I remained associated with the Technische Universitat Munchen, where I became Professor in 1976.
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A Youth of Janice Bronwyn Linden era and of 1976
The difference between a youth of Janice Bronwyn Linden era
And the youth of 1976
1976 Their daily bread was not yet sovereignty
And singing not yet uhuru
They heard a smell of injustice in old uniform
Rebellious against it everywhere and anywere!
They fought injustice with their lives
they fought every inhuman out of human
A youth of Janice Bronwyn Linden era
They sing not yet developed
And they have a freedom in their lifetime.
The streets are as they where in 1976
And the dust is still unsettled.
I sense a feeling of corruption, maqhabane!
Unruly against all those championing liberation
And defy them against all odds!
The class of 1976 died for justice
And youth Janice Bronwyn Linden dies for injustice.
A justice in injustice uniform.
poem by Jacques Sprenkie Mateya
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Revolt 25 June 2009
Bursts of noise
officials in full school uniform enter
excitement as we
hug and laugh
I’m wearing Tiaan’s track suit
his school cap – his blazer
he wears himself
I’m bursting with delight
so many people
commemorating 1976 when
South Africans refused
to go to school
I can’t wait to run through
the building from floor one
to ten to check on everyone
see what the others
have done
Sylvia looks fantastic in
her school gear, Karen will soon
be here and the day will really
begin – no work is the general cry –
that is what they did in 1976
we have to stick to the spirit
of their revolt that dismantled
apartheid and
bought freedom for all!
25 June 2009 - Department Arts and Culture
commemorates the 1976 school protests
against apartheid in South Africa.
poem by Margaret Alice
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They are still my kin
I didn’t go to him for any favour;
He remained my friend.
I didn’t do with him any business;
He remained my cousin.
I didn’t have with him any common roof;
He remained my brother.
I didn’t keep to her my eyes wide open;
She remained my wife.
I didn’t get from them any allowance;
They remained my children.
It is as good as they are none to me;
With the God’s grace I could keep them as mine.
19.09.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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We think of the noble object for which the professor appears tonight, we may be assured that the Lord will forgive any one who will laugh at the professor.
quote by Stephen Leacock
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Being appointed Elder Professor meant very much taking over the shop, in that the professor in those days controlled all the moneys.
quote by John Henry Carver
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Professor Nutbutters House Of Treats
Cmon kiddies gather round. whos your foremost friend in town?
From main to maple the name resounds, professor nutbutter.
Hes the one, the humble one, the barkley county prodigal son.
Here to serve only you, professor nutbutter.
At old nutbutters house of treats from jellied jams to sacks of
Sweets,
Theres creamy and nutatious spreads for all.
Chemist, master of entomology the professor for a modest fee
Will cure what ails you, guaranteed professor nutbutter.
Its alright, dont fear the worm.
Cmon kiddies dont be shy be youthful til the day you die.
The man the myth, the magic of professor nutbutter.
Hes the one the only one the meeklybville prodigal son.
Here to help us with ourselves, professor nutbutter
Its alright to fear the worm.
[its all right to fear the worm. the worm, the worm is our friend.
Um, but not all of the properties of the worm can be, uh, fully,
Fully, well, appreciated by the, uh, the human body itself, but, um
Its, its, its, its ok to, to fear the worm. um, i, myself, have
Had no, uh, problems with the worm but in a certain situation, uh, i
Would feel like, what, what, uh, ramifications, um, could occur? uh,
Theres, theres really no need to, uh, to fear much of anything, you
Know. fear of the, fear of the temptation is a, more, probably, more,
More, appropriate word in this particular scenario. um, the, uh,
Well, it, depends on what you want, I suppose. it really depends on,
On what you want.]
song performed by by Primus
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Another Skin Colour
The professor has got another skin colour on his face,
But we need to help him to soklve this problem in the name of peace and love,
And like lovely actors playing it safe in the land of peace and joy!
The professor has got another skin of his face!
So, the Doctor need to take care of it to satisfy his muse of love around;
However, Father yahweh will surely lead the way always,
For, His Mercy and Sincere Love endures forever! !
And, He is all that i do hope in to treat this professor.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Man in hysterics
Poor Mom bought for him,
he has sold all to a second hand book-shop.
Algebra, Physics, Chemistry, Biology, Zoology,
McMilan's World Atlas and et cetera.,
He hurried to a Pub for a tranquilizer.
On his way he memorized the gypsy palm reader
who was at the book-maker's stall.
One day read his palm and told
'definitely you will be a professor in a college'.
After a few gulps, while he was returning home
passing the university,
all of a sudden shouted in the public
'where is the professor?
Oh! my poor mom's professor'.
to my friend Max Reif.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Librarian
A licentious university English professor
Who goes to a library not to read exactly?
This nutty professor instead of reading
Who stays in a fantasy with the beautiful lass?
He spent his entire lonely life as a bachelor.
She got married to one of his students.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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I was born February 20, 1937 in Munchen as the first child of Sebastian and Helene Huber.
quote by Robert Huber
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Double Standard I
Double Standard I
As an alternative to poor matrimony
man can in leaisure live, prefer polygamy,
still pleasure sweet may give through reciprocity, -
He deserves to win...
