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For the time of the season apríl 30, 2006

Posted by herraheri in Herra the Heri, Mr. J. Squirrel Phd..
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Hello,

Today, I "typed" for you the Nobel-price winning poet T.S. Eliot with his poem "The Waste Land". Originally, I wanted Dr.J.Squirrel to edit it, so I could offer you the best sections of this grim and impressive piece of poetry. But he denied to do it. He said: "You bloody idiot! You want me to MANGLE this masterpiece? May your soul be damned and burn in hell!"

So. Here is the first of four parts of "The Waste Land", uncutted and unedited, like his squirrelness claimed.

If you have the desire to read the other three parts let me highly recommend this site, where the whole poem can be read, or this site, where you can hear T.S. Eliot reading his poem, which is really impressive. And now, have fun, folks. Shanti, shanti, shanti!

I. THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD

April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,                            10
And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt deutsch.
And when we were children, staying at the archduke's,
My cousin's, he took me out on a sled,
And I was frightened. He said, Marie,
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,                                  20
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.                              30
     Frisch weht der Wind
     Der Heimat zu
     Mein Irisch Kind,
     Wo weilest du?
"You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
"They called me the hyacinth girl."
- Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,                                    40
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
Oed' und leer das Meer.

Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante,
Had a bad cold, nevertheless
Is known to be the wisest woman in Europe,
With a wicked pack of cards. Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!)
Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks,
The lady of situations.                                                 50
Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,
Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find
The Hanged Man. Fear death by water.
I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.
Thank you. If you see dear Mrs. Equitone,
Tell her I bring the horoscope myself:
One must be so careful these days.

Unreal City,                                                            60
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
I had not thought death had undone so many.
Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,
And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
There I saw one I knew, and stopped him, crying "Stetson!
"You who were with me in the ships at Mylae!                            70
"That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
"Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?
"Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?

"Oh keep the Dog far hence, that's friend to men,
"Or with his nails he'll dig it up again!
"You! hypocrite lecteur! - mon semblable, - mon frere!"

[source: http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/etext98/wslnd11.txt%5D
		
Auglýsingar

A guidance to breach of domestic peace apríl 25, 2006

Posted by herraheri in Herra the Heri.
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Good temptations, dear visitor!

First, for I think it is the right time for this, I want to announce the forthcoming benefit concert that takes place at the infamous tavern "Fecker" in Hechingen: On Sunday, April 30, 2006, 20.00 pm, a 10-men/women-combo will rock the place with some funky shit and Eric Clapton/Joe Cocker/Soul stuff. It will be loud and proud, including a perfect horn section. Damn, they are great! Admittance is 0€. Be there! Better come soon, because only some 50 people fit in this little pub and we are taking 10 seats away! It's gonna be a true jamboree.

Sad news (Wicked Valle already brought it up in the comments of this post):    A tragic, basin-based accident of one of our band members prohibits our gig. There will presumably be a compensation concert right by the time the left hand of our unlucky hero has been patched and revitalized. And now, let us all chant the "Basin Street Blues" in commemoration of our blue band mate.
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Convenient to the great weather (?) I must recommend this song warmly to you:

KT Tunstall – Suddenly I see (a.k.a the Abi-Cottage-Song 2006 itself)

Enjoy this tune and meanwhile, destroy your room, drink lots of beer, watch maaany movies, sleep, eat, smoke, go to the sauna, destroy other rooms or do some other anrachisitc activities – you will feel the ultimate chilling vibe that flows within theese. combinations.

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You've already voted for Mr. Ball Point Pen in this movie-trailer-don't-know-what-contest, havent you?! If your answer is no, feel ashamed, click this shit and do what you're supposed to. By the way, I also added Ball Point Pen's Blog to the Blogroll. Feel free to say yes and visit his site. Nice appearance and stuff (also some more music).
Another link which I added to the Blogroll is the one to the Iceland-Forum (in German). If you want to hear some partially crazy questions, answers, facts and stories about Iceland, try this one, you might be lucky.

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I feel draught up – lovely time for a Guinness.

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Hail Discordia! All hail Eris!

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Hagbard Celine

Icelandic Penny-Pinchers, pay attention! apríl 22, 2006

Posted by herraheri in Herra the Heri, Iceland.
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In the past weeks, the Icelandic Kronur (ISK) and Icelandic stock prices crashed down. I'd like to say some profound things about the reasons for that, but in fact, this motherfucking stocket market is a closed book to me. So, you can instead look at these interesting websites which deal with this issue:

The last link is particularly interesting. After 2 hours of looking at the fine painting and some serious investigation, I combined that this chart is kind of showing the amount of ISK you get for one Euro….BAM! ZORK! CRASH!

