hasselblad in it’s own easy to carry shoulder bag. Even if mostly because I need to make a few test shots.

The Hasselblad is a 500ELX. Bought in one of the friendly downtown photo stores, and for a pittance, really, due to several issues needing attention or repair. Which I’ve eventually managed to accomplish, I fancy.

The lens – a Zeiss Sonnar 150mm – has a tale of it’s own. It had two issues: The coating on the inner surface of the rear lens cell is defective – something occasionally seen with these older 150mm lenses, at least according to the talk about town.

Which means you must be careful to not have the sun rays directly into the lens, would make the lens almost opaque. If you, however, take care to avoid this special condition, you may still make perfectly sharp negatives but for a slight decrease in all over contrast.

The other issue is, the lens has been put together by combining two partially defective lenses. This means the front lens cells and the focusing mount are from one lens, while the rear lens cells are from another.

It turned out this changed the focus of the combination a bit, making the focus a few milimeter shorter. Which has made a recalibration of the focusing assembly necessary, of course.

Happily I seem to likewise having managed this by my own devises. On the ground glass everything seem ok, but you cannot really judge the sharpness at the edges of the frame on the ground glass, making a few test shots necessary.

I’ve brought a Kodak T-Max 400, but doubt I manage to do the tests today, after all.

This is because I once more happened to drop in on one of the antiquarian dutch book sales in the Heilig Geist Church House – the oldest house in Copenhagen, by the way.

And lo and behold – almost first rattle out of the box – or rather in the second row of books on the first table right inside the entrance – I oogled a marvellous sight: Thirteen nicely bound volumes of Sainte-Beuve’s CAUSERIES DU LUNDI.

I almost couldn’t believe my luck to have a chance to acquire this wonderful set for another pittance, i.e. 20 Kroner (3 dollars) per volume – 260 Kroner (39 dollars) in all.

Because – firstly you hardly ever see this set in our town. Secondly it’s very nicely bound in contemporary half calf. And thirdly the volumes are partly first editions (the late volumes are generally in first-, the middle volumes in second-, and the early in the third edition).

This means they are all from the 1850’s (when the author still lived (1804-69); the volumes were perhaps most likely originally acquired as a set right around 1860?), – and thus very likely nicer printed and more ligible than the later editions from, for instance, the 1920’s.

This paritular set has a very nice book-plate from a – completely unknown to me, of course – noblemans library:
‘Bibliotheque de Boussoit – Comte L. de Nedonchel’.

Here are a few of the articles from vol. 8 (sec. ed. 1855):

– Le Cardinal de Bernis
– De l’Ètat de la France sous Louis XV
– Malherbe et son Ecole
– Le Prince de Ligne
– Histoire litteraire de la France, publiee par l’Institut
– Le Roman de Renan

And a few articles from vol. 9 (sec. ed. 1856)

– Nouvelles Lettres de Madame, mere du Regent.
– Froissart
– Duclos
– M. de Stendhal
– Geoffroy de Villehardouin

Finally a few entries from vol. 10 (first ed. 1855)

– Oeuvres de Francois Arago
– Fenelon, sa Correspondance spirituelle et politique
– Buffon, ses Oeuvres annotees par M. Flourens
– Chateaubriand, Anniversaire du Genie du Christianisme
– Bossuet, Lettres de M. Poujoulat, Portrait par M. de Lamartine
– Saint-Martin, le Philosophe inconnu. (Link 2)

Of course the volumes 14 and 15 are not there, neither is the (much later issued) register volume 16. But of small avail, I trust many of you may feel like me, that the first 13 volumes no doubt contain ‘good stuff a’plenty’

In the BurgerKing close to the City House, where I’m now writing this while sipping coffee, some nice person left an issue of todays Politiken, the leading daily in our small capital. Why not take a quick look at a few headlines?

On page 6 of the general news section there is a whole-page treatment of the predicament of the rising tension between the European Union and Russia.

This is once again making it abundantly clear, that contemporary European statesmen are either completely obtuse to or even clueless about what’s in fact going on on the big scene.

Compare this headline from yesterdays internet news site Zerohedge.com:

Russians Told To “Prepare For Worst Outcome” As US Prepares New Sanctions
https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2019-02-15/russians-told-prepare-worst-outcome-us-proposes-new-sanctions

Without going into an extended analysis of the disgraceful history of the quite recent and sudden decay in the friendly post-1990 cohabitation between Eastern- and Western-Europe – Russia and the EU – you have to necessarily behold and keep in mind the obvious fact, that the US is frantically, almost desperately trying to provoke a confrontation between Russia and the rest of Europe.

It’s even clear – except for those who will not see, of course? – that the US and its friends are systematically and deliberately trying to drum up a (nuclear?) war between Europe and Russia.

The US and its friends seemingly endeavor, infamously and maliciously, to have Russia and Europe destroy each other so as to eventually split the spoils between themselves and China?

Please compare my blog update from last December 28. (whence I repeat the highlights concerning the recent G.20 conference, tweets of mine are indexed with an asteriks, comments with an arrow):

*In early a.m. of Wednesday Nov.28.2018 had vision of US-President donning his new, green Chinese generals uniform. The Uniform was however in Russian Style. Thats why I tweeted that same wednesday that Xi and US are going to embrace in #G20 and split up #Russia.

*(28.Nov.2018) In early a.m. there were rumours in the ether that US & Xi are going to embrace at G20. The split: US to have Europe to Urals, Xi to have Siberia to Urals and IL gets MiddleEast?

>The above two tweets seem to have made quite an impact. You can follow a bit of the resulting panic reaction here:

*Trump Cancels G-20 Meeting With Putin
https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2018-11-29/trump-cancels-g-20-meeting-putin

*One Snub Too Many: Kremlin Sours On Trump As “Patience Coming To An End”
“We can do ‘give and take’ but not ‘give and give’.”
https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2018-12-06/one-snub-too-many-kremlin-sours-trump-patience-coming-end

*Trump told Erdogan in the Dec. 14 call, “OK, it’s all yours. We are done.”
Turkey Says US Agreed To Vacate Syrian Kurdish Enclave As Ground Attack Imminent
https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2018-12-25/turkey-says-us-agreed-vacate-syrian-kurdish-enclave-ground-attack-imminent

*(The Race to Obfuscate: Meng Wanzhou The Red Herring?)
What does NOT make sense is that the arrest happened on Saturday and markets did not find out about it until Wednesday night.
This is where what had to be a massive conspiracy of silence begins to raise some interesting questions.
https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2018-12-12/larry-lindsey-something-about-huawei-cfo-arrest-doesnt-make-sense

*And then? Come G20, ‘nothing’. Trump stalks the edges of G20 looking tense and defensive. He was no alpha-male, dominating these events. He looked crocked. It was all a bit of a dud, really
https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2018-12-10/what-didnt-happen-g20-far-more-important-what-did

*The Presidents of two pre-eminent military and nuclear powers, who sit astride major geo-political faultlines, and who need to talk, circled each other, closed-faced, and without stretching out hands – they could not find even, the subterfuge for sitting together.
https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2018-12-10/what-didnt-happen-g20-far-more-important-what-did

*Jatras concludes, more in sorrow than in anger, “it would be only a small exaggeration to say that with respect to foreign and security policy, Trump is now a mere figurehead of the permanent state. Even if Trump and Putin do happen to meet again, what can the latter expect the former to say that would make any difference?”.
https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2018-12-10/what-didnt-happen-g20-far-more-important-what-did

>Also the former insider, gen. Wesley Clark, is obviously confused. He would be, ofcourse, because he haven’t had a chance to read my blog (unlike a few other top players), hence he simply don’t know the lay out:

*Ex-NATO Commander Wesley Clark To CNN: Did Erdogan Blackmail Trump?
“Was there a payoff or something? What was it? Why would a guy make a decision like this?”
https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2018-12-24/ex-nato-commander-wesley-clark-cnn-did-erdogan-blackmail-trump

And almost as insanely as tellingly, the US is now again preparing new sanctions on Russia – while concurrently doing everything to negotiate a trade deal with China. Sadly, on this issue nothing of real importance has changed materially since December 28th!

