and one cure — feeling.”
Once Again Can You But Hear...Under The Killing Moon
The Never Forgotten Weeping & Screaming Of
Lost Lambs In Limbo Ready For The Slaughter
As The Echo's Of The Past Again Call Out From The Night...
While The Divine Scent Of Fear Closely Follows Along
In Dreaded Remembrance Of...
Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep
And doesn't know where to find them
Leave them alone, And they'll come home,
Wagging their tails behind them...
Then...
Little Bo peep fell fast asleep
And dreamt she heard them bleating;
But when she awoke, she found it a joke,
For they were still a-fleeting.
Then up she took her little crook,
Determined her to find them;
She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,
For they'd left their tails behind them.
It happened one day, as Bo peep did stray
Into a meadow hard by,
There she espied their tails side by side,
All hung on a tree to dry.
She heaved a sigh and wiped her eye,
And over the hillocks went rambling,
And tried what she could, as a sheperdess should,
To tack each again to its lambkin.
http://www.shef.ac.uk/bibs/DJACcurrres/Postmodern2/Bo.html
1. Formalist
In a formalist mode, we observe first how we are plunged into the narrative by the omniscient third-person narrator who knows everything--not only what has been happening to Little Bo Peep but also what is going on in her mind, what she knows (that she has lost her sheep) and what she doesn't know (where to Þnd them). Surprisingly, then, we hear in the third line another voice, addressing Bo Peep, from a position of authority and control. This voice can tell her what to do, or rather, what not to do, in a manner so authoritative that, for all we can tell, Bo Peep has nothing further to do or to think. She doesn't answer the voice, she adopts the voice's view as her own.
Whose is the voice of wisdom or authority? It must be someone who knows more about sheep than Bo Peep does. Compared with her loss of conÞdence, the speaker has no doubts about the future of the sheep. Not only are they at this moment safe, they will find their own way safely home. What kind of a person could it be who would know this? Only another shepherd. But is it a male or a female shepherd? The voice is the voice of experience, of someone who knows what she or he is talking about only because she or he has had the same thing happen to her or him. My suggestion is that we have here the voice of an older and wiser shepherdess, who can speak both assuredly and assuringly to Bo Peep because she has been in just the same position.
2. Intertextuality
This text reeks with intertextuality, of course. It is referring to an old topos in shepherd literature, of the shepherd who is not a shepherd, the shepherd who fails to herd the sheep but loses them. This is an identity question, of course, viewed psychologically; but in the history of the topos there is no automatic judgment against sheep-losing shepherds. It is an occupational hazard that afþicts all shepherds, good, bad and indifferent. What sorts out the good shepherds from the bad ones is what they do about the lost sheep once they discover they have gone missing. The Good Shepherd sets off at once to Þnd the lost sheep, even if it is only one among ninety-nine. In our text, we observe, we have the very antithesis of the Good Shepherd, not so much in the figure of Bo Peep, who is--at first at any rate--the victim of the loss of sheep, and not personally culpable. No, the Bad Shepherd, or rather, as I think, the Bad Shepherdess, recommends ignoring the lost sheep completely and letting them Þnd their own way home. The Bad Shepherdess will not advise Bo Peep to go looking for the sheep, even though she has lost not one in a hundred, but all 100% of her sheep. And Bo Peep is taken in by the advice of the Bad Shepherdess, and becomes in her turn and in her own right a Bad Shepherdess herself.
3. Genre
So, from the point of view of genre, the Bo Peep story has to be viewed as a tragedy. It is the tale of the downfall of one who is originally a merely unfortunate shepherd but who soon becomes a wilful and deliberate loser of sheep, an unshepherdly shepherd. The circumstances are against her: her sheep have gone missing. But that of itself does not make her a tragic Þgure; it is how she responds to the blow of fate that determines whether she will be a truly tragic hero. By some þaw of character, or perhaps through some over-riding pressure from outside herself (the familiar distinction between the tragedy of fate and the tragedy of þaw breaks down in this case), she falls into the role of the Bad Shepherdess, and, with her silent acquiescence in the advice of the Tempter Þgure she, in the one moment, abandons her sheep to their destiny and, in so doing, loses her own identity. For what is a shepherd without sheep? What is the raison d'être of a sheepless shepherdess?
The morale of the words and lyrics is that one must take
responsibility or face the consequences...
Also in the Shakespeare play: King Lear, there is a reference to "Bo-Peep" by the court fool, this is to dramatize the relationship between Lear and his division of the court which leads to the impending fleeting of the sheep.
So But Remember...
"It is not because things are difficult that we do not dare;
it is because we do not dare that they are difficult."
-- Lucius Annaeus Seneca (4BC?-AD 65),
[The Younger] Roman Stoic philosopher
Thus In The End...
