Better dry bread in peacetime than meat in wartime.
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Better to be a dog in peacetime that a man in wartime.
Getting emotional about things is a peacetime luxury. In wartime, it's much too painful.
quote by Edmund H. North
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One Meat Ball
(l. singer-h.zaret)
The little man walked up and down
To find an eating place in town
He read the menu through and through
To see what fifteen cents could do
One meat ball, one meat ball
Well, he could afford but one meat ball
He told the waiter near at hand
A simple dinner he had planned
The guests were startled one and all to hear
That waiter loudly call
One meat ball, one meat ball
Well, this here gent wants one meat ball
Little man felt very bad
One meat ball was all he had
And in his dreams he hears that call
Ya gets no bread with one meat ball
One meat ball, one meat ball
Well, you get no bread with one meat ball
Well, he could afford but one meat ball
One meat ball, one meat ball
All he could afford was one meat ball
One meat ball
song performed by by Ry Cooder
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The man who gets drunk in peacetime is a coward. The man who gets drunk in wartime goes on being a coward.
quote by Jose Bergamin
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For Molly, Concerning God
Is God the one who eats the meat
off the bones of dead people?
-Molly Miranda Jong-Fast, age 3 1/2
God is the one,
Molly,
whether we call him
Him,
or Her,
treeform or spewing
volcano,
Vesuvius or vulva,
penis-rock,
or reindeer-on-cave-wall,
God is the one
who eats
our meat,
Molly,
& we yield
our meat
up willingly.
Meat is our
element,
meat is our
lesson.
When our bodies fill
with each other,
when our blood swells
in our organs
aching for another,
body of meat,
heart of meat,
soul of meat,
we are only doing
what God wants
us to—
meat joining meat
to become insubstantial air,
meat fusing
with meat
to make
a small wonder
like you.
The wonder of you
is that you push
our questions
along into
the future—
so that I know
again
the wonder of meat
through you,
the wonder of meat
turning to philosophy,
the wonder of meat
transubstantiated
into poetry,
the wonder of
sky-blue meat
in your roundest eyes,
the wonder of
dawn-colored meat
in your cheeks & palms,
the wonder of meat
becoming
air.
You
are my theorem,
my proof,
my meaty metaphysics,
my little questioner,
my small Socrates
of the nursery-schoolyard.
To think that
such wonder
can come from meat!
Well then,
if God is hungry—
let Him eat,
let Her eat.
poem by Erica Jong
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Smalltime Shot Away
3d :
Tucked it in
Dropped a lie
Turn me off
(I travel I travel)
We never leave each other cause we leave each other so cold
It makes a madder way
The easy part is taking yourself in
Its wartime every time
A shot away
Wipe the smile from your face
Its getting in the way
Its wartime every time
She caught me on a lie and she turned me off
She made it cold
You couldnt do it if you wanted to
(believe me believe me)
Its wartime every time
Small talk every time
Its my favourite chloroform
Its pillow talk every time
Get it out the way
Friction war
Shot away
Ricochet
Were like identical twins
Sucking on the same teat
Spitting out the same things
(I travel far, I travel far)
Its wartime every time
Small talk every time
Its my favourite chloroform
Its pillow talk every time
Getting out the way
Friction war
Ricochet
Lineem up and knockem down
A shot away
A shot away
A shot away
A shot away
song performed by by Massive Attack
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Peacetime
We're living in peacetime—
floating and adrift in
an endless space
of instant materialization,
lɐǝɹǝɥʇǝ waves coasting on
the crystal rim
of our infrastructure,
impelled, jettisoned
through the jet steam
ɯɐsʇǝɾ of
a jocular lifestyle.
We're living in peacetime.