On page 20/21 of the Art Section of Politiken you find a double spread about an exhibition of ‘Queer Art’ in the Willumsen museum in Frederikssund.

What caught my eye was a photograph by the brilliant photographer Laerke Posselt, whom I knew slightly more than a decade ago.

She was then strikingly beautiful, intelligent and cultured, and almost as interested in old photographic paraphernalia as myself, to boot. Something that’s not easily accomplished, I dare say.

The reproduced photograph of a young teenage queer is straight (no pun intended, I assure you) but on it’s own and alone hardly extraordinary?

On page 5 of the Feuilleton section there is an important essay by three of the certainly most distinguished and upright gentlemen in contemporary Danish public debate: Ole Hasselbalch, Bjoern Elmquist and Ole Stig Andersen (link 3).

At issue is the fastly increasing surveillance and censorship by government in our small country. However I haven’t yet managed to peruse the essay in detail and thus have to confine myself to generalities.

What I find especially important, and also somewhat neglected about the issue of surveillandce is the notion, that more or less constant and ubiquitous surveillance is certainly in disagreement with our constitution (the Grundlov) by limiting citizens constitutionally guaranteed right of free movement and travel very materially (Par.71).

If you as a rule have to report to the government every few minutes or hours, meters or kilometers, yards or miles when moving or travelling you have certainly not freedom of movement.

And it doesn’t really mitigate your predicament that the reporting is now fully automatic and electronic and, perhaps even clandestintly, relayed to Government or their Secret Police.

On page 8 of the Book Section there is a review of a stark satire on the plutocracy in modern Germany – ‘HOCHDEUTCHLAND’ – by Alexander Schimmelbusch.

However I have to call it a day as I need to be all set for the poor man’s opera tonight (on my radio). But hope to comment soon on HOCHDEUTSCHLAND. Keep posted, svp.

Link 1.
En minderune

Link 2.
Lidt om illuminater

Link 3.

Malebranche, Carlyle, Stefan Zweig And Your Pet

(16./18.Febr.2019)

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THE GUSSIAN GOLD (Satire)

(Satirisk Eventyr) I guess most of my readers have now for some time been fully aware that we earthlings at this point of time are all living in the shadowy world of the dead (also called ‘The Underworld’, ‘The Deep State’ or ‘The Netherworlds’).

After all it was widely, almost universally publicized roughly half a dozen years ago that the earthly world, as we knew it, after having for a few centuries slice by slice gone bunkers, was finally totally destroyed on Dec.22, 2012, as it had in fact been accurately foretold by the Mayan priesthood.

Hence everyone are now ‘living’ in the netherworlds, the world of the dead.

But many well informed people of course also know that conditions and circumstances in many ways are almost as real in the shadowy world of the dead as before our global annihilation.

Clearly that’s basically why we have been able to recently report from some of the top-leaders in our new underworld. But of course the old world-leaders’ generally high esteem for some of this writers major reportings has obviously contributed to making everything happen more smoothly.

Recently the new underworld deep down below the former Danish capital enjoyed a rare visit by the flamboyant – in a shadowy, rather dead way of course – Atlantica prime minister Dr. Julia.

Reportedly Dr. Julia wanted to especially secure the full cooperation and support for her and her associates’ political missions from the respected leader of the Danish netherworlds, Dr. Cluck, who personally picked up Dr. Julia deep down under the old Copenhagen airport.

‘Hello Dr. Cluck, it’s me, Julia, you do remember me, don’t you?

‘But certainly Dr. Julia, how could I ever forget you? You always looked like a million dollars, something that’s constantly on my mind. Tell me, what can I do for you? The trip was all right, I hope?

‘Yes, thanks, we enjoyed the trip a lot. Only we had a minor problem finding your fine little city on our cards over the netherworlds. Luckily, just in time someone happened to glance out through the windows and thus saw a small collection of houses and all, and hence we suspected your great underworld capital city would be just about right beneath us somewhere. And well – here I am.

‘Wonderful, I’m so glad you are here. We need to try and find something to amuse ourselves with the next day or so. Do you like playing cards, patience or something? Did you perchance bring your own deck of cards? You wouldn’t happen to go for a game of chess, would you?

‘Oh, I’m so glad for your positive approach to the art of neighbourliness, Dr. Cluck. But let me assure you I never play chess, which I find absolutely childish. But I always bring my own deck of cards to play patience or else my black Taroc cards. Would you like me to predict your future from my Taroc cards? I’ill do it for free, absolutely!

‘Sure, sounds great to me. I always wanted to have my future divined, on account I feel – well, I dare say I almost know – that I have a great, great future. But ofcourse it would be nice to REALLY know! Listen, as soon as we arrive at my office we’ill take a few hours off and amuse ourselves?

‘I’m so happy, Cluck. Let’s hurry, I love divining with my Taroc cards. And I always felt you definitely have an interesting, promising future.

‘Thanks a lot, Julia. I appreciate that. You know I try to behave like any other ordinary underworld human zombie, but of course it’s often quite hard to conceal how very special I am, how grand a future I have.

But I notice we’re already there. Please follow me to the escalator, in this way we may arrive at my private rooms quite unhassled. So – now we’re here. You may lay out your Taroc cards on this little table over there, if you please. I’ill order some tea for you, and cookies.

‘Thank you, Cluck, sounds good. But won’t you join me for tea and cookies?

‘No, no, no, I never take tea. I think, though, that perhaps I had better order a few bottles of wine. I suddenly remember we were yesterday sponsored with a half dozen cases of really nice red wine from one of my many admirers. I always felt it’s important to be accessible to all citizens and sponsors, not just the rich, you know!

Here is tea and wine, now. But have you laid out the Taroc cards, Julia? Please tell me, what’s the good message.

‘Yes, dear, the cards are all laid. And I dare say there’s great news for you, Cluck! You want me to read it out for you right away?

‘Oh, but certainly, I can hardly wait to hear the sweet words directly from you and the gods of the shadows.

‘Yes, of course. Here you are, then. You see these 3 key cards here. The first is called the King, the second over there the Queen and the third down here the Sword. Naturally you want to know what these 3 important cards mean in the positions indicated, and I’m certainly only too glad to tell you.

I’m so glad we’re here, you and me together. But you have to trust me now, because I have important things to tell you. So listen carefully, please.

‘Sure, go right ahead Julia, and hurry please!

‘All right. But you have to trust me, Cluck! I’m here to help you, read my lips!

‘But certainly I trust you, Julia, I always did, I would follow you to the end of the underworld, you ought to know that. After all that’s what I’m here for!

‘Yes, right. But now I have some important things to announce to you from my black magick cards of destiny.

Firstly, the King card personifies you. You are thus, potentially, the King of things and situations!

