Fun in its Wanderings
Back to basics counting in French, listening
to recordings of voices counting me to death,
dug up a 5th edition of Basic Conversational
French, p 66, Cardinal numbers, looked at the
keys - 11 to 16 with ZE - onze douze treize
30 to 60 with TE - trente quarante cinquante
70 is sixty-ten = soixante-dix,80 is 4 times 20
= quatre-vingts,90 is 4 times 20 plus ten =
quatre-vingt-dix - just seeing this gives me the
shivers, reading aloud to get used to the sound
is awful, a freshman at university sitting with
my book repeating this endlessly to do Dictée
Today the object is teaching diplomatic staff
to get around in France but I'm not going any-
where, learning this only serves to pass the
time, I'm better off reading Mars and Venus
by John Gray explaining why men and women
can't get along, explaining the idea of martyrs
I'm a martyr to my cause of peace in the home,
now it seems I have sold my soul - with that
blasted soul gone I have nothing with which
to go on, no wonder I feel so down, being
only a shell of my former self - I hope
my soul has fun in its wanderings
I seem to have none, repeating the same
lessons without a chance of ever using
these skills…
4 October 2012
Basic Conversational French,5th edition,
Harris & Lévêque, p 66
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Les Fleurs des Mots: tableau numerique francais,0-93, presage
zero
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un deux trois quatre cinq six sept huit neuf
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9
dix
10
onze douze treize quatorze quinze seize 10-7 10-8 10-9
11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19
vingt
20
20-et-1 20-2 20-3 20-4 20-5 20-6 20-7 20-8 20-9
21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29
trente
30
30-et-1 30-2 30-3 30-4 30-5 30-6 30-7 30-8 30-9
31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39
quarante
40
40-et-1 40-2 40-3 40-4 40-5 40-6 40-7 40-8 40-9
41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49
cinquante
50
50-et-1 50-2 50-3 50-4 50-5 50-6 50-7 50-8 50-9
51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59
soixante
60
60-et-1 60-2 60-3 60-4 60-5 60-6 60-7 60-8 60-9
61 62 63 64 65 66 67 68 69
60-10
70
60 et 11 60-12 60-13 60-14 60-15 60-16 60-17 60-18 60-19
71 72 73 74 75 76 77 78 79
4-20s
80
4-20-1 4-20-2 4-20-3 4-20-4 4-20-5 4-20-6 4-20-7 4-20-8 4-20-9
81 82 83 84 85 86 87 88 89
4-20-10
90
4-20-11 4-20-12 4-20-13
91 92 93
poem by Douglas Scotney
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Two cows deconstruct Derrida
These two cows were ruminating
and one says, I was listening
to the milkmaid’s transistor
and this French philosopher
was explaining that there’s
no English translation of the French word
‘betise’ except ‘stupidity’ but
‘stupidity’ only refers to man
where the French ‘betise’ means
to behave like an animal…
and the other cow says
well what’s wrong with that
and the first cow says
well his point is, English cows
can’t be stupid; only man
can be stupid..
and the other cow says
well that’s a relief then
so does that mean that French cows
can be stupid
and the first cow says
no because they don’t have a word for it
in French
so the other cow says
so then is it better to be
an English cow
that can’t be stupid
or a French cow
that can’t be called stupid
and the first cow says
who cares, I’ve always said
the French ruminate too much
and then talk bullshit…
and the other cow says
I’m glad I’m a Jersey
what about that French milkmaid
I call sexyhands but
the farmer sometimes calls
a silly cow I wonder what
Derrida would say about that
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Air Fizzles
Oh joy, rejoice, oh sing my soul, tomorrow
a French class with Marali in charge, her
personality bright, she shines like a star
her enthusiasm for life infectious, she is
the essence of inspiration and conveys a
sense of wonder about the language she
teaches, the air fizzles while she is around
her excitement knows no bounds - firing
my imagination and leaving enough space
in which I can wonder and enjoy- I might
be slow in class, talking with difficulty
Drilling in basic grammar and analysing
language structure, I hope we shall follow
the rhythm of the language as it rises and
falls, the melody therein, every sentence
ending on a rising curve, indicative of the
questioning French soul, the deep mistrust
of benevolence infecting the typical French
mood setting the tone for their complaints
Oh joyous life, I am so glad that something
good is coming my way!
