Thursday, February 07, 2008

The Quote

The quote on the Feb 1 post is from "Mein Kampf" written by Adolf Hitler.
So what, you say?
What about people today who tell you such things?

Slick promises mean nothing.
Results are the thing to watch.

I have no idea what that might mean to today's political situation.
Do you?


I'm on my way downtown again.
For some reason I find these jaunts exciting.
Even though I don't do much but walk around and look at stuff.
I guess it's that it seems to have more promise of adventure.
Not that I'd actually want what most adventures bring, i.e. trouble to be overcome.
But sometime pleasant things happen.
Running into people I know.
Just ordering coffee.
Watching folks rummaging the streets looking for the solutions to their woes.
Catching odd bits of conversation.

Stuff like that.

Some exercise.

Out of the stuffy house.

Gazing at the strange empty space between 2nd and 3rd / University and Union.

Looks like a good spot for a parking garage.



Blogger butch said...

The "empty lot" that you stare at so intently, reminds me of when Dave Beck tore down the old Liberty Theater on First Avenue in 1955 in order to make room for a parking lot. Those coordinates seem familar, enit?

Benaroya Hall is located in the heart of downtown Seattle directly across 2nd Avenue from the Seattle Art Museum. Benaroya Hall is bounded on the north by Union Street, and on the south by University Street; on the east by 3rd Avenue and on the west by 2nd Avenue.

It is perhaps a good thing that you are not King of Seattle, or the SSO would be on the streets, homeless, witless, desperate, downtrodden, repentent, and like that.

Mein Kampf (English: My Struggle) is a book by the German-Austrian Nazi dictator Adolf Hitler, which combines elements of autobiography with an exposition of Hitler's National Socialist political ideology. Volume 1 of Mein Kampf was published in 1925 and volume 2 in 1926

A poster shows that Hitler originally wanted to call his forthcoming book "Viereinhalb Jahre [des Kampfes] gegen Lüge, Dummheit und Feigheit" (Four and a Half Years [of Fighting] Against Lies, Stupidity and Cowardice). Hess is said to have suggested the much shorter "Mein Kampf" (often translated as “My Struggle”, or "My Campaign"; its meaning could also be conveyed as “My Fight”); this has also been attributed to Max Amann, Hitler’s publisher.

Though Hitler had received many visitors earlier on, he soon devoted himself entirely to the writing (or rather the dictation) of the book. As Hitler continued, he realised that it would have to be a two-volume work, with the first volume scheduled for release in early 1925. The prison governor of Landsberg noted at the time that "he [Hitler] hopes the book will run into many editions, thus enabling him to fulfill his financial obligations and to defray the expenses incurred at the time of his trial."

Once released from prison on December 20, 1924, Hitler moved back to the picturesque mountainous climes of the Obersalzberg, to which he had been introduced by his mentor Dietrich Eckart, who had been at Landsberg with Hitler for a few weeks (imprisoned for eighteen months for his role in the putsch) before his health failed and he was released. By day, Hitler dictated his second volume of Mein Kampf to Eckart before sleeping, first at a room in the nearby Hotel Pension Moritz and later a rented cottage just a stone’s throw away from Haus Wachenfeld, over which he would later construct his Berghof as chancellor of Germany.

On July 15, 1925, Franz Eher Nachfolger, later to become the publishing house of the NSDAP, released Mein Kampf: Eine Abrechnung (A Retrospect) at a run of a mere 500 copies. Though by no means popular, people were said to have contacted Eher asking for a larger run, which resulted in the publication of a second edition of the first volume in mid-1926. The second volume, Die Nationalsozialistische Bewegung (The National Socialist Movement) was released in December 1926.

While Hitler was in power (1933–1945), Mein Kampf came to be available in three common editions. The first, the Volksausgabe (People’s Edition), featured the original cover on the dust jacket and was navy blue underneath with a gold swastika eagle embossed on the cover. The Hochzeitsausgabe (Wedding Edition), in a slipcase with the seal of the province embossed in gold onto a parchment-like cover was given free to marrying couples. In 1940, the Tornister-Ausgabe was released. This edition was a compact, but unabridged, version in a red cover and was released by the post office for parents and partners to send to loved ones at the front. These three editions contained both volumes one and two in the same book.