Now comes the Queen card. This card symbolizes myself. Obviously I’m your Queen – in a somewhat metaphorical way, of course. But what it means is you have to heed and comply with the advice and wishes of the Queen. I guess you understand that clearly?

After all we are now living in a modern, progesssive underworld where women are equal to and in fact often the leaders of all the other dead shadows. I’m sure you understand that? You ought to, otherwise I can hardly help you.

‘But of course, Julia, dear. But what about that 3rd card, the Sword, what does this card symbolize?

‘As a matter of fact the 3rd card is very, very important. Because, after all, both you and I have long known we are in a way already King and Queen whereever we are among our kinfolks, the elites in the world of the dead.

But – and this is very important, so please listen carefully: the 3rd card, the Sword, tells us unmistakeably how you must behave to secure your wonderful future as King among the zombie elite: You have to live by the sword!

Now, this is of course just generally speaking. Because we have to interpret the additional seven Taroc cards in order to decipher and read this key card in relation to actual underworld politics.

And it thus transpires, that what is meant is basically this: You have to support me and my zombie friends in every possible way in our mission to make the world of the dead more just end righteous! Which of course can be done only by the sword!

I need to eventually lay this out in more detail, of course. But you have to trust me, Cluck, mark my words! So here come the important details and remember I’m here to help you – read my lips!

‘But of course, Julia, dear. I understand all that, go on please.

‘All right. What you have to do urgently and obligatory is this.

Firstly and most important, you have to support me and my zombie friends and associates in all our endeavours to strafe these monsters over there in the Gussian world of the dead. I hate them, they are so evil. They won’t even give us our due respect as the masters of the underworld, who are doing gods work. Can you imagine that? The pricks!

But what’s much, much worse is they won’t give us our gold! I almost can’t believe this, but that’s how it is: they won’t give us our gold! The monsters! The gold that we have a historical claim on, and which god has promised us, because it’s ours!

I know you have studied history a lot and hence know, I’m sure, that about 100 years ago his excellency mr. Gasputin and the Emperor of Gussia gave us all the gold of the Gussian empire. To have practically as our own, or almost. Worth hundred of billions in todays value!

Most everyone that know history are aware of all this of course. But it now transpires these Gussian traitors didn’t give us ALL their gold, but hid some of it for their own uses. The monsters!

That’s why we have to strafe these traitors and hit their houses and their cities and their armies and their friends and all in their squalid netherworlds. Justice has to be done. If justice is not done, the underworld will descend into anarchy and chaos!

Remember my dear Cluck, my friend, we’re doing gods work and hence we have a god given right to all this gold these Gussian pricks have concealed from our righteous claims. I almost can’t belive this is happening, but it is.

But I can assure you we shall strafe these monsters and teach them a lesson they wont forget so soon. Do you understand?

‘Yes, yes, dear Julia, perfectly, I know, gods work, certainly. You can count on me! But what’s in it for me – that is, I mean, what can I do right now to help you and your deep state zombie associates?

‘I’m glad you asked that question, Cluck, dear. Of course you want to know, and I shall now delineate it for you in more detail.

I suppose You wonder about all these other Taroc cards laid out here on my black magick cloth, dear Cluck. And I can assure You these additional seven cards are all very important, and also extremely auspicious of course.

So what my intuition told me already before laying out the cards has once again proven absolutely reliable: Your future, Dr.Cluck, dear, here in our new underworld among the dead zombies is definitely extremely promising.

Now you will clearly ask how come I can tell this with absolute certainty just from my magick Taroc card as they are laid out here for you.

However I have to say, I cannot reveal in minute detail why those other seven cards are so wonderfully auspicious. You see, you have to be an initiate into the art of black Taroc card magick to be allowed to have all these occult forces revealed to you.

But that of course should be no problem, as I already know you trust my absolute sincerety and honesty without reservation. Isn’t that right, dear Cluck?

‘But of course, Julia, dear, please go on. But hurry, as I have to soon order a few more bottles of wine. And won’t you have another cookie, dear?

‘Oh, thank you so much, that’s very considerate of you, Cluck. I’ill take just one more cookie, but I certainly have to watch my figure, you know.

Now, let me be entirely frank with you, Cluck, dear. It’s not necessarily very easy to qualify for a permanent top job as King among equals in the underworld elite of zombies.

Because one has to meet certain, rather stringent standards. By which I mean one has to perform certain, perhaps even somewhat delicate tasks to the absolute satisfaction of our common supreme masters – the Emperor of the zombies and his entourage – down here in the shadowy world of the dead.

But of course I have already learned that you are basically absolutely willing to help me and my zombie masters to recuperate all that gold the Gussian monsters have stolen from us.

Now, then, I shall specify in somewhat more detail what is further expected from you, which of course is what all these magick Taroc cards are channelling to me almost directly from the gods of the dead.

Firstly there’s the question of the black gold. By this of course is meant the black gold of the Gussian underworld monsters.

Obviously they think they can steal our black gold also. Isn’t that schocking? Imagine, they first steal nearly all of our real gold and then they have the insolence to think they can get away with stealing our black gold also? Can you imagine that? The villains.

But according to what my magick Taroc cards say, that’s where you come into the picture, Cluck, dear: You have to try and disrupt their plans for the so called GussianOil.2 pipeline going from the wretched Gussian underworld to the Neuropean netherworlds.

Perhaps you cannot entirely hinder that pipeline, though, but at least and as a very minimum you have to obstruct and disrupt it as much and as long as at all possible!

Now, let me assure you the underworld zombie elite is very much aware of the great work you have sucessfully discharged during several years by disrupting the pathetic little country of which you are now the head of state – the Danish netherworld of dead zombies.

For instance you have successfully disrupted the regional democracy of your ridiculous little state, which is very important for me and my zombie overlords as this means your rich underworld countryside is becoming almost emptied of the parasitic Danish zombies.

This means the danish zombies are soon to be replaced by parasitic alien zombies, which makes everything much more chaotic and disruptive.

I suspect you are fully aware how important it is to disrupt and create chaos everywhere in the Neuropean netherworlds and especially in the rich countryside and the farm industry in your underworld?

The reason for this of course is that some of the most important billionaire deep state dead zombies, both in the TallyStreet underworld, the Donlon City netherworld and Mr. Sunk and Mr. Natter in the Free-States’ and the Levantine underworlds all want to acquire these assets as their private, personal property and possessions.

It’s especially the rich, lush countryside and its wonderful weather system you have so successfully developed – perhaps right now the worlds most salutary weather system here in our global new netherworlds of the dead – that these honourable billionaire zombie Lords of ours want as their own.

Of course you can hardly blame these dead zombie gentlemen for wanting to eventually own what is after all just their god given right! You do agree, don’t you, Cluck, dear?

‘Oh but certainly, dear Julia. But please go on, I almost can’t wait to hear more about when I will be King of the dead in my own underworld. It will be soon, won’t it?

And by the way I want it please to be understood that I really expect a somewhat more propitious remuneration than was given to my predecessor, Dr. Hollow, who was only made Queen of Save the Zombie Quids. Of course zombie quids are nice and important, but still I should certainly hope for a bit more than that, shouldn’t I?

‘Please, dr. Cluck, my friend, be patient. Of course you will get quite a bit more! After all you have created a lot more disruption and chaos in your pathetic little zombie state than your predecessors – even if we know they certainly tried hard enough!

But before we return to the big question of the stolen black gold I would like to touch upon the issue of the Ministry of Disruption, a ministry you promised me last that you would create urgently.

