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Politics : Support the French! Viva Democracy! -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: average joe who wrote (3729)	11/23/2003 11:39:17 AM
From: 49thMIMOMander	Respond to of 7830

Well, I think I wrote it was an unbroken, very old, ancient tradition, spanning both horses, tractors and other mechanism to make even just a slightly producing field, or similar, more productive. Btw, the Tractor-business of these times is both intersting and entertaining. leningradcowboys.fi In every show, exactly after 10 minutes and 27 seconds the crowd gets suddenly wild, men are taking their shirts off and the girls are throwing their panties to the stage, and the Leningrad Cowboys' motto "Make tractors, not war !" becomes reality. <Are the women there all poets??> Probably, at one or other time. Edith Södergran was even very skilled, not at all a neo-romantic, one reason neither Aino Kallas nor Ayn Rand managed to make any impact on the domestic market, not in those days, nor in these days. Not much von Tisenhausen, objective fountaindicks nor the Brides of the Wolves She danced for autumn on yellow carpets she huddled and swirled – and sank and went out. (fairly lousy translation, but that is the way it is) ”Death of the Virgin” Btw, her girlfriend and lover, Hagar Olsson, is also pretty good. --- From one anglo-american point of view angelfire.com Edith Södergran was born in the Finnish village Raivola on April 4, 1892. Finns, Swedes and Russians lived in close proximity in this village, fifty kilometers northwest of St. Petersburg on the Baltic sea. -- The serene natural environment one encounters in her poetry was the scene of exploding grenades, machine-gun fire and terrible bloodshed. Edith had heard machine-guns sputtering in Raivola in 1918 during the mutual slaughter of the red and white guards. That is, Bless Ayn Rand and her objective Remington-Rand-personal solutions..