We refuse
to be roused
from out medicated slumber
slɐɔıɯǝɥɔ lɐɥʇǝl ɟo lıɐʇʞɔoɔ ɐ
suıǝʌ ɹno ɥƃnoɹɥʇ ƃuısɹnoɔ —
t̡͕͔̦̝̏̾̓̆r̞ͥ̂ͮ͂͝ë̯̱ͯͯ̽ͧ̓ḁ͇̱͓̣͚̭ͬc̥͍ͤ̓͐l̫ͯ̔ḛ ̿̕ ̣̤b͖ͭ͗̇̎̑̍l̂̓͏o̦̣̬͚̻͈̔o̸͖̩͉̖͔̲͎̐ͬ̀̐̇̎d͔̥̝̖̹̲̻̿̃̂f ̖̗̳̓ͮ̊̈͌͘lͪͬͥỏ̺̩͖̩̼̱̽̉̀w̱͉͕̙̲͂͊̂͊
pǝʇɐɔɔısǝp'pǝʇɐssıdsuı
perennially cubed
contamination
a mordant climate forming:
fever-pitch ʇ͖͙͠s̸͍̗̲͎̙̳ı̶͙̫̪ǝ̙̫̞͖̲ƃ̱̝͓͖̰̦̩͝ ʇ̢ı͝ǝ͈̺ẓ̗̺̀ ̜̥͉̮̀z̰̯ɯ̘̬̫͖͎̳̟ɹ͕̠̖ǝ̱͉̼͈͇ͅͅɥɔ͚̼͖sʇ̢̗̱̩̜̗͍ḻǝ͍̱ͅʍ̸
sickness ƃuıllǝʍs ƃ̪̭̰͈̥̹̕u̖͕̰̼͓͓̳ı͏ll͖͇͘ǝ͓̝ʍ̪͢s̨̰̻ ƃ̸̻̤̬̯̖̺̦̬̭̝̩̲̖̟̰̞̲́͢͠ù̴̶̷̥̯̣͓̫͚̻̻̳̣͈̟̫͍̜͎͚͓̥ı̴͔̝ ̳͍̟͜ĺ̨̤͇̲̳͚̝̖̘͔̥̖̹̩̫̺̳̞́͘l̡͢͝҉͈̭͈̦̞̥̫̳̙͇̝͚͔̪̣̫͓͙͎ ͢ǝ̀҉̡͕̱̙̗̙̟͕̩̻̪̰̤͇͜ʍ̡͉͇͓̯̞̹̯̩̮͔̦͓͜ͅś͚͎̯̤̘͢͞͞
i n our heads;
a jumbled abjuration,
abeyance— ǝɔuɐés 'ou —
for existence.
Sleep now,
we're living in peacetime.
We're deaf to
nature's gnarled cachinnate,
eschewed its guttural
ɔıɟǝlɐɯ
ǝuıuɹnʇɐs snarl, replaced
our Adonai—
o̙̰̫̼̍̇̋̑͗u̖̗̙͎͚̮̝͛ͧ̃r̝̟̱͓̪̝̥̝̲̬̃̐̑ͫ ̄̏̄ͬ̊̌̈ ̭͚͍͍̭̣̬͇̰͕͖̈͛͂̔̋ͩͯͧ̔ṭ̭̥̇͊͊̒͐̍̾̔͑ͣ̓͐ͥ̋͑͂͒r͇͉̠͇͔͆ͥͥ ͑ͪͨu̙̲̯͓̺̻͔̤͚̯̰͊ͥ̊̂̓̓ͥt͇̩̭̘͕͈͖̞̦̙̮̮̘̖̩̘̮̻̽̂͐ͤ̉͆͌̓ ͮ̐̿̊̀͛ͪ̿̍̄h̺͚͇̤̣̬̳̫̰͉͚̫ͤ̈́̑͐s͕͖͉͖͔͕̟̺͇͍͚̠ͣ̅́͊ͬ͛̏̽ ̒̆͗̑ͩ ̗͕͉̞̥̰͙͙̈́͛͆̌͑͐̑͑̔t̯̳̙̘̦̭͈̣͖̹͙̪ͭͫ̑͆͆̐̎ͣ́͑̎ͅr̠͍͕̦͍ ̰̰ͣ͌̂̑͆o̮͖̜̱͖̫̙̟̺ͫ͋͐̊̍̋ͮm͍̩̺̪̦̣̘͚̜͓̞̬̒̋́̓ͮ̌̀͂͌̉͑ͬ p̬̱̠͔̬͉͎̙̼͕̖̥̝ͤ̔͆̏͐ͪ̑ͬ̑̅̑̓̏ͨ̅̓ȇ͖̹̖̺̖̻̮̲̳̯͊ͣ̓̑̐ͧ ̳͍̤̬̯̞͕͂̽̀͌̅̈́ͦͭͤͯͬ̉l̩͍̰͖̠͉̅̽̅ͧ͒͗ͦͦ̏̆̋̓ͅē̝̣͈̩̣̱̟̙ ͎̰̖͕ͣ̆ͭ͗̆̇̋ͩͩ̑̾ͤͣ̔͒̒ͮ͆ͅ-͇̣̪̻̠̦̬̥̣̲̹͔̊ͤ̒́ͩ̒͐ͤõ̪̻̳̤ ͔̰̟̼̻̋̓̂͗̀͗͑e̥͈͖̤͔̙̠̘̟͇̩̬̘̒̾̋͋ͭ̓͗͛͊͌ͧͅì̬̮̘ͯͬͤ̎̾ͣ̊ ͨ͗̑̈̆ͪ̀̿̚ͅl̟̤̝̙̼͖͔̊͛̿̎̈́̈́ͪ̎ͧ͆̏̑̃̉͗̇ͩ͂̒ —
for anodyne automatons
that supplant sylvan landscapes—
spnolɔ ǝʇǝɹɔuoɔ ɟo ǝuılʎʞs.