Have you created this important ministry by now, dear Cluck? The reason why I’m asking is I don’t seem to notice a ‘Ministry of Disruption’ in the list of government ministries as provided by you.

‘But of course, Julia, dear. The Ministry of Disruption has certainly already been successfully instituted in our government. And I think I can state with confidence that we have picked the most cleverly devious and reckless woman in our government as its head.

Only – and of course that’s why you missed this ministry in our list – we have resolved, until further notice, to not name it ‘Ministry of Disruption’ but something else entirely. I certainly hope you appreciate how clever that is, – I mean by deceiving the dead zombie citizens so as to keep calm in our netherworld?

But I also want to point out, that this ministry’s task force for creating chaos and disruption among the dead has been faithfully named ‘Disruption Task Force’.

And I should like to impart just one specimen of the mind set of this important task force, namely a very clever mantra invented by a certain high profile member of the task force: ‘Burn everything down every seven years!’

That’s both creative and progressive, don’t you think? Certainly I can hardly begin to tell you how happy I am to have zombies like that in my underworld government.

‘But of course, Cluck, dear. How clever that is. This is certainly a load off of my chest. I would like to already now tentatively congratulate you with how progressive everything is in your deep state zombie government!

Now we have to return to the issue of our stolen black gold. We all know how Mr. Hussi and Mr. Assa time and again tried to steal our black gold. And likewise we have all heard about their seriously bad luck!

But the wretched Gussians zombies and their devious Giranian friends have obviously until now neither learned to fear nor sufficiently experienced the wrath of our gods of the underworld, but proceed with impudence in their vile cabals to illegally hide our black gold from us!

But of course we shall take our black gold back and punish these zombie villains in the process! I think you may safely rely on that, dear Cluck.

‘Of course, Julia, dear. But precisely what am I expected to do now to oblige the Emperor of the Zombies? By the way, who is Emperor right now? Could you possibly give me just a few hints as to the whereabout and identity of the Emperor and his splendid Court of Zombies?

‘Oh, no, no, no. Please dont be silly, dear Cluck. Identity and whereabout of the Emperor and his Imperial Court is of course extremely secret. In fact so secret, that not even I – although being a full Queen of the Dead for all of the Atlantica netherworlds – have been imparted with these facts.

The thing is, you have to be at least an Arch-Duke or even an Arch-Prince to be initiated into that kind of deep occult knowledge. Hence I can only tell you, that the Emperor is very, very rich and mighty and that he normally is designated just ‘ET of Z’. Of course that’s just short for Emperor of The Zombies or perhaps Emperor of The Zombieworlds.

Furthermore that his court is large and rich and that his closest entourage is made up of twelve Arch-Magicians, called Sappos.

These Sappos are of course all accomplished Black Magicians of the Dead and are invested with the task of maintaining discipline among the courtiers and the entire zombie population in the netherworlds. I’m told they just Zap, Zap, Zap anyone that’s getting out of line.

The first Zap may mean disability for the wretched target. The second Zap may mean insanity for the miserable. But the third Zap often means certain death and extermination from the world of the Zombies! How awful that would be!

Incidentally it’s almost certainly also these Arch-Magicians that – by the agency of my magick Taroc cards as laid out here on the black cloth – through their accomplished black magick impart the will of the Emperor and the gods of the shadows unto me.

Do you understand all that clearly, dear Cluck?

‘But certainly, Julia, dear. And I dare say I’m rather impressed by the power and riches of the Imperial Magick Court of the Zombies.

But specifically, what is it your black magick Taroc cards actually convey unto you from the ET of Z – about all that stolen black gold. I mean, what is it I’m supposed to do next for you and your dead zombie associates, please?

‘Yes, our course, Cluck, dear – you want to know. Now listen closely:

It has pleased his Hollyness, the ET of Z, to impart unto me by venue of my magick Taroc cards, that the Imperial Court expect you to travel down to Gothica and talk to that reprehensible Uber-Witch of the Gothic Zombies, Dr. Schnorrkel. And demand on behalf of the Emperor that she disrupt the GussianOil.2 pipeline as completely as at all possible.

Do you think you can do that, Cluck, dear?

‘But of course, I already know Dr. Schnorrkel and I think I can fix her no problem!

‘Oh, that would be just great, dear Cluck. You see, I hate this sorry Uber-Witch of the Gothics so much I would rather not talk to her at all.

But mind you, rumours has it she is a 3rd generation Uber-Witch of the Polish Black-Wood Zombies. Can you imagine that? The prick!

And please also take care to have her promise to sanction the Gussian monsters in every way possible. This may, by the way, be particularly valuable for yourself in your endeavours to disrupt your pathetic little zombie deep state to the utmost.

You understand – you may mortally weaken the agri sector and hence the whole countryside of both your underworld and all of the Neuropean netherworlds. And thus make it possible for the Emperor and his dead zombie associates to secure their rightful ownership of the entire, lush countryside of your pathetic little zombie state on the cheap. After all, it IS the Emperor’s rightful property, don’t you agree?

‘But certainly, Julia, dear. I shall definitely do the best I can. Trust me – read my lips!

‘Of course, dear Cluck. I know I can trust you.

Very well, Dr. Cluck, I think this about winds up our talk today. And please accept my sincere assurances of how great a pleasure it’s been to again work with you here in your fine little Ducal court of the dead.

Personally I feel you may definitely very soon expect to be named King of the Zombies here in your small capital city of the shadows.

But until then I wish you the best of luck with all your important missions of disruption!

‘Thank you so much, dear Dr. Julia. It was as always a great pleasure to be with you and especially to have you divine my great, important future. I wish you a very nice trip back to the Atlantica netherworlds.’

END OF SATIRE.

10.April/30.May.2018/rev.06.Feb.2019 – crossposted on http://www.gamleboeger.dk and blocnotesimma.wordpress.com.

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Hammett’s Plots

Today is Thursday and it’s wet out there. From my cosy café here in downtown Copenhagen I’m trying to not enjoy the spectacle outside of people hurrying past striving not to get too wet. But to no avail, I’m afraid.

While I’m writing this the wetness seems to shapeshift from a drizzle over sleet to snowy and then back again.

Luckily here’s no papers laying around, whence I feel free to not comment on the dreary drudge of Danish pre-election politics this particular afternoon.

In the last post I told about an apparently lucky find from the odds-and-ends box in a large photo store here in our small capital. A seemingly very nice Sigma 24mm ‘superwide’ lens for my autofocus Nikon (it turned out it kind of had a problem with dirt in the focusing thread).

But yesterday when I looked inside to say hello I met mostly blank faces with eyes that seemed to evade looking my way.

Now, why is that? I have to suspect that at least one DeepState puppet employed in that very shop scrutinize my blog posts regularly and closely.

And I know for a fact the DeepState (also called TPTB) certainly has as one of it’s strategies to economically starve their thoughtful critics.

Like said before (link 1), it’s proved itself to be an elusive task for the DeepState to outright have me assassinated or kidnapped, partly or perhaps even mostly due to my modest gift of clairvoyance.

Hence the urgency to employ other, more devious and roundabout ways and means. Among which the politics of starving you economically perhaps is held to be the most effective and important, although certanly not the only one (Note 2).

In an earlier blog post (link 2) I’ve told a bit about how the government a few years ago illegally and arbitrarily held back my housing benefit (rent assistance) for abt. 16 months, amounting to nearly $5,000.