Nothing Save The Scent & The Echo
Will But Truly Matter Anyway..
But For Now I Will...
Close my eyes
Let the whole thing pass me by
There is no time
To waste, Asking why
So Many Are...
Still So Scared To Look Within...For It's All There...
Within...Still Confused By The Principals Within
The Simple Aspect Of The Principals Divine Simplicity..
Breath Deep Now Take An Even Deeper Breath...For...
Ready When You Are There General!
As All Those Things Thy Covet Are But
Right There Before You...Lights , Camera ...ACtIoN..
But...
Will You But Listen Now To All Those Screams In The Night?
It's But So Heavy All Those Endless Cursed Burdens
Versed In Horror...& Thus...
Torn Apart By The Tragic-Terror From Within...
Will You All But Listen Now To The Endless Awe-Full
Screaming Of All Those Lost Lambs In Limbo...
It's All There Within...Some Predicted Pattern...
Not Random At All...But Taken & Gripped By
The Simplicity Of FEAR...Held In A Scent Of Fear...
As You Wish All Those Poor Innocent Lambs To But
Stop Their Terror Filled Weeping & Screaming...
Until You But Finally Hear The Echo's Of...
Baa, baa, black sheep,
Have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir,
Three bags full.
One for the master,
One for the dame,
And one for the little boy
Who lives down the lane.
Their Voices & Cries Out From The Shadows
Within The Shades Of Darkness Don't Really
Matter To Those With The Mind Set Of...
"It's Either Take Their Shit Or Make Them Shit"!
And The Others Sheepish Silence Is All They Care To Hear
& Their Cries But A Faint Echo In The Silent Night
It's Only Their Own Demonic Voices & Thoughts That
They are But Interested In...Not The Cries Of The Lambs!
What Arrogant Pride Before Their
Grand Up & Coming Big Fall...
Thus Ask Once Again & Ye Shall Be But Once Again Denied.
Sheep history-
There are a number of different theories regarding the origins of domestic sheep. However, most sources agree that they originated from mouflon. There are two wild populations of mouflons still in existence: the Asiatic mouflon which is still found in the mountains of Asia Minor and southern Iran and the European mouflon of which the only existing members are on the islands of Sardinia and Corsica. These two species are closely related with the only difference being the redder coloration and different horn configuration of the Asiatic mouflon.A sheep is any of member of the eight wooly quadruped species that comprise the genus Ovis, part of the goat antelope subfamily. The domestic sheep is thought to be descended from the wild moufflon of central and southwest Asia. Male sheep are called rams or wethers if castrated, females ewes, and young lambs. Members of the genus are highly gregarious bovids (members of the family Bovidae) and ruminants, meaning they chew cud.
Sheep are usually stockier than other bovines, and some have horns which are more divergent than those of goats. Sheep have scent glands on the face and hind feet. Communication through the scent glands is not well understood but is thought to be important for sexual signaling. Males can smell females which are fertile and ready to mate, and rams mark their territories by rubbing scent on to rocks. They have a four-chambered stomach which play a vital role in digesting, regurgitating, and redigesting food.
Sheep were among the first animals domesticated. An archeological site in Iran produced a statuette of a wooled sheep which suggests that selection for woolly sheep had begun to occur over 6000 years ago. The common features of today's sheep were already appearing in Mesopotamian and Babylonian art and books by 3000 B.C
As You Begin Once Again By...
Smelling The Foul Scent Of All These Liars &
Their Endless B.S. Lies That Abound All Around &
The Horrid Foul Smelling Scent Of Their Evil Actions.
Thus Their Corruption & Fraudulence Can Also Be Still
Heard Echoing Forth Within Their So Called Sacred Halls Of Justice...
Satanistically Appearing in Mesopotamia & Babylonia in 3000 B.C
Unto These So Called Sacred American Halls Of Falsehood Fraudulence
In The Modern Super Power Hood Unto The Here & Now...
Been To Baltimore Lately...Don't Forget To Count Your Sheep!
Some Supreme Lying Justice...Checked Out The
Supremes Financial Disclosures Lately... We Have...Much Blacked Out...
Goes Deep Up Up Up Up In Ya In There!!!Handed So Much Rights To Run ROLL!!
With There Endless False Promises Of Monsterously Scandalous Proportions Of Fermented Sewer Ridden CRAP-OLA!!!Thoughts amongst The Sheep To The Slaughter
Hello Hello, OLa Out There In Well Scented Shit For Brains Land...
Is There AnyBody out There...That Are Also Scenting Smelling & Echoing All This Evil Shit That abounds & So-urrounds All Around Us...With The Damned Echoing Of Their Evil Sound Bites Of Fermented Shitty Lies & Fraudulent Come On's & Cover Up's.
