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Saturday, October 16, 2004

Saturday October 16, 2004

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Up the River

The careful reader will note that the previous entry has two parts.

Part I, “Spain,” links to the home page of a Spaniard named Jesús.

Part II, “Take This Cup,” links to a page about a poet named César.

I found Jesús in a search for images of “Apocalypse Now” prompted in turn by earlier entries.

I knew of César from library browsing.

This afternoon, I looked at the home page of the site where I found the essay on César; this in turn led to another essay:

The Necessity For Story

by  Frederick Zackel

While it’s a story that’s never been written, a suggested title– Indiana Jones Sails Up The River Of Death–

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shows how readily we as individuals or we as a culture can automatically visualize a basic story motif. We may each see the particular elements of the story differently, but almost instantaneously we catch its drift.

The hero sails up the river of death to discover what lies within his own heart: i.e., how much moral and physical strength he has.

Indiana Jones sails up the River of Death.

We are following Indiana Jones up the River of Death. We’re going to visit with Colonel Kurtz. (You may not want to get off the boat.)

No, I am not mixing up metaphors.

These are the Story.

For what it’s worth, the birthday of Jesús is April 9… See the entry of April 9, 2003, “Hearts of Darkness.”

The birthday of César is March 16.  See the entry of March 16, 2003,  on the letter A… Here is the logo of the site where I found both César and “The Necessity For Story”–

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Saturday October 16, 2004

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Spain
Take This Cup

Saturday October 16, 2004

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4:09 AM:

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The natives are restless tonight.

Saturday October 16, 2004

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This just in…

From today’s New York Times:

Bruce Palmer, who played bass guitar for Buffalo Springfield… in the 1960’s, died on Oct. 1 in Belleville, Ontario. He was 58.

Stop, children, what’s that sound?
3:09:00 AM.

“… y el no estar del todo en una acción
— Homero Aridjis

Saturday October 16, 2004

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Midnight in the Garden
continued

Umberto Eco,
Foucault’s Pendulum,
page 176:

Here, too, you entered through a little garden…

Amparo drew me aside as we went in.  “I’ve figured it out,” she said.  “That tapir at the lecture talked about the Aryan age, remember?  And this one talks about the decline of the West.  Blut und Boden, blood and earth.  It’s pure Nazism.”

“It’s not that simple, darling.  This is a different continent.”….

If the outside was seedy, the inside was a blaze of violent colors.  It was a quadrangular hall, with one area set aside for the dancing of the cavalos.  The altar was at the far end, protected by a railing, against which stood the platform for the drums, the atabaques.  The ritual space was still empty….

Atabaque – a large tom-tom
that is used in Afro-Brazilian
religious celebrations”

The Sounds of Samba
at Yale

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Atabaque

“Of African origin, and made of jacarandá wood in a conical shape. A calfskin head covers the top of the drum. It is used a lot in capoeria and candomblé and umbanda rituals all over Brazil. There are three kinds of atabaques: Rum, Rumpi, and Lê. Rum has the deepest sound and is a solo drum; Rumpi has a medium sound, and Lê is the highest. These three hold the beat.”

Like the beat, beat, beat of the tom-tom….

— Cole Porter, “Night and Day

Your feats end enormous,
    your volumes immense,
(May the Graces I hoped for
    sing your Ondtship song sense!),
Your genus its worldwide,
    your spacest sublime!
But, Holy Saltmartin,
    why can’t you beat time?

In the name of the former
    and of the latter
    and of their holocaust. Allmen.

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