We substitute community
for its datapoints
in an advertising algorithms.
We're living in peacetime.
We're living in peacetime,
accepting that loss is forever.
Lethean padded coffins for us, calling
ǝ̹̹͚̗̬̼̣̣̟̥͔̪̯͆ͧ̐̒͐ͭ̊̏͆ͥͪɔ̤̼͎̳̼̳͓͙̝̳͚̼ ͕ͭ͌̔̂̒́͐̈͒̀̆̓ͮ͂ͧ̆̚ͅͅu̹̤͈̟̣̻͔̥̩͔͇̇̐̐͗̉ͫ̓ͪ͑͌̓̚ͅǝ̩͉͈ ̬̮̼͕̿ͫͫͥ̾ͬ͌ͣ̇̆̌̍̄̚ḽ̻͚͇̙̠̬͍͌ͬ̓̒̍̔̐̚̚ͅo̙̣̤͈̺͓̼̥̼̖̮͍ ̰̫̻͑ͣ̔̿ͅı̩̭̘͆̂̂͛̈́͌ͮͅʌ̳̝̞̙̘͚̞̠̼̱̙͒ͤ̋ͥͯͦ̔͒̚ ̳͍̤̳͑̀ͩ͐̉ͅɹ̝͎̱̬͖̣̣̫̠͚̞̜̱̤̋͑̊͆̌ͬ̽ͬ͋̾o͍͚̥͉̤̟̰ͩ̓̐͒ͧ̊ ́̈̈͗ͦ͒̓̑ɟ̟̭̗̺͚̋̄̑ͩ̾͊̾ to contain us contain us—
tombs to betray, plunder, and sell.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Meat makes meat, bread makes a paunch, and wine makes you dance.
Neighbours
My neighbour has a field of wheat
And I a rood of vine;
And he will give me bread to eat,
And I will give him wine.
And so we are a jolly pair,
Contentedly unwed,
Singing with supper as we share
Red wine and crusty bread.
Now venison is mighty meat
And so is trout and hare;
A mallard duck is sweat to eat
And quail is dainty fare.
But such are foods for festal day,
And we will not repine
While on the table we can lay
Crisp bread and rosy wine.
A will to till one's own of soil
Is worth a kingly crown,
With bread to feed the belly need,
And wine to wash it down.
So with my neighbour I rejoice
That we are fit and free,
Content to praise with lusty voice
Bread, Wine and Liberty.
poem by Robert William Service
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Ch 02 The Morals Of Dervishes Story 37
A dervish arrived in a place, the owner of which was of a noble disposition, and had surrounded himself with a company of distinguished and eloquent men, each of whom uttered something elegant or jocular, according to the fashion of wits. The dervish who had travelled through the desert and was fatigued had eaten nothing. One of the company asked him by way of encouragement likewise to say something. The dervish replied: ‘I do not possess distinction and eloquence like you and have read nothing so you must be satisfied with one distich of mine.’ The company having agreed with pleasure he recited:
‘I am hungry and opposite to a table of food
Like a bachelor at the door of a bath of females.’
The company, having thus been apprised of his famished condition, produced a table with bread but as he began to eat greedily the host said: ‘Friend, at any rate stop a while till my servants roast some minced meat’; whereon the dervish lifted his head and recited:
‘Do not order pounded meat for my table.