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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The Old Songs
Candles burning
Glasses are chilled and soon
Shell be by
Hope and pray
Shell say that shes willing to give us
Another try
And if all those plans Ive made
Dont melt the ladys heart
Ill put on the old 45s
And maybe the old songs
Will bring back the old times
Maybe the old lines will sound new
Maybe shell lay her head on my shoulder
Maybe old feelings will come through
Maybe well start to cry
And wonder why
We ever walked away
Maybe the old songs
Will bring back the old times
And make her want to stay
Its been too long since ive
Seen her face light up
When I come home
Its been too many
Hours Ive wasted staring
At the phone
Sweet old songs Im counting on you
To bring her back to me
Im tired of listening alone
Chorus
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Divine Epigrams: On the Baptized Ethiopian
Let it no longer be a forlorn hope
To wash an Ethiope;
He's wash'd, his gloomy skin a peaceful shade,
For his white soul is made;
And now, I doubt not, the Eternal Dove
A black-fac'd house will love.Credits and CopyrightTogether with the editors, the Department ofEnglish (University of Toronto), and the University of Toronto Press,the following individuals share copyright for the work that wentinto this edition:Screen Design (Electronic Edition): Sian Meikle (University ofToronto Library)Scanning: Sharine Leung (Centre for Computing in the Humanities)
poem by Richard Crashaw
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Sold My Soul
I prayed to God and jesus
But I guess they didnt hear
My sacrfice was useless
My pleas fell on deaf ears
So I cried in desperation
Bowed to evil sorcery
I looked to the lord in heaven
But he must have looked away
My crying eyes repentant
Please send her love to light my day
So I cried in desperation
Bowed to evil sorcery
I sold my soul
Sold my soul
I sold my soul to the devil
So I cried in desperation
Bowed to evil sorcery
I sold my soul
Sold my soul
I sold my soul to the devil
Sold my soul
Sold my soul
I sold my soul
Sold my soul
Sold my soul to the devil
To the devil
Sold my soul
Sold my soul
I sold my soul
I sold my soul
I sold my soul to the devil
song performed by by Nazareth
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My Funny Sunny Holiday!
At first, my trip to sunny France
Was simply for some wild romance,
Away from folks at home I'd miss
While some French girl I'd soon kiss-kiss!
So off I flew upon the plane
Till almost reaching Sunny Spain,
But landing still on France's soil,
With temperatures still set to boil!
At dead of night, we all arrived,
Just thanking God, we'd all survived
And from the journey in the coach
Our half-built hotel to approach!
Our rooms sufficed to suit our needs
And I slept well from all these deeds...
When I awoke, the beach called me!
So off I went to sun and sea...
French girls' bikinis here and there
Had made my English eyes to stare!
So many Baywatch fantasies
While I rubbed oil on my knees...
No tan had I on that first day,
That's why nobody came my way!
But that all changed within that week,
My skin all tanned on my physique...
French girls surrounded me in time,
Amazed that I looked so sublime!
I lied about my age and smiled,
Just mesmerised and quite beguiled!
To think, French ladies I'd entrance!
They made my holiday in France!
And yet no matter where I roam,
It's always nice when I get home!
poem by Denis Martindale
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I Start Counting
(basil kirchin / jack nathan / james coleman / patrick ryan)
This year, next year
Sometime never
Paper dreams tied up
With bits of string
Darkness comes
Flowers grow
No-one knows
I start counting
I start counting
Sitting by myself in a secret
Chasing thoughts through rainbows in my mind, yeah
Changing time
Tomorrows dream
In between
I start counting
Counting, yes I do
Counting, counting, counting, counting, counting
Ooh-hoo-oo, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve etc.
