Nerves, up to Date - after Olga Katzin Miller
Nerves, up to Date
I think I’ll call At Home, Excite,
I think my cell phone’s down,
imagine being on a flight
that struck Manhattan town.
From CNN to Internet
both buildings, markets, crash
scare fare flies fast, none know as yet,
our confidence was rash.
Rumour rampant rises high
relief seems rather slow
comparisons are sad and wry
as DJ sinks too low,
It’s just like Black September –
absurd how Time loops still –
since ever we remember
time cycles round at will!
I can’t stroll round, cement and glass
at skittles play with men,
I can’t just stay inside and pass
for an energumen.
It looks like twin tornadoes struck
ground zero to the dust,
within five years or so with luck
we’ll build it back, we must!
A Boeing here, a Boeing there, –
that this should come to be! –
FBI where? Fib everywhere,
- what difference to me!
I think I’ll roll a joint or two,
or pour another drink,
I really don’t know what to do, –
should I consult my shrink?
Since cell phones point to point fell through,
its like a traffic jam,
its pointless trying, none get through
since terrorists did slam
into our symbol buildings tall
which failed to stand the test,
imploding – concrete, glass and all –
curse those who Islam blessed!
They say three planes diverted,
another on the blink,
it seems as if we’ve skirted
round Armageddon’s brink.
They say one plane the President
was meant to turn to flame,
they say the terrorists were sent
to burn in Allah’s name!
I see the army’s lost its cool,
and self-control is gone,
the nation’s nerves from shop to school
crashed with the Pentagon.
Tomorrow who will get the blame,
and will it be deserved? –
the world will not remain the same,
though still by liars served...
11 September 2001
Parody Olga KATZIN Miller 1896_1987 Nerves
Nerves Up to Date_20010911_I think I'll call At Home, Excite ROBIN Jonathan 1947_20xx robi3_0951_robi3_0000 PXX_JOX
ROBIN Jonathan 1947_20xx robi3_0951_katz1_0004 PXX_JOX Nerves Up to Date_I think I'll call At Home, Excite
Nerves
I think I’ll get a paper,
I think I’d better wait.
I’ll hear the news at six o’clock,
That’s much more up to date.
It’s just like last September,
Absurd how time stands still;
They’re bound to make a statement.
I don’t suppose they will.
I think I’d better stroll around
Perhaps it’s best to stay.
I think I’ll have a whisky neat,
I can’t this time of day.
I think I’ll have another smoke.
I don’t know what to do.
I promised to ring someone up,
I can’t remember who.
They say it’s been averted,
They say we’re on the brink.
I’ll wait for the ‘New Statesman’,
I wonder what they think.
They’re shouting. It’s a Special.
It’s not. It’s just street cries.
I think the heat is frightful,
God damn these bloody flies!
I see the nation’s keeping cool,
The public calm is fine.
This crisis can’t shake England’s nerves: -
It’s playing hell with mine!
Olga KATZIN-MILLER 1896_1987 katz1_0004_katz1_0000 PXX_JXX
Sagitarrius Rhyming 1940 - Written 2 September 1939
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Panic
I think I'll get a paper,
I think I’ll watch the news.
I need to know what’s going on,
I’m running out of booze.
It’s just like that October
The year before the last.
I think I’ll play some Haydn
Until the storm has passed.
I’ll ask my local bookie,
He’s sure to know what’s what.
I’ll ring the Bank of England,
I think I’d better not.
I think I’ll read a thriller
Or a Mills and Boon romance.
I think I’ll look at Question Time,
I think I’ll fill my pants.
They say it won’t affect us,
They say perhaps it will.
They say the market’s healthy.
I wish I weren’t so ill.
They’re goint to raise my mortgage,
They’re calling in the loans.
I wonder what the F.T. thinks,
And who the hell’s Dow Jones?
I can’t imagine what effect
These experts that you see
Will have upon our enemies,
But God, they frighten me.
Roger WODDIS 1917_1993
Parody Olga KATZIN Miller 1896_1987 – Nerves
WODDIS Roger 1917_1993 wodd1_0006_katz1_0004 PXX_JXX Panic_I think I'll get a paper
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To stop and pray?
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Oh the nerves, the nerves; the mysteries of this machine called man! Oh the little that unhinges it, poor creatures that we are!
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That Anxious Feeling inside You
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You have a good life but it’s still there,
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You Don't Have to Read This Part
i never liked
honestly enough
those fidgety leaves
those nerves
that fall short of the
translation of
the word
in my native language
yours too
but
which you must have
betrayed
for something lesser
than yourself
do not tell me more
go away
i know what nerves
are too
last night
i could not sleep
thinking that
for all those years
i wasted
myself on you
blackbird...
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Every Single Sound I Listen To; Patience.
Asphyxiated with filthy airs and warmth.
Not knowing and unable to recognize freshness no longer.
Every single day and night..
Smothered by pungent consisting filth and warmth.
Every single day and night.
Engulfed by the filthy filth surrounding my space between anxiety and worries.
Every single day and night.
Adding up to hopeless believing.
Beliefs in oneself to stay strong to survive.
Every single day and night.
Irony, irony, irony.
Nothing comes nothing goes.
Everything comes, nothing left.
Every single day and night, it attacks.
With such might i didnt possess which i wish i did.
Trying to calm my tears rather than my nerves.
Calming my tears and holding back my nerves.
Holding back my tears and calming my nerves.
Calming those tears and holding back my nerves.
Holding back my tears and calming my nerves down.
Deprived.distort.discontinoushit.
Eve ry single day and night.
Patience rooted deep in my head.
Rooted deep in my brain; patience.
Patience in this brain for this filth i breathe.
Patience in this brain excites this filth and triggers the angst.
Every single day and night.
Wisdom to enrich intelligence.
Wisdom to empower failure of being cheated.
Cheated over the matter of time.
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Every single day and night.
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Closely souls in my heart and in my eyes.
Converse vivaciously.
Souls that lingers almost 20 hours of my time.
Every single day and night.
Every single day and night.
Every single day of nights' day.
Patience.
Pays off.
Every single time.
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My Hero Bares His Nerves
My hero bares his nerves along my wrist
That rules from wrist to shoulder,
Unpacks the head that, like a sleepy ghost,
Leans on my mortal ruler,
The proud spine spurning turn and twist.
And these poor nerves so wired to the skull
Ache on the lovelorn paper
I hug to love with my unruly scrawl
That utters all love hunger
And tells the page the empty ill.
My hero bares my side and sees his heart
Tread; like a naked Venus,
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Stripping my loin of promise,
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And the hunger's emperor;
He pulls that chain, the cistern moves.
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Snow Makes Everything Silent...
Snow weeps into the silence
The snow makes everything still
The traffic is muted, passing on air
Children play on, unaging
In the white moments of snowfall
Wild creatures perch on their nerves
Ploughmen and mailmen, pause unaccustomed
To know the effect and the call.
Simple, imploding in song
Unknowing of its disturbance
Transformation will come... but here in its time
Snow makes all that is lonely, belong
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Nerves
Nerves are most extraordinary,
Full of useful information,
At a moment's notice merry
With abounding cacchination,
Then with subtle transformation,
Dreary as a cemetery
Just prepared for occupation.—
Nerves are most extraordinary.
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Our Home Is Faraway From There
on the last day
our nerves went berserk
at the 29th floor
we viewed the
river again
and since it is so cold
we closed the
glass window
and now we
remember what you
have long said
about what home
really is....
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