To a pounded man simple bread is pounded meat.’
Luxor Of Luxuries
Thy wealth is of thy labours!
Thy luxury is of the works of thy labours!
Thou who has never taken from any cunningly!
Thy who has never gone a-plundering!
Thou who has never taken from any his earnings forcefully!
Thou whose bread and wine is just!
Thy luxury pleases me!
Let not my bread and wine be from plunderings!
Let not my meat be gotten thievery!
Thy kind of wealth is my desire!
Nay! On thy table, there be not the meat for animals!
In thy cup, there be not wine from the orchards of inferiors!
Thy wealth is wealth indeed!
For there be no stains of paupery thereof!
Luxor! Oh luxor! !
Give to me of thy wealth!
That i mayest hold up my head amongst men!
That i may say boldly!
I am of luxor the great sun that shines upon all of his wealth of light!
To thee oh luxor! My heart calls out!
I am well as well!
poem by Overlord Don Manuel Ihcakeyno
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Meat And Potato Man
meat and potato man
I like my steak well done, my taters fried
Football games on monday night
Its just who i am
A meat and potato man
I like my coffee black
Oltv shows
My women hot and my beer ice cold
Its just who i am
A meat and potato man
I dont like caviar, sushi bars,
The irs or phony stars
Im a haggard fan
A meat and potato man
I like my fishinholes, lightninbugs
Flatt nscruggs, and my womans love
Its just who i am
A meat and potato man
I like my wrangler jeans, cowboy boots
Cornbread and beans and country roots
Its just who i am
A meat and potato man
I dont like politics, hypocrites
Folks with poodles dressed like kids
Im a hounddog fan
A meat and potato manyeah, thats what i am,
A meat and potato man
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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Meat & Potato Man
Meat and potato man
I like my steak well done, my taters fried
Football games on monday night
Its just who I am
A meat and potato man
I like my coffee black
Oltv shows
My women hot and my beer ice cold
Its just who I am
A meat and potato man
I dont like caviar, sushi bars,
The irs or phony stars
Im a haggard fan
A meat and potato man
I like my fishinholes, lightninbugs
Flatt nscruggs, and my womans love
Its just who I am
A meat and potato man
I like my wrangler jeans, cowboy boots
Cornbread and beans and country roots
Its just who I am
A meat and potato man
I dont like politics, hypocrites
Folks with poodles dressed like kids
Im a hounddog fan
A meat and potato manyeah, thats what I am,
A meat and potato man
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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Dont You Forget About Meat
[parody of dont you (forget about me) by simple minds]
Hey! oooh! oh!
One rule you all should obey:
Eat from the four basic food groups everyday.
Have bread, and vegetables too,
Some dairy products, but whatever you do
Dont you forget about meat.
Dont, dont, dont, dont,
Dont you forget about meat.
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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It's a Tim sandwich. The meat is fresh, but the bread is moldy.
quote by Daniel Craig
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Dry bread at home is better than roast meat abroad.
Bread and cheese is gude to eat when folk can get nae ither meat.
Bread Hair
Im a wigged-out daddy with bread on top
I dig an easy-bake granny with a whiskey mop
If you love me, you neednt the whole wheat crop
cause they had a useless battle andll never stop
Bread hair, oh boy, oh boy
Bread hair, oh boy, oh boy
Bread hair, oh boy, oh boy
Youre drivin all my hope away
Im a pumpernickel-do for you, dough you do
Use a yarmulka of hallah bread if youre a jew
I belong to cayope*, I be the wheat for you
Yeast and flour, bake an hour, its annoying shampoo
Bread hair, oh boy, oh boy
Bread hair, oh boy, oh boy
Bread hair, oh boy, oh boy
Drivin all my hope away
Bread hair, oh boy, oh boy
Bread hair, oh boy, oh boy
Bread hair, oh boy, oh boy
Youre drivin all my hope away
Thats a gone rug, buddy
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Bone OUT
Dog
Did not
Lovengely
Eat at...
Meat...
Why...?
Meat bone less
Meat...
So...
Dog did not
Eat meet...
Dog wanted for
Bone...
With meat...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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The more you sweat in Peacetime, The less you bleed during War.