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QuoTH THe RaVeN...
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THE RAVEN (Debts No More)
(Edgar Allen Poe, The Raven)
WilliamBanzai7
Once upon a midnight dreary, while insolvent weak and weary,
O'r a balance sheet covered in a cloud of debts galore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'
Ah, distinctly I remember it was bleak as Lehman's September,
And each despicable creditor wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I sought more to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the abundant days of yore -
And the rare and hidden debts of toxic bailout whores -
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each indentured debt just
Thrilled me - thrilled me with fantastic plastic Sino-crap never bought before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
'Tis some banksta entreating entrance at my chamber door -
My late payments entreating his entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your debt forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no debt bloated mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Debts No More!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Debts No More!'
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, my bankrupt soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind of regretted debts and nothing more!'
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly solvent days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Subprime Croesus just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the counterclaim it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no Wall Street schemer.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering in my open chamber -
Tell me what unlordly crime now comes from those Wall Street whores!'
Quoth the raven, `Debts No More!'
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no insolvent human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Debts No More.'
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
Those simple words, as if his soul in that one phrase he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have drowned in debt before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then again the bird said, `Debts No More.'
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom financial disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Debts No More."'
But the raven still beguiling all my bankrupt soul to smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Debts No More.'
Thus I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bankrupt core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
He shall press, ah, Debts No More!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by the House of Greenspans's sacred liens whose foot-falls tinkled on the subprime floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy proposition of Debts No More!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this silliness of Debts No More!'
Quoth the raven, `Debts No More.'
`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this debt spoiled land all fraudclosure haunted -
On this subprime home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there a cancer in the Bernanks brain? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Debts No More.'
`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this lost soul with unpaid debts laden if, within the distant Eden,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Debts No More -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Debts No More?'
Quoth the raven, `Debts No More.'
`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the usurious shore!
Leave fraudclosure doom as a token of the words thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my credit score unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my wallet, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Debts No More.'
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Subprime Croesus just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is screaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my net worth from out that debtless shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted, nevermore!
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the french press picked up two WB7 gems on Alexander/NSA parody as published by Huff Post.
Hope you become an International institute of political parody!
H Halloween.
Wow man, that is awesome! I can tell you worked very hard on that and it's F'ing brilliant!
I've read it 3 times and I get better at reading it each time picking up the cadence and the flow of each line. Very cool!
Don't know how long it took you to feather in those words but this was fantastic!
I think E.A.P. would have enjoyed it.
Thank you and Happy Halloween William!
A word from the Bard seems in order:
What's in a name?
That which we call debt
By any other name would smell as rank;
So Amerikkka would, were he not Amerikkka call'd,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Amerikka, doff thy central bank,
And that onerous debt which is no part of thee...
So when I needed a proctological exam to secure a mortgage of almost 200k many years ago while in a straight commission job once I was approved a bank simply typed some numerals on a check and paid the seller??? That money was printed into existence by the bank right? They didn't really work for those thousands? It is all smoke and mirrors. They can loan 20 to 1 on their asset balance sheet? F me, talk about a criminal enterprise. Smoke and mirrors I say. There is a potential banker poem in that but I am still on my first cup of coffee. I never did like bankers or tellers or their attitudes. Credit union only for needed money movement and only monthly expenses and not a dollar more. What a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive.
Quite cute,
on the Night's Plutonian shore!
Motivated me to reread the original:
http://www.heise.de/ix/raven/Literature/Lore/TheRaven.html
The banksters are collectively a group of trillionaire mass murderers, from whom the consequences of their actions are too astronomically awesome to be able to imagine. None of the rest of the monsters in popular art forms are actually in their league, which is a league of its own, light years away from anything which art imagines in ways which could be popularly appreciated.
There is a slow and mournful version of Cortez the killer he did for the Bridge School.
The conquistadors were not driven to plunder and murder the Americas by a fanatical need to please their god. They formed corporations, equipped and sent by god's bankers. They came as theives. Their primary motive that cultivated the most ruthless to the top was the need to pay their creditors & shareholders.
Only the names have changed. ...1812, 1913, 2014...
Lest we forget...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TfDVLsBXYcM
Nice work Bill. I especially liked your rendition of Poe. I believe that one is an instant classic.
Of all your images, this one scares me the most....half as scary as a full picture of Pelosi.
My dad sent me a funny email a year or two back that read, "WARNING! If you receive an email with an attachment claiming to contain a nude pic of Nancy Pelosi, do NOT open the attachment, it actually contains a nude pic of Nancy Pelosi."
Gave me a shiver...
DaddyO
The bats have left the bell tower
The victims have been bled....
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zq7xyjU-jsU
My God !
It's a FrankenBelaPelosi-pire !!!!! YAAHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhh !!!!!!!!!
It's hard to make Pela LaGrossee look good, but you managed it.
You're creepin' me out man!
And is that Rand Paul dressed as the Grim Reaper holding the Scythe of Audit?
It was nice having to look up words during my reading. Nice poetic bed time rant WB7!