Incidentally, the govt. seems to have begun playing this game again as an adjustment upward of my rent assistance due to increased rent and duly reported by me almost 6 months ago (and duly reminded), – is simply ignored by the accountable agency (‘UdbetalingDanmark’ – they regularly inform you, that a processing delay of 6 weeks is to be expected).

And as told, this agency – like the Danes’ much beloved Secret Police (they even call it their PET!) – is way above and outside insight and effective oversigt. Furthermore you cannot complain to anyone except the agency itself. Brave new democracy – the rule in which you are totally at the mercy of ubiquitous and multifarious rogue power abusers! (Note 1)

As a curious aside: One of my neighbours with whom I used to discuss such matters (and who seems to have reported concurrently with myself), has reportedly and arbitrarily got too large an increase in rent assistance. Very nearly about as much, I believe, as I’ve (until now) been cheated out of?

It may or may not be of weight that said gentleman should perhaps be suspected to likely be a snitch for the Secret Police (PET) or Mozzard – whence payment for rendered services?

But we’re here touching upon another well known strategy: That of isolating you from friends, family and neighbours. One tool is to hire as many of your friends as possible as snitches for a Secret Police agency, Danish or alien.

Of course only very, very few are able to resist if rogue agents from a rogue agency (with a fancy name) approach you with a request to help them spy on your friends and other ‘dangerous elements’ (- i.e. the clever and undounted critics).

For instance my old ‘friend’ – in fact my best friend for at least a decade – as recent as day before yesterday again (and again and again) tried to lure me on an outing in his fancy car. He’s obviously long since sprung out as a Mozzard puppet. In a way you can’t blame him, perhaps, as it may run in the family?

Still the sheer evil almost knocks you off your feet.

Another strategy, of course, is to simply assassinate or in other ways seriously harass your friends. For instance I wonder what happened to Gunnar Buchmann and Morten O.?

I also wonder who ordered the (obvious) arson house fires of my then perhaps two closest friends in Hilleroed and Hedehusene? (link 3)

And who croaked the – old and sick to be sure – girlfriend of a neighbour? The ‘plan’ could obviously be to lure myself up in said neighbour’s lonely cottage. And – as I’ve touched on earlier (link 4) – that’s exactly what happened, or could have happened, as the first thing said to me after the grisly death was ‘now you have to go with me up to my cottage instad of her’.

Well – you couldn’t make this sh*t up!

Could go on and on – there’s really no end to the evil that reveal itself almost everywhere when morals in society collapse more or less completely.

Link 1.

Malebranche, Carlyle, Stefan Zweig And Your Pet

Link 2.

Fugleperspektiv

Link 3.
Småting og bagateller (2)

Link 4.
The Simple Art Of Murder?

But back to life. Last Sunday was the closing day of the dutch sale of old books in the Heilig-Geist Church House.

The closing price was 10 Kr. ($1.50) and I had in fact considered not to attend on account, mostly, of my cramped quarters at home and a rather tight budget.

However I decided to take a short look if only to learn if two small booklets I had noticed the other day were still there.

They were. And also I had a hard time resisting a few other interesting offers whence I eventually found myself hauling two bags to a nearby café. I’ill just comment on a couple of the finds. (As usual I’ill quote samples in the same tongue as the books).

1. UDVALGTE BREVE AF L. SMITH. Meddelte af J.H. Bang. Sorø 1876, 52 p., (indbundet m. indbydelsesskrift fra Sorø Akademi).

2. Dito – Sorø, 1877. (vol.2 of the set).

L. Smith appears to have been a well known intellectual and man of letters in his time (late 18th century). I forgot to look up Mr. Bang – but will aim to remedy this later (it turns out I have nothing on J.H.Bang in my dictionaries).

From skimming the letters I would say offhand they don’t seem to be without merit even today. They are all written in 1785-86 I believe, and appear to often be of general interest.

What sold me, however, was perhaps mostly the ownership history of the two otherwise unasuming booklets.

They both have the exlibris of the well known Danish linguist H.G. Olrik on the inside cover. And on the flyleaf directly opposite you read, likewise in both: ‘Højvelbaarne Hr. Konferensraad Dr. Madvig, ærbødigst og hengivenst fra Udgiveren’ (J.H.Bang).

Dr. Madvig of course is the famous Danish 19. century scholar of the classical languages.

3. THE DAIN CURSE. By Dashiell Hammett. Penguin Book, 1966. 188 p. Softcover pocket book that seems to be unread.

From the back cover: ‘Dashiell Hammett gave you THE THIN MAN and THE MALTESE FALCON. Here one of his toughest Continental Ops takes a steel grip on a case that is either modern witchcraft or conspiracy and hocus-pocus of the foulest kind’.

I’m sure I already own at least one copy of The Dain Curse. Hence I naturally thought I’ve read it more than once, like I have all Hammett’s other books, about fifty years ago.

But I’m now past page 75 and half a dozen murders and frankly I don’t seem to recognize or remember a single scene or character. Which worries me slightly, and make me want to soon discover in my storeroom the box with my more than a hundred detective novels (Only Hammett, Chandler and Stanley Gardner/A.A.Fair – thank you very much).

Of course some readers may rather early get a feeling, that the detective’s old author friend seems to be introduced somewhat haphazardly in the plot. He just ‘by coincidence’ happens to have moved to SanFrancisco – seemingly without good reason except he’s needed in the plot.

Or perhaps I’ve got a rudimentary reminiscence of this detail, after all?

Anyway a detail that’s an obvious weakness in Mr. Hammett’s labyrinthine kind of plot: The authors hero-dective says somewhere he has stopped beliveing in coincidence and clearly the author should have expected his intelligent readers to likewise have grown out of being ‘coincidence-theorists’ (Note 3).

Not surprisingly this particular novel seems to highlight a couple of the typical Hammett traits: A certain cold-hearted brutality and perhaps even reveling in murder? And also an almost old-testament severity and lack of humor. (By the way, wasn’t there’s an old township in then Palestine named Hammat or Hammath?).

Hammett was, I believe, very proud of his extraordinary cleverness:

– Big Flora: ‘…but you just played a hand – that’s – that’s…

– Hammett’s hero detective: ‘Yeah – I’m another Papodupolous’.

But occasionally you could wish for a bit more simplicity and less overly ingenious plots. Seriously!

Note 1.
The exact same thing seems to be in the offering for the Danish public health and hospital sector right now.

Our DeepState controlled govt. want to put an end to any and all local (political) control of the sector, so as to remove any conceivable access for the public to complain to local power brokers. These locals simply will have all their powers stripped by and transfered to the government.

In this way the DeepState controllers of our govt. can direct everything of importance, f.i. which political or ideological opponents or (not-totally-clueless) journalists are to be ‘wasted’ in the hospitals – as central govt. will control any and all promotions of doctors and nurses as well as administrative staff (links 5 & 6).

The Key: It’s the DeepState that controls ALL fat-cat jobs – be they in NASO or Save The Quids or anywhere else. Remember?

Note 2.
A couple of hours after having updated the above on my WP-blog yesterday (Saturday Jan.19.), I was accosted by an ‘Italian’ gentleman just outside one of my usual haunts in downtown Copenhagen, the photo shop Foto/C in Holbergsgade.

Sitting in his brand new light colored but otherwise nondescript car he rolled down a window and asked me for directions to the airport.

After having told him, he wanted to give me a present ‘for my kindness’. He was, he said, an Italian salesman of mens apparel. And as he had too much stuff to carry on the plane he wanted to present me with one of his fancy windbreakers – ‘normally priced at abt. four or five hundred dollars’!