Should e’er in secrecy some white your wife commend
Forswear intimacy! Shun, fright, Sir, strife to send,
for her disloyalty indicts her, life condemned, -
She swerves to sin!
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Double Standard II
The adage: ‘two is company’
applies to you but not to me.
Law? What I bade, not what I do, -
for that, my maid, applies to you !
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Professor XYZ!
The night was so long!
And the Professor was at work;
With the red soil,
With the vine,
And, with the muse of the wine.
Professor XYZ!
University fees,
To disclose it;
Past, present, future! !
Bush, brush, push;
And with the muse of the wine.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Sestina Otiosa
Our great work, the Otia Merseiana,
Edited by learned Mister Sampson,
And supported by Professor Woodward,
Is financed by numerous Bogus Meetings
Hastily convened by Kuno Meyer
To impose upon the Man of Business.
All in vain! The accomplished Man of Business
Disapproves of Otia Merseiana,
Turns his back on Doctor Kuno Meyer;
Cannot be enticed by Mister Sampson,
To be present at the Bogus Meetings,
Though attended by Professor Woodward.
Little cares the staid Professor Woodward:
He, being something of a man of business,
Knows that not a hundred Bogus Meetings
To discuss the Otia Merseiana
Can involve himself and Mister Sampson
In the debts of Doctor Kuno Meyer.
So the poor deluded Kuno Meyer,
Unenlightened by Professor Woodward --
Whom, upon the word of Mister Sampson,
He believes to be a man of business
Fit to run the Otia Merseiana --
Keeps on calling endless Bogus Meetings.
Every week has now its Bogus Meetings,
Punctually convened by Kuno Meyer
In the name of Otia Merseiana:
Every other week Professor Woodward
Takes his place, and, as a man of business,
Audits the accounts with Mister Sampson.
He and impecunious Mister Sampson
Are the mainstay of the Bogus Meetings;
But the alienated Man of Business
Cannot be allured by Kuno Meyer
To attend and meet Professor Woodward,
Glory of the Otia Merseiana.
Kuno Meyer! Great Professor Woodward!
Bogus Meetings damn, for men of business,
Mister Sampson's Otia Merseiana.
poem by Sir Walter Raleigh
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Professor ABC!
Free hands!
Free style!
Little, big!
The night was very short;
But, the meat must be well salted.
Professor ABC!
Without the sun there is no wine;
Sweet candy!
Manifesto,
The soil is needed for a better wine.
Tendency,
Tertiary,
Professor ABC!
To touch it,
To feel it,
To top it;
But, the sun needs the water.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I have also been attacked by my opponents as someone seeking to purge university faculties of leftist professors. This is false. The first provision of the Academic Bill of Rights is that no professor should be hired or fired because of his or her political views. I have never myself called for the firing of any professor for his or her political views, nor would I.
quote by David Horowitz
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Double Standard II
DOUBLE STANDARD II
The adage: ‘two is company’
applies to you but not to me.
Law? What I bade, not what I do, -
for that, my maid, applies to you!
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DOUBLE STANDARD I
As an alternative to poor matrimony
man can in leaisure live, prefer polygamy,
still pleasure sweet may give through reciprocity, -
He deserves to win...
Should e’er in secrecy some white your wife commend
Forswear intimacy! Shun, fright, Sir, strife to send,
for her disloyalty indicts her, life condemned, -
She swerves to sin!
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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1976
Hey ...
Ohhhh ...
Oh, happy birthday america.
Lord knows you aint no sweet sixteen.
But, we love you cause youre beautiful america.
We still beleive in the american dream.
We better all keep remembering this land now.
This land full of people been gettin their kicks lord, lord.
I think we all better pick up the sticks.
In 1976.
God put man on this planet.
But man forgot that he was heaven sent.
Man takes the planet for granted.
I thought american people would a had more sense.
We better keep all remembering this land now.
This land full of people bent on gettin their kicks lord, lord.
I think we all better pick up the sticks.
In 1976.
Hey ...
We better keep all remembering this land now.
This land full of people bent on gettin their kicks lord, lord.
I think we all better pick up the sticks.
In 1976.
song performed by by Grand Funk Railroad
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Exit point
Searching the exit point
I remained there as before
Seeing the house-full every-time
I remained cool seeing the dog
Inside the house and doing mischief
I could not find one and locate where
They have gone and for what purpose
With the coconut I had with me
Seeing them all in this sky I
Remained again aloof with
The alphabet of life that was not mine
Searching the exit point
I called O Mayabi where are you
And you are there inside holding me
As before and here under I remained cool.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Going To Hear
We are
Going to hear
Only yes or no
No means yes
Yes means no
You know
I know
And also
No meaning of
Knowing
What is what
Why and how.
You appeared
And disappeared
We remained silent
Everything changed
We remained silent
Nothing like
Real
Nothing like
Unreal
We remained silent
We could not get
Any answer
Why and how.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The Purist
I give you now Professor Twist,
A conscientious scientist,
Trustees exclaimed, "He never bungles!"
And sent him off to distant jungles.
Camped on a tropic riverside,
One day he missed his loving bride.
She had, the guide informed him later,
Been eaten by an alligator.
Professor Twist could not but smile.
"You mean," he said, "a crocodile."
poem by Ogden Nash
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