Nox Praecox
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Shuddersummoning schemer
blistery Dylan sounds
angels' worsting lots
Couching near upon
our Devildancer guileless, whelmed
outstrutted before dawn
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"Nox Praecox" ("Precocious Night"; more literally, "Ripe-Beforehand Night") has in mind, mostly, Israeli children killed by Palestinian terror. It's a trimmed scrap from last night and this morning, after watching this video of Dylan Thomas declaiming:
A Refusal To Mourn the Death, By Fire, of a Child in London
Dylan wrote it in Wales, in the United Kingdom, sometime in 1944/1945. He had enlisted for home front media efforts, chiefly in broadcasting. During those years he also managed to apply his timeless capacities to other duties -- in this case, commemorating a child victim of belligerent, totalitarian terror.
[T]he danger, for what a reader aloud of his own poems so often does is to mawken or melodramatise them making a single simple phrase break with the tears or throb with the terrors from which he deludes himself the phrase has been born.
-- Dylan Thomas
As opposed to the actual terrors from which it has been born, terrors of which he may (or may not) be aware, quite. Even if he is not aware of them he still must force himself to go on.
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ISLAMANAZIS CLOSED ANTI-ISLAM SITES.
My anti-Islam blogs INFERNO = ISLAM and DYSTOPIA finished being HACKED.
It looks like a hacker on service to the Islamics erased anti-Islam sites.
They put out also the site JahMusic, which was linked to my 2 deleted anti-Islam blogs.
Also hacked my third blog with my photos.
At same day, the periodic site Mídia Sem Máscara ( Media Without Mask) was blocked 2 times.
The right-wing newspaper, which supports the War on Terror, is mine main information source for the files, with endless number articles attacking the islamism.
They already have my name and my face.
To any moment, I can appear dead.
Or then, sooner or later, I’m going to disappear.
Posted by: Ernesto Ribeiro | January 20, 2007 at 05:53 PM