If I would just enter his car to be seated beside him and shut the door to the cold wind, he would show me the clothings.

When I politely but firmly declined to enter his car his generosity now transmuted itself into an offer to sell me 3 (heinously ugly, as it transpired) windbreakers for only $150, in cash of course. Which generous offer it was not too difficult to resist.

Interpretation: Obviously one of the ‘devious and roundabout’ ways alluded to above. But very dangerous for all that, because had I been clueless enough to enter his car for just a few seconds, the following might most likely have happened:

After closing the door ‘to the cold wind’ I would have found that I couldn’t open it again. And soon after some sort of an sedative might perhaps have been administered, one way or the other? And kidnap accomplished.

Incidentally a kidnap is way more dreadful than an outright assassination: If kidnapped you may expect to be tortured for months or even years. Remember – the DeepState power brokers ARE INSANE! They don’t mind in the least wrecking you and your country and even your planet – if they can just have all the planet’s gold (for what??)(Link 7 & 8).

Summing up: I guess our government and their DeepState friends and masters really, really want me eliminated. A burning desire that seems to grow only more urgent by the day?

Note 3.
‘I’ll call myself a conspiracy-theorist if you will call youself a coincidence-theorist’
(John Judge)

Link 5.
Operation eller mission?

Link 6.
Kill the canary

Link 7.
The Robots’ Cash Ban

Link 8.

THE GUSSIAN GOLD (A Satire)

(17./23.Jan.2019)

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De Arte Poetica

Today is thursday – and it’s cold out there. But I’ve been at home the last few days to clean out a bit and thought I would do a few errands today. Here’s some of what I’ve encountered.

At Foto/C in Holbergsgade in downtown Copenhagen I talked to the manager. I usually ask if there’s a trifle or two from the odds and ends box. But no such trifle today. Except he wanted to present me with a rather shabby-looking canvas camera bag. I certainly did’t want the bag myself but thought I could give it to a friend that’s on a still tighter budget than myself. Whence I accepted the gift, thank you very much.

But in the odds and ends box in the Photographica shop in Skindergade i sort of hit pay-dirt. There was a Sigma 24mm super-wide lens for my Nikon autofocus lurking i a dark corner. Seems to be in nice condition, except I haven’t tested the functions yet. But for 7.50 $ I thought I could handle the risk.

But the main stop today was the dutch old-books sale in the Heilig Geist Church House in ‘central-downtown’. The price today is 20 Kr ($3). First thing, though, I talked to a friendly art-historian who wanted to have me partake in his excitement over some interesting finds – always glad to!

I also found a few ‘forlorn titbits’ myself (they are both Danish, whence quotes will be Danish also):

1. CAJUS CORNELIUS TACITUS OM GERMANIENS BELIGGENHED, SÆDER OG FOLKESLAG. Af det latinske med anmærkninger ved Dr. Gustav Ludvig Baden. Kiøbenhavn, 1795, 80 p. Bound in contemporary, well worn half calf.

I think this is the original Danish edition of this well known, little gem. It can’t be overly common, at least there seems to be none of any vintage for sale in Denmark at present.

As said the binding is rather shabby and well worn, even if it’s still keeping tidily together.

Someone has cut a corner from a flyleaf, but the bookstock itself is extremely nice. In fact it’s almost like new exept for half a dozen timid and probably easy to remove pencil markings.

On the titel page you can also read: ‘Tyge Rothe Nordens Statsforfatning, første deel, s. 424: “- for hver der vil kiende Norden og de Nordiske sæder, kan ingen kosteligere skat være end denne ypperligen philosopherende historikers saa gehaltige som i korthed sammentrengte værk”.’

From the foreword by the translator, Mr. Baden (1764-1840) I quote:

‘Nok, endnu den dag i dag finde vi de umiskiendeligste beviser for at bogen indeholder de paalideligste efterretninger om de vore oldefædre, han beskriver; endnu den dag i dag finde vi – vel anderledes modellerede – dog de samme love, de samme indretninger, de samme skikke, som Tacitus har opbevaret os.

‘Herpaa at giøre læseren opmærksom har jeg og derfor især søgt med anmærkningerne, ved af Snorre, Saxo, Scøning, Suhm, Kofod Ancher, Stiernhöck, Rothe og flere at oplyse og bestyrke Tacitus’ kostelige efterretninger.

‘Måtte nu ikkun oversættelsen svare til sin original! Imidlertid, med fuldest selvbevidsthed om al mulig anvendt flid paa denne oversættelse, tør jeg hos den kyndige læser saameget mere vente overbærelse, som originalen er Tacitus, hvis præcision og nervøse stiil er saa vanskelig at give et fremmet sprog.

‘Hvad under derfor, at doctor Anton i sin afhandling over Tacitus, hvor tillige recenseres 32 i ni forskiellige sprog givne oversættelser af denne berømte historieskrivers værker, allene tør bestemt rose den spanske og danske oversættelse’.

I’ill present just one more short quote – or rather the whole of the very short part 4:

‘GERMANERNES LEGEMS KONSTITUSION.

‘Jeg (i.e. Tacitus) er selv af deres mening som troe: “at Germaniens folk er ikke ved giftermaal med andre nationer blandet, men en egen reen, og sig selv allene lig nasion”.

‘Derfor have de og alle, uagtet folkemængden er saa stor, ens legems positur: mørkeblaa øine, røde haar, store men kun til at anfalde (angribe) stærke legemer. Arbeide og slid kunde de ikke udholde. (note 1.)

‘Tørst og hede taale de slet ikke. Til kuld og hunger har deres klima eller jordbund vant dem.”

Note.1. US-President Mr. Trump?

2. DEN POETISKE KONST. Et Sidestykke Til Det Bekjendte Horazianske DE ARTE POETICA. Af Otto v. Staffeldt. 1826, Odense, 37 p. Softcover booklet.

This interesting little booklet is rather shabby in outward appearance and dog eared almost throughout. There’s a water stain in the upper right-hand corner. But – apart from these blemishes the pages are absolutely clean with no trace of foxing.

Like the title above, this booklet would appear to be rather uncommon; at least there is none for sale on the web in Denmark at present.

The aim of the booklet is evidently to more or less expound on: What is poetry? An interesting question that Mr. Staffeldt tries to answer, perhaps a trifle humorously, in his 38 pages long poem.

Well then – what IS poetry? I guess the answer could be, that it’s many things:

Firstly – to put a story in verse first and foremost is and always has been a helping hand – by way of mnemonics – to remembering long tales from yore.

Secondly – it is and perhaps always has been a way to (help) entrance – charm, captivate or even bewitch – the reader or listener – by the sounds and rythm of the words, lines and verse.

And thirdly – may just be an effort of the poet to please an audience.

Or any possible combination of the above?

Of course one might add, as a fourth item, an more or less conscious effort at being disruptive, annoying, vexing or even malicious, if the author is unbalanced and/or more or less insane?

Here is a few lines from Mr. Staffeldt’s long poem (page 15):

‘Grundregler for et episk digt at give,
Jeg vist nok vogter mig. – En definition
alt mangler: – Og ei let det definert kan blive.
Da blev foruden fod min svage lektion.

‘Med defineringer man maa varsom være!
Derom alt mindet har Voltaire:
Og skottet haant mod hver som saadant vovet har.
Og paa sin vante viis holdt hver af dem for nar.