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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1-2-3 (remix)
they tell me you're shy boy
but I want you just the same
don't play innocent with me
you know it's just not fun and games
when I look into your eyes
so much passion burns inside
but if you need some coaxing
I will do it
step by step there's nothing to it
1-2-3-4 come on baby say you love me
5-6-7 times
8-9-10-11 I'm just gonna keep on counting
until you're mine
come out of your shell boy
you know we go like hand in glove
you're afraid to giving in
but I'm never giving up on your love
and no matter what it takes
I will steal your heart away
take a chance for once you won't regret it
want my love just come and get it
1-2-3-4 come on baby say you love me
5-6-7 times
8-9-10-11 I'm just gonna keep on counting
until you're mine
so no matter what it takes
I will steal your heart away
take a chance for once you won't regret it
take my love just come and get it
1-2-3-4 come on baby say you love me
5-6-7 times
8-9-10-11 I'm just gonna keep on counting
until you're mine
1-2-3-4 come on baby say you love me
5-6-7 times
8-9-10-11 I'm just gonna keep on counting baby
until you're mine
1-2-3-4
5-6-7 times
8-9-10-11
1-2-3-4
5-6-7 times
8-9-10-11
song performed by by Gloria Estefan from Greatest Hits
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1-2-3
they tell me you're shy boy
but I want you just the same
don't play innocent with me
you know it's just not fun and games
when I look into your eyes
so much passion burns inside
but if you need some coaxing
I will do it
step by step there's nothing to it
1-2-3-4 come on baby say you love me
5-6-7 times
8-9-10-11 I'm just gonna keep on counting
until you're mine
come out of your shell boy
you know we go like hand in glove
you're afraid to giving in
but I'm never giving up on your love
and no matter what it takes
I will steal your heart away
take a chance for once you won't regret it
want my love just come and get it
1-2-3-4 come on baby say you love me
5-6-7 times
8-9-10-11 I'm just gonna keep on counting
until you're mine
so no matter what it takes
I will steal your heart away
take a chance for once you won't regret it
take my love just come and get it
1-2-3-4 come on baby say you love me
5-6-7 times
8-9-10-11 I'm just gonna keep on counting
until you're mine
1-2-3-4 come on baby say you love me
5-6-7 times
8-9-10-11 I'm just gonna keep on counting baby
until you're mine
1-2-3-4
5-6-7 times
8-9-10-11
1-2-3-4
5-6-7 times
8-9-10-11
song performed by by Gloria Estefan and Miami Sound Machine from Let It Loose
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And like a Dying Lady, Lean and Pale
And like a dying lady, lean and pale,
Who totters forth, wrapp'd in a gauzy veil,
Out of her chamber, led by the insane
And feeble wanderings of her fading brain,
The moon arose up in the murky East,
A white and shapeless mass--Credits and CopyrightTogether with the editors, the Department ofEnglish (University of Toronto), and the University of Toronto Press,the following individuals share copyright for the work that wentinto this edition:Screen Design (Electronic Edition): Sian Meikle (University ofToronto Library)Scanning: Sharine Leung (Centre for Computing in the Humanities)
poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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The Bag
Endless evenings of non-exist
Are getting shorter, monotonous
Like an intruder, I belong outside
Although I find myself right back
The same place I was before
Saying things Id say once more
Theres no reason for me to be here, no
I feel so lonesome, surrounded by friends
Who are talking about me, saying things I could care less about
This dialogue is without
Worth, content, significance
Conversational ambivalence
Hear the same things every night, it just aint right
Im not the one to hold the bag
Give me something I can sink my teeth into
Show me a time, tell me a story
That I havent heard a million times before
I pass out from boredom
As I watch the people pass
I see moments in their lives, nothing fascinating
Are we all living for the past, never realizing
Were clinging to an empty bag
Lacking content, significance
Conversational ambivalence
Say the same thing every night, it just aint right
Well see whos left holding the bag
song performed by by NOFX
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Counting On You
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two
One of these days Ill be back with you
Counting the ways that I love you
Through and through
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine
Tentatively you put up the signs
Letting me know you are mine
And Im counting on you
To be here through it all
Im counting on you
To catch me if I fall
Whatever you do, remember
Im always counting on you
Flight six, eight, one, gate forty-two
At seven fifteen Ill feel ten feet tall
Knowing you care after all
And Im counting on you
To be here through it all
Im counting on you
To catch me if I fall
Whatever you do, remember
Im always counting on you
Counting on you
To be here through it all
Counting on you
To catch me if I fall
Remember Im always
Counting on you
song performed by by Monkees
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1-2-3
They tell me youre shy boy
But I want you just the same
Dont play innocent with me
You kow its not just fun and games
When I look into your eyes
So much passion burns inside
But if you need some coaxing
I will do it
Step by step theres nothing to it
1-2-3-4 come on baby say you love me
5-6-7 times
8-9-10-11 Im just gonna keep on counting
Until you are mine
Come out of your shell boy
You know we go like hand in glove
Youre afraid of giving in
But I am never giving up on your love
And no matter what it takes
I will steal your heart away
Take a chance for once you wont regret it
Want my love just come and get it
1-2-3-4 come on baby say you love me
5-6-7 times
8-9-10-11 Im just gonna keep on counting
Until you are mine
So no matter what it takes
I will steal your heart away
Take a chance for once you wont regret it
Take my love just come and get it
1-2-3-4 come on baby say you love me
5-6-7 times
8-9-10-11 Im just gonna keep on counting
Until you are mine
1-2-3-4 come on baby
5-6-7 times
You got to give me your love
8-9-10-11 Im just gonna keep on counting baby
Until you are mine
1-2-3-4
5-6-7 times
8-9-10-11
1-2-3-4
5-6-7 times
8-9-10-11
song performed by by Gloria Estefan
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Only Once
Today will never come again
when tomorrow finally calls,
just as we cannot repeat
yesterday in today.