Never fails to impress me since I saw this last year. Bravo again. Poe is a favorite and you do him justice indeed. And it's just as scary and macabre.....perhaps more.
I fine tune it everytime I repost ;-)
I'll tell you something else, doing this kind of rewrite is much much much more fun than doing a crossword puzzle.
Being a newbie, it was ok by me.
A good long parable of a poem, Sir Banazai. Bravo.
You're a genius WB7.
I'm guessing you didn't write this yourself?
I won't feel too bad for stealing it.
That is very funny! The assholes indeed.
Sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bight.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rPxmS3HuEms
One weird poster, WB.
But I do like the chilling little statue. That child needs protection big time with omens like that near his head.
Every image has an unseen purpose. This one has been hanging around on my hard drive for a long time and then it dawned on me... ;-)
If it were only the USA, but sadly like Jim Rogers always say's "Every country on earth is printing money"
The USA just takes it to higher fucking levels, in Laos and Myanmar its just like Vietnam now, with 5-10% inflation every few months, food going up, the Chinese are buying everything. Real wages remain the same during the past 5 years, but prices have gone up 5X.
I know when I return to the USA, I see prices at the store double everytime i return,...
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A good topic is "WHO IS NOT DOING THIS SHIT?"
Yes, the USA is terminal, the DEBT will never be paid, and USA has failed to repay its debt many times before, ... so it will be easy for the 'reset' ( jubilee ) the christians will eat this shit up,...
But where on earth is there a country that their currency is not ran by morons, and that health-care is reasonable and fair, and government not ran by kleptocratic lawyers?
Personally I think goldman-sacks has co-opted every nation on earth except iran,north-korea,... Malaysia ( still on IRS black list so must be doing something right )
The big difference for the criminals of the US and the American people will be the great tsunami of past-printed dollars returning when the dollar/reserve currency collapses.
If the criminals of the US gov and FedRes stopped what they are doing today, the dollar would STILL collapse into a supernova-inflation. I.e. the criminals of the US gov and their FedRes masters are no longer in control of their and our destinies.
One day soon a black swan is going to land and take shit on this hyper-leveraged mountain of shit and well...
Is it time for the guillotines yet?!
US-GOV & FED are sock puppets ( warm bodies looking for a cushy pension )
We know the enemy, BIS, IMF, GoldmanSacks, AIPAC
Lawyers in general
I'm a Christian and I can tell ya' I'm not 'eatin' this shit up.' Right is right; debt is wrong. Crippling debt put on the people by the central banks is a curse. We are cursed by this plague. As a Christian, I believe I can say, "We don't want it; don't like it; and rebuke the powers that are doing it."
Pointed True Tales for the Eve of All Saints Night
The Lion King
Scarlet and the Beast - The Identity of Scarlet 1/3
Scarlet and the Beast - The Identity of Scarlet 2/3
Scarlet and the Beast - Got Scarlet, Identify The Beast
Scarlet and the Beast - Identify The Beast 2/3
Scarlet and the Beast - Identify The Beast 3/3
Keep on, straight ahead. Got to tell the children the truth. They don't need a whole lot of lies. One of these days they'll be running things.
http://www.legalconsumer.com/obamacare/welcome.php
ACA may be the cull. Mass immigration of Americans to low income districts so to be able to afford to pay for ACA (the bad side of town). Agenda 21 Assessment and Recommendations, Inventory and Management is going to be what gets Americans off America and into containers, headed for the grave or the largest container ship ever built Sock Town in China. Trading Places.
This country has been used as the collateral to enrich the top .001%, who used the military force and tax funds for their own gain and called in globalization.
Buffalo Springfield - for your listening enjoyment
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DIoKr9VDg3A - There is something happening here. What it is is not exactly clear.
For What It's Worth - There are battlelines being drawn. what a field day.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q1lzfz_TjWI Led Zep - Immigrant Song - Our only goal is the Western Shores
AIPAC: HOST NEUTRALIZED
'hotel california', ... you can come in, but never leave, ...
believe me,... get the fuck out before you enter the fucking matrix
Hotel California Google Barge. Spooky NSA symbiotic relationship.
Cortez The Killer
Bravo. It's just amazing that you continue to outdo yourself. Dark Poe is so creepy appropriate for these times.
Brilliant!
Simply Brilliant!
Ben, don't fear the Reaper, baby! The market's gotta have more cowbell!!!
the Grim Fiat Reaper eventually comes for us all, Benny.
Bill - Some Robert Frost back at ya...
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Yes indeedy...
and you can hear Frost reading the road not taken here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ie2Mspukx14
Yea though I walk through the Valley Of The Shadow Of Death, I shall fear no evil because I carry a 44 mag.
and I can hit a 1 foot square at 25 yards (75 feet) 6 out of 6 shots. Senior citizen Zorba, Amen.
@ Zorba the Greek:
Yea though I walk through the Valley Of The Shadow Of Death, I shall fear no evil, for I am the evil motherfucker in the Valley...
Cheers!
Zorba: You need to improve your shooting at 25 yards. I can throw a can of soup at a target that far away and hit a bullseye!