As you can imagine, I immediately went to my local bank to change a huge amount of Euros into ISK. They laughed at me. They didn't have ISK in stock!—IN STOCK! DAMNIT!

I started crying.

Most likely, there were some cormorant millionaires who wanted to get millions of ISK and bought everything the bank had! Bastards! They will pay for it! I am going to steal more ISK than they will ever be able to buy!!

So: if you want to change Euros into ISK, make sure there are no millionaires around you who can ruin your deal! You can identify them by a monocle and a cylinder. In many cases, they can be seen lighting their cigars with bank notes. The only way to kill them is the good old staking.

Staking action

Want to know more about Carcinus maenas, Cyclopterus lumpus, Ragnheiður Jónsdóttir, Jón Sigurðsson and his other bank-note-friends? Visit this site and enjoy the good information.

So much for that. Must go carving wood.

about the pain of thirst (sitting on 60 litres of beer…) apríl 20, 2006

Posted by herraheri in Herra the Heri.
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…I guess the only thing we can do is play you a song…

So, what about that one: Our mate Ball Point pen is out there in the web with a new song to burn down any so-called competition: check it out.

Vote for his song on the site above, so he can finally afford the mountain-bike he desired for soo long…Go for it!

Ah, by the way…don't remember anything concerning this Austria-visit…I'm asking myself why I have been there, actually…have I been there??…Well…maybe my brain recovers…It's bat land! Be aware of the bats!

Tired of hangin around apríl 14, 2006

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Dear humans,

Felices Pascuas!

It's coming – and this year the eggs aren't free!

Sail away…

Insanely, Captain Ahab

how to have fun seriously apríl 13, 2006

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Ahoi people,

I feel that enought time has elapsed to let the formidable news of our Iceland booking-thing settle down, and that the right moment has come to write some new things. Well. Done.

Still, if you want to experience the booking stuff once again, scroll down. Midnight Madness.

Speaking of madness: take a look at the popular midnight sun of Burg Hohenzollern (North Pole). In the right picture, you can spot -with a little luck- a huge polar bear, which has get lost with his sheet of ice. Poor bastard.

midnight sundead man stomping

On Saturday (hopefully), some mates from my graduating class are going to Turrach (that's somewhere deep in the medieval Austria), to have some drinks and good conversations. "The Real World Turrach" will last for 5 days or until the first person dies. It's gonna be quite sober-minded, I think. Aighty-aight.

So much for today, stay clean.

Vive la France.

Iceland, we’re coming! apríl 7, 2006

Posted by herraheri in Herra the Heri, Iceland.
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Whatup fellows,

feitur skítur!

Just a few minutes ago, the first and decisive move for our Iceland-journey this summer has been made. The procedure of hacking numbers and letters in the keyboard, klicking around, paying and printing was really uplifting. Now, the path is presaged:

From July 29th till September 8th, we (that is me and Yannick Berndsson) will be fighting our way through the deadly deserts of the highlands (including sandstorms, elves and quicksand); struggling with furious glaciers with about 0°K temperature, sneaky winds and some nice volcanoes below it to warm up the scenery a little from time to time; oh yeah, and we will be bothering the Icelandic people with our pushing herra héri shit.

there you are

In fact, I believe that hitch-hiking will be perfect with some herra héri-shirts on us. Or what would you do if a fucked-up, sad person stood by the side of the street…wearing a T-Shirt saying "Herr Hase"?! Well, yeah, of course you would pick him up and take him wherever he wants!

Whatever, it will be monumental, man. 42 Days of surviving: chilling: hiking: sleeping: eating (some really weird stuff: ram testicles…hmmmm *drool*): looking at the midnight sun: hot-potting: sauna-ing: talking to vikings: wandering through Icelands pulsing capital Reykjavík: spending really much money for evereything: taking pictures: writing: We will be conscientiously keeping diary and then enrich this homepage with our experiences (true and hallucinated)…it will be as monumental as the journey itself. Rejoice!

T -112 Days, 22 hours and 38 minutes. I can feel it. It won't be long now. harrumph.

So, can't go on writing. Must rub myself with ice cubes.. for the true Iceland feeling.

Góða nótt!

Our new superhero. apríl 4, 2006

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Hey ya.

cool, eh?

Sorry, I'm not getting farther today…I'm brainfucked (maybe by AR, will see.)

Got to get theese 40.000 ecstacy-pills eaten.

Peace!

With a fistful of love apríl 1, 2006

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LUV - feel it!

BAM!!

Hoe! Can you feel the love?

I've created an own site for our trip to Dublin, look for it right beside rabbit's pics.
However, I won't delete the posts on the homesite (at least not right now).

Look out for more pictures on herra's pics!

Enjoy!

herra héri!

Edit: April 1st? APRIL 1ST ?!?! WTF! YOU´VE JUST BEEN PUNKED!!