Our lives give us one chance
to do the best we can.
There is no repeating
nor turning back the clock,
what is said, is said,
what is done is done.
There is no reverse,
thus we must be careful,
only committing it right
and only once.
17 June 2012
poem by David Harris
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French Shoes
He was a good lookin guy
Stood about six foot three
Long brown hair
As nice as he could be
Everybody liked him
But he didnt have a clue
He looked silly as hell
In those funny french shoes
You know the type
Without any heels
Leather soles
Kind of a slip on deal
He was cavalier
Whether hed win or lose
But he looked silly as hell
In those funny french shoes
I know its not right
To judge a man by his clothes
By the way that he looks
Or the people he may know
Im embarrassed to say
If I had to choose
I could never really trust
Any man wearing those funny french shoes
Funny french shoes
Funny french shoes
No man should be wearin
Those funny french shoes
They look good on a womans foot
I must say that they do
But no guy should be wearin
Those funny french shoes
Get some socks on, man!
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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My Soul's Name
Going to the Akashic records up in then air
I found my Soul's book I did share.
No, not really is Zenoch my soul's name
I have to keep my real soul name a secret
it is sacred so I refrain.
My Soul's book has my hieroglyphic
for my soul also has a sound.
It is very harmonious to me I have found.
Now I will say my soul's name and go
back there once again
My soul gives me power to be my best friend.
Written by Christina Sunrise on November 11,2012
poem by Christina Sunrise
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French emancipation
French Emancipation?
French women are free well-educated and elegant,
yet spend too much times striving to attract men and
open their legs for anyone. Later they call it freedom
of choice while frantically trying to get money out of
the man who knocked them up and left them hanging
there twisting in their own distressing liberation.
They will intellectualize their misery, see themselves
as a Sagan melancholic, yet yearning to be middle
class housewives worrying about the prices of onions.
Yes, they will be married, to the very best address, and
meet other wives and talk endlessly about equality.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Sitting In My Tree
I often sit alone up in a tree
Waving to the ones that wave at me
I think well just how stupid can they be
Waving to a man up in a tree
What they dont know is I am counting them
I even count the ladies and the men
I put the numbers in my little book
And only me can ever have a look
All I ask is a piece of mind
Which I lost somewhere down amongst the mess
All I want is for people to be kind
And walk slower to be counted when they pass
I think well just how stupid can they be
Waving to a man up in a tree
I know that I will have to stop my fun
When I meet a girl who I can not count on
Maybe marry her and happy we would be
Not counting but a-sitting up a tree
I put the numbers in my little book
And only me can ever have a look
I think well just how stupid can they be
Waving to a man up in a tree
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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If French Fries Were Fat Free
Will I need a miss of my life
Each time I went left, I should've gone right
And love's no exception to this rule
Cause I turned around I lost you
Now I'm feeling lonesome and blue
Just the way I expect to
But there's something that I could use
To help me deal with this abuse
If French fries were fat free
And you still love me
If French fries were fat free
And you still love me
What a wonderful world this would be
If the whiskey really helped me
Forget your memory
I'd wear a smile endlessly
If French fries were fat free
And you still love me
You know the more I think about you
The more sense it makes
Cause grease and love both cause heartache
So I raise my glass and toast
These things I want the most
Though I probably never see
I can't help but believing
That if French fries were fat free
And you still love me
What a wonderful world this would be
If the whiskey really helped me
Forget your memory
I'd wear a smile endlessly
If French fries were fat free
And you still love me
Oh if French fries were fat free
And you still love me
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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