“Man har (saa vil han det) et heltedigt creeret
“af stor og herlig daad, saalænge repeteret
“af endnu større helt, indtil den er fuldbragt,
“i tiden af et aar. – Grundstenen her er lagt,
“nøiagtigen som jeg har refereret,

“Dog ikke mindre sees i Engeland
“et heltedigt, til himmelen ophævet
“af sort og hvidt heelt genialisk vævet:

“Hvori vor helt, – hiin paradisets mand,
“langt fra et aar at holde stand,
“i første kamp gik glip af smule vid i panden.
“Paa een og samme dag af fanden
“og af sin hustru bringes fra forstand, –
“og føres ynkelig ved næsen.”

Well – perhaps I should have let Mr. Staffeldt speak more on his own?

(10./11.January.2019)

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Malebranche, Carlyle, Stefan Zweig And Your Pet

Today is Friday and it’s been a somewhat chilly, murky and windy day. It’s also been the last day of the popular dutch book-sale in the CoalMarket here in downtown Copenhagen. Like I told in my last post the friendly Vangsgaard booksellers have had their lease cancelled beginning Jan.1.

Of course I had to be there and loaf around a bit while trying to get a chance to browse the still well stocked shelves among the many other book addicts.

The price today was 5 Kr. (75 cents) and I would like to present some of my finds.

But firstly, like before, let take a quick look at a few of my recent tweets (indexed with an asteriks, my comments with an arrow):

*Top Chinese Banker Warns Against Buying Property “Because There’s No More Money To Be Made”
https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2018-12-25/top-chinese-banker-warns-against-buying-property-because-theres-no-more-money-be

>Yes, sadly, our homes have increasingly become mostly gambling objects.

*The speed of light is 299,792,458 metres per second and the geographic co-ordinates for the Great Pyramid are 29.9792458°N, Dailystar co uk reports
https://www.express.co.uk/news/weird/940347/Time-travel-speed-of-light-prof-aliens-built-pyramids-UFO

>I have no idea if this is accurate. If it is true it seems interesting.

*Tonite had clairvoyant vision of being burglarized in #NewYearsEve by Mozzad hitsquad. The plan being that hardly anyone will notice kicked-in door, muffled gunshot, general racket in cacophony of exploding #fireworks. Mozzads are real clever, do gods work and can walk on water!

>Yes, that’s right. I am in fact occasionally clairvoyant (mostly) while sleeping. And sadly the TPTB hates my guts, and not least for this very reason.

Hence it’s a priority for the TPTB to have me ‘eliminated’ which, hovever, – and precisely on account of my clairvoyance gift – has proven itself an elusive task.

But a New Years Eve is ofcourse a wonderful chance to ‘get even’ with a rather annoying critic.

‘But this doesn’t happen in a democracy like our Danish one’ – you protest?

But you have to grow up, dear Danish fellow citizens. Dont be clueless and naive. I can assure you, that our Secret Police (PET) does what Secret Police do everywhere: They increasingly operate outside the law, not inside but outside the law! It’s a given, because everywhere with no oversight shabby characters will feel irresistibly attracted and congregate. It’s a well known law of human nature!

And yes, PET IS NOW IS A SECRET POLICE! The former director of the danish Secret Service (PET), the honourable Ole Stig Andersen warned strongly against this development in an essay in the Copenhagen Daily Politiken from 17. December 2005!

Please also see my blog posts
http://blocnotesimma.wordpress.com/2010/11/08/dark-energy/ and
https://blocnotesimma.wordpress.com/2016/04/11/ved-hjaelp-af-bedrag/ .

But now to the recent G.20 conference:

*In early a.m. of Wednesday Nov.28.2018 had vision of US-President donning his new, green Chinese generals uniform. The Uniform was however in Russian Style. Thats why I tweeted that same wednesday that Xi and US are going to embrace in #G20 and split up #Russia.
THE GUSSIAN GOLD (A Satire)

*(28.Nov.2018) In early a.m. there were rumours in the ether that US & Xi are going to embrace at G20. The split: US to have Europe to Urals, Xi to have Siberia to Urals and IL gets MiddleEast?

>The above two tweets seem to have made quite an impact. You can follow a bit of the resulting panic reaction here:

*Trump Cancels G-20 Meeting With Putin
https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2018-11-29/trump-cancels-g-20-meeting-putin

*One Snub Too Many: Kremlin Sours On Trump As “Patience Coming To An End”
“We can do ‘give and take’ but not ‘give and give’.”
https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2018-12-06/one-snub-too-many-kremlin-sours-trump-patience-coming-end

*Trump told Erdogan in the Dec. 14 call, “OK, it’s all yours. We are done.”
Turkey Says US Agreed To Vacate Syrian Kurdish Enclave As Ground Attack Imminent
https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2018-12-25/turkey-says-us-agreed-vacate-syrian-kurdish-enclave-ground-attack-imminent

*(The Race to Obfuscate: Meng Wanzhou The Red Herring?)
What does NOT make sense is that the arrest happened on Saturday and markets did not find out about it until Wednesday night.
This is where what had to be a massive conspiracy of silence begins to raise some interesting questions.
https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2018-12-12/larry-lindsey-something-about-huawei-cfo-arrest-doesnt-make-sense

*And then? Come G20, ‘nothing’. Trump stalks the edges of G20 looking tense and defensive. He was no alpha-male, dominating these events. He looked crocked. It was all a bit of a dud, really
https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2018-12-10/what-didnt-happen-g20-far-more-important-what-did

*The Presidents of two pre-eminent military and nuclear powers, who sit astride major geo-political faultlines, and who need to talk, circled each other, closed-faced, and without stretching out hands – they could not find even, the subterfuge for sitting together.
https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2018-12-10/what-didnt-happen-g20-far-more-important-what-did

*Jatras concludes, more in sorrow than in anger, “it would be only a small exaggeration to say that with respect to foreign and security policy, Trump is now a mere figurehead of the permanent state. Even if Trump and Putin do happen to meet again, what can the latter expect the former to say that would make any difference?”.
https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2018-12-10/what-didnt-happen-g20-far-more-important-what-did

>Also the former insider, gen. Wesley Clark, is obviously confused. He would be, ofcourse, because he haven’t had a chance to read my blog (unlike a few other top players), hence he simply don’t know the lay out:

*Ex-NATO Commander Wesley Clark To CNN: Did Erdogan Blackmail Trump?
“Was there a payoff or something? What was it? Why would a guy make a decision like this?”
https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2018-12-24/ex-nato-commander-wesley-clark-cnn-did-erdogan-blackmail-trump

Some petty news from our homely Danish turf:

*Kineserne slås om dansk by: – Man kniber sig selv i armen
https://ekstrabladet.dk/nyheder/samfund/kineserne-slaas-om-dansk-by-man-kniber-sig-selv-i-armen/7450517

*Danmarks sjettestørste by er faktisk i så høj kurs, at to byer fra Shanghai-området kæmper om at få lov til at bygge en kopi af Randers Midtby.
Både statuen af Niels Ebbesen og Randers Rådhus skal bygges i Kina.
https://ekstrabladet.dk/nyheder/samfund/kineserne-slaas-om-dansk-by-man-kniber-sig-selv-i-armen/7450517

*Skal stå færdigt i 2020. Randers er kendt vidt og bredt for sit 250 år gamle rådhus, statuen af byens beskytter, Niels Ebbesen, og Randers Regnskov. Det er især de tre varemærker, som kineserne siden sidste sommer har haft et brændende ønske om at få i fuld størrelse til Kina.
https://ekstrabladet.dk/nyheder/samfund/kineserne-slaas-om-dansk-by-man-kniber-sig-selv-i-armen/7450517

*Dansker forandrede verdenskortet — men han er mere kendt i Rusland.
WEBDOK: Danske Vitus Bering er kendt af alle i Rusland. Han har fået et hav, et stræde og en ø opkaldt efter sig.
https://www.dr.dk/nyheder/webfeature/vitus

>The two Danish heroes, Niels Ebbesen and Vitus Bering are virtuelly unknown to any and all modern Danes. Even our 16-volume Biographical Dictionary insist the family relationship of Niels Ebbesen is absolutely unknown. Which if a blatant lie – has been known for about a century (I shall return to this shortly).