Come On Now A big Ten-$ To ya All Out There In Meenie weenie & Wanker Yanker Lands That Echo Their LIES & The Scent Of Their Evil Fetid Horrors...
And To Fred Barnes The Rotten Two Faced Evil Horrid
Hypocritical Lying Bastard That He Is Should Just
Shut Up His Rotten Crap Trap Of Fermented Trash...
Thus Feeling The UpComing Barnes A Burning...
And All The Bleated Sheep A Screaming.
Ahhh The Scent & Fetid Smell Of LIES...
On A One Way Ticket Straight To The Bowels Of Hell...
Right There Freddy BoY! What A True Sheep's A-hole Ya Are!
Seen Any Wolves In Sheeps Skins Lately...
Can We But Hear The Endless Echoing Of All Their
Well Oiled Lies & Way To Go Covered Up In Falked
Civilty Filled With Horrid Froathings At The Mouth
Over Fermented Corruptions & Fraudulence!
Thus Now...
Commencing The Re-Load Within The On Rushing Chain Reaction
Passionsword Arena Of Both Causes & Effects In Both Time & Space.
While Being x-ed Back Within
The UnderGround's-X-Out Policies...
That Breed The Faint Scent...
Of The Upcoming Events Held Within The Wishing Wells
Of Divine Wish Full-Fillment & RainBowed Hopes...&...
Of All Those Left Over Dreams Awakening Again To But
Be Un-Altered Within That Centimeters Of Chance That
Breeds Of The Inevitable, As Enviable Survival Creeps
Slowly Within The Grand MatriX VorteXs Of Existence.
Lay down
your sweet and weary head
Night is falling,
you have come to journey's end.
Sleep now,
and dream of the ones who came before.
They are calling
from across the distant shore.
Why do weep?
What are these tears upon your face?
Soon you will see
all of your fears will pass away,
safe in my arms
you're only sleeping.
What can you see
on the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea
a pale moon rises --
The ships have come to carry you home.
Dawn will turn
to silver glass
A light on the water
All souls pass.
Hope fades
into the world of night
through shadows falling
out of memory and time.
Don't say,
"We have come now to the end."
White shores are calling
you and I will meet again.
And you'll be here in my arms
Just sleeping.
What can can you see
on the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea
a pale moon rises --
The ships have come to carry you home.
And all will turn
to silver glass
A light on the water
Grey ships pass
Into the west
So Shall They Now Look Deep Within...Yourselves...
In Delve Into All Those High Powered Perceptions Of All
Your High Foul-Loot-Tin Selves In All Those Wonder0us
Self Absorbed & Indulgent High Places Of Decadent Sin & Sordid Evils.
Former intelligence officer Russ Tice wants to tell Congress about what he believes were illegal actions undertaken by the National Security Agency in its highly sophisticated eavesdropping programs.
But he can't. He's been warned by the NSA that the information is so highly classified that even members of the House and Senate Intelligence Committees - who are charged with overseeing the work of the intelligence community - don't have clearance to hear about them. If Mr. Tice talks at the hearings early next month, he could face criminal prosecution...
Then There Is No Congressional OverSight Within A
So Called Checks & Balances System.
So What Are They Good For Then.
All Of This Smells Of...
Typical Sordid Right Wing Military Dictatorship.
Within The Endless Silence Of The Lambs...
Thus Begins The Destined Fate Of All Within...
Each & Every Non-Existent Realities So Called Choices,
That Was Made In A Rush Ruse Beheld In False Premises
To All The Up-Coming Strategic Battles In The Making...
A Terrible Thing To Live In Fear...If You Have Fear At All.
But Rejoice For Some Birds Are not Meant To Be Caged Within
Your Rotten Decadent System Of Systemic Corruption & Fraud,
For Their Feathers Are Just Too Bright...
Ah The Divine Scent Of Salvation Within The Echos Of Redemption...
Inspiring All The Desires Of Retribution & Vengeance Out From The Grave.
But Good Gripes All Are Gripped Once More In The Freeze...
Adding Up The Connect The Dots 2+2...Just Drifting Away.
As The Load Will Be Boarded Up To Be Reloaded...In Each
Military Passionsword Pay-Off Play-Off From Within The
Old Vanguard Lay_Off, As The Real Deal Heavy Duty Pay Load
About To Be Un LOaded Screams For The Upcoming
Wagging The Dog's Tail Coming Fire Dog New Year Floods
To Be Re-Loaded At The Hair Of The Dog's Breath In Snatch.
But As Be Reeling For The On Coming...
Bluetongue disease (also called catarrhal fever)...
A More Potent Viral Cros sStrain On The Way...
