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The kids told me about an alternate version of the lyrics to 'row-row-row your boat'... (they claim the music teacher taught them) which made me think of all the songs that have a kid's version of the lyrics....
Row Row Row your boat
Gently down the stream
Push your teacher overboard
and listen to her scream
Deck the halls with gasoline
light a match and watch it gleam
burn the school tooooo ashes!
arent you glad you played with matches?
(to the tune of deck the halls -- Thanks Ahms!)
Jingle bells, batman smells
Robin laid an egg
batmobile
lost a wheel
and joker went
and i know there's a bit about ski tracks of blood through the snow or something. Or maybe I imagined it. Which would be worrisome. Anyone know?
The irreverant nature of the lyrics gives a delicious rebellious feeling. Which made me think of something I read in the book I just started by Michel Foucault. In the first chapter he argues that sexual liberation has taken on an almost religious zeal, which allows the advocator to feel daring while staying within the safe boundaries of a theoretical question rather than a practical matter. At least, that's what I read. Then again, it was raining, I was in a hurry and I may have skipt a few soggy words :-)
Row Row Row your boat
Gently down the stream
Push your teacher overboard
and listen to her scream
Deck the halls with gasoline
light a match and watch it gleam
burn the school tooooo ashes!
arent you glad you played with matches?
(to the tune of deck the halls -- Thanks Ahms!)
Jingle bells, batman smells
Robin laid an egg
batmobile
lost a wheel
and joker went
and i know there's a bit about ski tracks of blood through the snow or something. Or maybe I imagined it. Which would be worrisome. Anyone know?
The irreverant nature of the lyrics gives a delicious rebellious feeling. Which made me think of something I read in the book I just started by Michel Foucault. In the first chapter he argues that sexual liberation has taken on an almost religious zeal, which allows the advocator to feel daring while staying within the safe boundaries of a theoretical question rather than a practical matter. At least, that's what I read. Then again, it was raining, I was in a hurry and I may have skipt a few soggy words :-)
posted by Jet (Anat) at
4:15 p.m.
2 Comments:
Foucault was very sexually active in the 1980's in San Fransisco. He said it was a way for him to engage in "limit experiences", including his addiction to sadomasochistic sexual practices, and the impersonality of and potential danger that such experiences heightened.
The center of Foucault’s sexual obsessions involving S&M was not the longing for philosophical insight but the longing for oblivion. "Complete total pleasure," Foucault observed, is "related to death."
Chomsky insists "we must act as sensitive and responsible human beings," Foucault feels that such ideas as responsibility, sensitivity, justice, and law are merely "tokens of ideology" that lack legitimacy.
Looking at Foucault’s life, his craving for new, ever more thrilling experiences was a sign of weakness, not daring.
Longing for oblivion may not be a sign of weakness; don't we all need to sleep when worn out? During sleep, death and total pleasure we lose ourselves. Losing ourself, what do we find? Maybe we find the Other? When the boundary between is obliterated; either unity of victory may be the result.
Embracing the Way, you become embraced;
Breathing gently, you become newborn;
Clearing your mind, you become clear;
Nurturing your children, you become impartial;
Opening your heart, you become accepted;
Accepting the world, you embrace the Way.
Bearing and nurturing,
Creating but not owning,
Giving without demanding,
This is harmony.
-- Lao Tzu
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