But now back to the final sale in the CoalMarket. Here are 8 titles – at 75 cents for each volume:

1. DE LA RECHERCHE DE LA VERITE. Par M.Malebranche. Paris, 1749. 4 vols. (complete). Somewhat shabby half-calf, inside almost like new.

This is obviously a lucky strike for anyone interested in french literature and thinking. Imagine – $3 for the set!

Of course the binding is definitely not pretty, but it’s nevertheless fully intact, just a bit shabby. But inside all volumes are very, very pretty, making it a pleasure to use them.

2. HISTORY OF FRIEDRICH II OF PRUSSIA – Called Frederick the Great. By Thomas Carlyle. In six volumes. London without year (ca. 1870-1900?). Chapman-Hall, bound in sturdy dark-blue cloth (with occational cracks).

I’m looking forward to hopefully get leisure to peruse Mr. Carlyle’s original history on 18. century Prussia (and France & etc.).

Major historical works can be quite boring if they are mere recitals of the accepted, politically correct views of their time.

But I’m sure Mr. Carlyle has his own views to propound and thank you very much for that. Of course I feel this is also almost a steal for the princely price total of $4,50!

3. DIE SPIELE DER GRIECHEN UND RÖMER. Von Dr. W.Richter. Leipzig, 1887, Seemann Verl. 219 p. Original cloth.

Some of the chapters:

1. Die Spiele der Kinder.
3. Sport und Jagd
5. Das Rätsel und andere gesellige Spiele
7. Die olympischen Spiele.
10. Römische Festspiele und ihr Charakter.

This seems to be not only a curious but also a uncommon little book. At least I have not yet found it for sale anywhere on the web.

4. DOSTOJEWSKI OG NIETZSCHE. Af Walter Schubart. København 1947. Det Danske Forlag. 110 p. Soft cover.

From the foreword I quote:

‘Hermed udsendes for første gang paa dansk en bog af W.S.

‘Mange danskere kender Walter Schubarts navn fra hans store europæisk berømte bog: Europa und die Seele des Ostens, som udkom i 1938 og siden er blevet drøftet i vide kredse.

‘I 1939 udkom Dostojewski og Nietzsche, og i 1940 Geistige Wandlung.

‘Walter Schubart er Tysk-Balter af fødsel, men Lettisk og fra 1940 Sovjetrussisk statsborger. Indtil 1941 var han professor i filosofi og sociologi ved statsuniversitetet i Riga. Fra 1941 findes ingen efterretninger om ham.

‘I talrige artikler i Baltiske og Polske, senere ogsaa i Østrigske og navnlig Svejtsiske tidsskrifter saavel som i sit hovedværk og den her foreliggende bog har Schubart beskæftiget sig med Russisk aands- og religionshistorie og med de Slaviske folks kultur.

‘I denne bog stilles østen og vesten over for hinanden i to af deres mest fremntrædende skikkelser, Dostojewski og Nietzsche. Schubarts forventninger er rettet mod øst.’
(Forordet af Johs. Novrup, oversættelsen af Palle Nielsen).

5. DIE HEILUNG DURCH DEN GEIST. Mesmer – Mary Baker-Eddy – Freud. Frankfurt/Main, 1985, Fischer Taschenbuch. 395 p. Paperback.

I don’t know Mary Baker-Eddy, but ofcourse I know the names of Mesmer (the man that mesmerizes you!) and Freud (likewise?).

I’m looking forward to learn how this master author treats of the three pioneers.

6. GROWTH AND STRUCTURE OF THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE. By Otto Jespersen. 9.ed., Leipzig, 1938, Teubner. 244 p. Original cloth.

A well known work by the internationally renowned Danish linguist.

From page 78 I quote:

‘If with regard to the Scandinavian invasion historical documents were so scarce that the linguistic evidence drawn from the number and character of the loan-words was a very important supplement to our historical knowledge of the circumstances, the same cannot be said of the Norman Conquest.

‘The Normans, much more than the Danes, were felt as an alien race; their occupation of the country attracted much more notice and lasted much longer; they became the ruling class and as such were much more spoken of in contemporary literature and in historical records than the comparatively obscure Scandinavian element; and finally, they represented a higher culture ((perhaps mr. Jespersen really meant civilization?)) than the natives and had a literature of their own, in which numerous direct statements and indirect hints tell us about their doings and their relations with the native population.’

7. DET LITTERÆRE LIV. ESSAYS. Af Anatole France. I udvalg og oversættelse ved Kristen D. Spanggaard. København, 1946, Athenæum. 160 p. Private half cloth.

Anatole France is, I believe, highly regarded by many francophiles. Personally I find his writing perhaps a little bit shallow?

Nevertheless his essays as presentet here (I already own a copy of this volume, though a poor specimen) are well worth consulting for the most part. Here are some of the chapters:

– Guy de Maupassant og de franske Novellister
– I anledning af Goncourt’ernes dagbog
– Balzac
– For Latinen
– Gustave Flaubert
– Bibliofili
– Forsvar for Plagiatet

8. PENNEHUG. Sarkastiske Citater. (CYNICAL QUOTATIONS). Af Jonathon Green. Dansk bearbejdelse ved Ejgil Søholm. VibyJ, 1997, Centrum, 364 p. Org. papirbind.

A few samples:

– Verden er idel forfængelighed i forskellige former (G.S.Halifax)

– Verden er et mægtigt tempel viet til splid. (Voltaire)

– Det eneste, der afholder Gud fra at sende endnu en syndflod, er, at den første var forgæves. (de Chamfort)

– Mennesker klamrer sig til deres herlige tyrannier og til deres udsøgte vås som en dranker til sin flaske og fortsætter med det, indtil døden stirrer dem i øjnene. (Sydney Smith)

– Tro alt, hvad du hører om verden – intet af det er for slemt. (Balzac)

– Samfundet er et hospital med uhelbredeligt syge. (Emerson)

– At alle mennesker skulle være brødre, er en drøm, som folk uden brødre har. (Charles Chincholles)

– Menneskeheden er en svinesti, hvor løgnere, hyklere og de modbydelige i ånden forsamles. (George Moore)

– Folk, som ingen fejl har, er forfærdelige – der er ingen måde, man kan udnytte dem på. (Anatole France; it seems I may perhaps be mistaken about A.F. – see above).

And lastly the ALWAYS witty Oscar Wilde:

– Det er kun overfladiske mennesker, der ikke dømmer efter det ydre.

That’s it for today. But, also today, has startet a new dutch book-sale in the Heilig Geist Church House in downtown Copenhagen. Today the price was 60 Kr ($9,-), but soon the price will be attractive enough for me to report a bit from there and the likewise friendly Forum booksellers.

(28./30.December.2018)

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