Careful With Your All's Blue Tongued Disease
A Fermenting & A Frothing At The Mouth...
The pathogenic virus is a member of the Reoviridae.
It is transmitted by a midge, Culicoides imicola
& other culicoid species...There is no efficient treatment.
Prevention is effected via quarantine, inoculation with
live modified virus vaccine and control of the midge vector,
including inspection of aircraft...
So What Is a Midge You Ask...Gnat Me This There Bat Freak!
Midges are certain small, spotted, two-winged flying insects. More precisely, the members of several families of Diptera are known as midges, including especially the Chironomidae, or non-biting midges, and the Ceratopogonidae or biting midges (also known as noseeums in North America). They are considered by entomologists to be distinct from the very similar looking mosquitoes.
Midges are a subgroup of gnats.
The orange wheat blossom midge is a pest in cereal grains.
Blue Tongued Disease has been spreading northward since 1999...
No reports of human transmission As Yet...But Wait...
Still Feel Controlled & Bank Rolled By Private Internet Sewage...
As Under Under Accounting Schemes Still Must Be Re-Accounted For
Somewhere Down The Lying Line...But Again Red Lined In Reserve Of Course.
OverPopulation Plus A Large Dose Of Satanism Equates To Big Problems
On Planet Sheepish-Hole...Thus The Evil Conundrum Effect Of Demonic Satanism & Reptilianism Continues On Unabated...Until It's Final Curtain Call...
But To Off Course We Go...
With More To Come In The "Sowing It Up"
Coming Echo Cycle.
Artist: Trapt
Song Title: Echo
Close my eyes
Let the whole thing pass me by
There is no time
To waste, Asking why
I'll run away with you, by my side
I'll run away with you, by my side
I need to let go, let go,
let go, let go of this pride
I think about your face
And how I fall into your eyes
The outline that I trace
Around the one that I call mine
Time that called for space
Unclear where you drew the line
I don't need to solve this case
And I don't need to look behind
Close my eyes
Let the whole thing pass me by
There is no time
To waste, Asking why
I'll run away with you, by my side
I'll run away with you, by my side
I need to let go, let go,
let go, let go of this pride
Do I expect to change
The past I hold inside
With all the words I say
Repeating over in my mind
Some things you can't erase
No matter how hard you try
An exit to escape
Is all there is left to find
Close my eyes
Let the whole thing pass me by
There is no time
To waste, Asking why
I'll run away with you, by my side
I'll run away with you, by my side
I need to let go, let go,
let go, let go of this pride
Until this echo, echo, echo, echo in my mind
Until this echo, echo, echo, echo can subside
So I close my eyes
Let the whole thing pass me by
There is no time
To waste, Asking why
I'll run away with you, by my side
I'll run away with you, by my side
I need to let go, let go,
let go, let go of this pride
Until this echo, echo, echo, echo in my mind
Until this echo, echo, echo, echo can subside
So Remember Somewhere Out There Beyond The On Rushing
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& In The Sands Of Lost Dreams In Both Time & Space...
An Enchanted Reason To Be Within An Enraptured Reasoning
To But Begin Again To Re-Load All That’s Been So Far Loaded
Upon The Heavily Burdened Shoulders Of So Many...Thus...
Within The Arena Space Out...
"Falsehood is easy, truth so difficult."
-- George Eliot (1819-80)
But Reciprocated Love Still Conquers All...
Right There Auntie Mary
For...
Mary had a little lamb its fleece was white as snow;
And everywhere that Mary went, the lamb was sure to go.
It followed her to school one day, which was against the rule;
It made the children laugh and play, to see a lamb at school.
And so the teacher turned it out, but still it lingered near,
And waited patiently about till Mary did appear.
"Why does the lamb love Mary so?" the eager children cry;
"Why, Mary loves the lamb, you know" the teacher did reply.
The words also convey the morale that love is reciprocated!
Signed Gladly , Sadly & Tragically
At The Silent PassionSword Blades Edge
We Bitter Over Bitter Sweet Gladiators
Of The Society Of The Sacred PassionsWord
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So May The Force Be With You Always As You...
Fade Now Once Again & Re-Load To The Scent &
The Echo Within The Simplicity Of Fear From
Within The On-Rushing Chain Reaction
Passionsword Arena Of Both Causes & Effects
Under The Killing Moon Was Still Heard...
The Never Forgotten Weeping & Screaming Of
Lost Lambs In Limbo Ready For The Slaughter
As The Echo's Of The Past Again Call Out From The Night...
While The Divine Scent Of Fear Closely Follows Along
In Dreaded Remembrance In Both Time & Space Of...
The Weeping Of The Lost Lambs In Limbo Blackened Out
