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>>From: "Rudra Mac Cuhmaill" <forasnai@hotmail.com

>>>On 5 Dec 96 at 15:16, Bruce L Jones wrote: >>> >>>> Everyone, >>>> >>>> There have been a couple of calls for Christmas Traditions on the list. >>>> This offering is definitely different, with an extra "nugget" after the >>>> first. >>>Thanks for this one, Bruce. >>> >>>Here's another. Apologies to any who may have already seen it. >>>
>>>Shae
>>>*********
>>>Is there still a Santa Claus?

>>> >>[snipped the science part, forgive me Ray,,,TFN]

>>>But since every child knows he does exist, it is equally obvious that scientists have forgotten about magic.

Parisian Commune Tale of Renan and a Friend

My Heavens, Shae!

Your posting reminds me of a supposedly *new* Jules Verne novel turned down in 1864 or something and just published (in English) that I was perusing last night, "Paris of the Future," or something like that, in which the accurate *prophesies* of that Parisian "cafe society" regarding what Paris of the 1960's would look like (fax machines, subways, other "technological marvels") become quite boring and bogged down in "techno-speak-manual" excessive-speak... Too, the protagonist, Mee-hail (Michele), never developed beyond a "straw/wicker man," so to speak...

Made me think of a coupla tales...As this Jules Verne was an intimate of that notorious thief and plagarist, Herr Alexander Dumas (the fat-butterball-prissy-little-boy-widda-*nasty* way of-reducing-"bellesdemerci"-to-fallen-demimondes -do-anything-ya-want-wid-her, ala, say, a "Bossie" turned into tame, obedient "bessie," as those American Yip-yap-Yahoo's with pappies and grandpappies done been "dirtbulb farmers gettin paid ta make sure nuttin grows"...likes ta boast dey *good* at...), I was given to wondering
while reading if that "black Irish-in-exile," our Brittainy Celt and Professor of Hebrew Studies till his "early success," his book "The Life of Jesus," made him "branded as a heretic being taught a lesson," i.e., one *Joseph* Ernest Renan (see, e.g., "The Poetry of the Celtic Races," circa 1850), was meant to be Verne's *hidden* protagonist--or even, ala mine own poem using "l'amour et l'actione" Renan as the *hero*, "Love's Untaught Strain," his own tale he often told, only to have Dumas, Dumas fils, and "others"
taking advantage of the situation, rip our poor poet off for anything and everything, including the title bestowed upon him by his sad-eyed collection of demimondes , "King of the Cafe Scene"--as he became further and further exiled as a "lunatic spouting non-scientific rubbish," (ala the dark figure
in Van Gogh's brightly-lit sidewalk cafe)...

The times most hostile to *creativity*, as no one was protected by any copyrights, yet; one "horror story" appearing as "evidence" in the 1876 Berne (Amsterdam) Convention on International Intellectual Property involved one of Renan's dear friends, a composer and musician being taught a similar "lesson of respect for [Napolean III's] the Crown's authority" or, as one of the same neo-Nazi "secret police" I describe babbles and burbles *these days* as part of mine own legal "opposition," merely a "learning experience" (the key to really efficient deconstructuralism-nee-*existentialism* is all in "the words, the words...");

anyway, this likewise poor man walked into one of the Parisian Cafe's hot spots one evening, upon hearing his own composition being played by the house band, and ordered a glass of water. When told to cough up the francs, he remarked something like, "But, kind sir, your band is playing the tune I wrote, for free, without just compensation to me!"

The waiter grew surly and waved notes of money at him, snarling something about "Dis is all dat matters, you fool! Now pay me! Consider yourself lucky that we even allow you to hear your precious tune."

Our clever friend reached into his pocket and pulled out some coins, shaking them in his palm. "Did you hear that?"

The waiter sniffed, "But of course, now hand it over."

Our musician friend then smiled, said, "Not so fast, gay Pierre! As you've *heard* the sound of the coins jingling, consider yourself paid!"

Fortunately our other friend, L'amour Renan "happenstanced" along as our poor musician was being tossed out on his *nose* by some overgrown ruffians, otherwise I'm afraid the gendarmes the waiter was summoning would have hauled the already *deprived* musician most mercilessly "off to the housgow..."

best, rudra, a.k.a. Thomas Francis Noonan

who wishes his own daughters and sons[Sara the Chief,
Peter and Kalu and the Karmapa too] wherever they are, Happy Holidays

your daddy indeed loves you...

laboremus, Rudra Mac Chumaill, Namgyal Monastery ,Dharamsala, India

Our Day Will Come...in the meantime, as Gustave Flaubert said
of "la plat a la mode," let us not become
"poisoned by the filth of modern life"

When born into a "munus sine missione," a "vir fortis,"
one "gladiatorio animo," has only to "recto tibi invictoque
moriendum est." (Seneca, "Epistulae," 7.4)

"If there is a lonesome tall pine tree standing, the forest has not ended..."

Olde Tibetan Saying

"Wealth that is acquired by proper means in a manner
That harms none will yield both virtue and happiness."
Gurudeva's Vedas, Trikural Verse 754

Thomas Francis Noonan, SAKYA LAMA
"Globe of Dharma Productions"

>Attorney: Patrick Hallinan, Law Offices
819 Eddy Street, San Francisco, CA 94109
(415)-433-1950

--"But we have nothing to fear from the demoralizing reasonings
of some, if others are left free to demonstrate their errors.
And especially when the law stands ready to punish the first
criminal *act* produced by the false reasoning. These are
safer correctives than the conscience of a judge."
Thomas Jefferson, letter to Elijah Boardman, July 3, 1801,
Jefferson Papers, Library of Congress, Vol. 115, folio 19761

"The spirit of resistance to government is so valuable
on certain occasions that I wish it to be always kept alive..."

Thomas Jefferson, letter from Paris, to Abigail Adams, 2/22/1787

"...principles form[ing] the bright constellation of that which has
gone before us, and guided our steps..."
Thomas Jefferson, First Inaugural Address, 1801

"...and the gods of hell profess their hopes of heaven."
Petronious, Satyricon, 120.85-93

"Fierce courage is what they call valor,
And Chivalry to the fallen forms its sharp edge."
Gurudeva, Trikural Vedas, v.773

abhaya, rig feinnid

--"O you, wise druids/ ask of Arthur/ who is older than me,
in the chants!/ Someone has come/ to think of the flood/
and Christ crucified/ and the judgement to come..."
*The Three Seats of Taliesin*, trans. Jean Markale,
"The Celts," p. 243

--"Such an injury [insult] would vex a very saint."
Will Shakespeare, *The Taming of the Shrew*, III, ii, 28

--Seamus Heaney, in "The Redress of Poetry" (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 1995) quotes Wallace Stevens on the *nobility* of poetry being "a violence within that protects us from a violence without," ("The Noble Rider and the Sound of Words"), as if defending against a heckler of the *rhu-barbarians* as Tony Harrison called those demanding art be a "mistress" to politics...

--"Mise E/ire / Uaigni/ me/ na/ an Cailleach Be/arra"
a noble Fenian of olde, Patrick Pearse

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