There was also a special edition published in 1939 in honor of Hitler's 50th birthday. This edition was known as the Jubiläumsausgabe (Anniversary Issue). It came in both dark blue and bright red boards with a gold sword on the cover. This work contained both volumes one and two. It was considered a deluxe version relative to the smaller and more common Volksausgabe.

The book could also be purchased as a two volume set during Hitler's time in power and was available in softcover and hardcover. The soft cover edition contained the original cover (as pictured at the top of this article). The hardcover edition had a leather spine with cloth covered boards. The cover and spine contained an image of three brown oak leaves.

Interesting that Anonomann did not zero in on the Prussian and Fascist sentiments in the quote. But you are damned bang on as to your allegorical reference to the quote and how our "modern politics" under George W. Bushler, including the gestapo tactics of Homeland Security, the fascist use of force to rig elections, the rape of the common man and the diefication of wealthier men, the unjust modern Crusade in the Holy Land, the bent knee to the God of Petroleum, the ill-gotten trillions that Bushler and his henchmen have nested away for their rainy day, that is acoming--all this can be traced back to Hitler, Mussolini, and Franco; the flag waving, the gay bashing, the waterboarding, the Patriot Act, and everything else we have endured for 7 very long years--it is all related. Quite astute of you, Sir Savant to find those parallels, and how wonderfully tricky you are to lay that Hitler quote out there and let us flounder with our guesses.

Maybe one day soon though we will have a black President, or a female one, or the pair of them in the Oval Office. The janitor here at the office said, "Obama cannot be President. He would be assassinated in the first week." Now that is some scary shit being spewed out by someone whose IQ matches his bowling average; which is 69.

As to your spirited forays into the inner sanctum of Seattle, to the bowels, the guts of downtown--we all look forward to those jaunts, to being informed of the trials, concerts, altercations, chance encounters, lessons, studying, library time, coffee and cookie consumption, the lovely women, the ugly women, the buzz on the bus, the weather--and all the rest of it. It is reminescent of those beach forays that Alex takes. It is the tiny things you, as an artist and philosopher, notice, and share that brightens up my gray day, that stimulates my already nearly overactive or even radioactive imagination. So you keep having those "adventures", and we will keep reading about them.

it is wonderful to hear that your musical compositions are coming on strong and often. It is the mark of a true artist, such as yourself, that your creativity just continues to ripen, to blossom, and to burst forth more regularly the more often you practice using it.

One of my office mates, Ann, had to fly to Florida yesterday. Her parents were in a car wreck, and her mother was killed. We are all wearing dour sadness on our faces around here. The stuff of drama, of strife, or surprise, is always just around the corner, just out of sight. None of us are immune to it. Like when a 28 year old actor like Heath Ledger can just "die" and shock us so. (Although I think like Paul Newman's son who died so young, it was the lethal mix of pharmaceuticals and God knows what that did the deed probably).


9:55 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

If Sir Paul McCartney can make his attempt at composing classical music, and force people to listen to it, can't Doug Palmer write some rock and roll that people would be interested in?

Hell, you can even use some of my old melodies. I would love to have you channel my stuff out there for the masses. Even here, on the other side of the veil, rap music pisses everyone off. It is not music, except metaphorically, like steam pipes make music, and animals defecating, and loose aluminum siding banging on a house, or an open shutter in the wind, or a monkey farting is considered music.

Your music is cool, Dougie. It really gets with it. I could listen to it like all day and all night; which is precisely what I do by the way. You were my number one fan when I was out there kicking it with the rest of you, and now Emily and I are over here holding up banners and signs, and anxiously awaiting your first CD.

Hitler was an evil asshole, that's for sure, but how will history record Bushler (as Butch calls him)? By the way, on this side, Hitler is a bell hop, and he still looks real sharp in his uniform. He is a rotten servant, of course, but he is fated to "serve others" for eternity and a day; serves the little German prick right.

Maybe you should consult your pal, Bill Gates, who will put up the dough for the PALMER PALACE OF THE ARTS, and have him use his unfluence to help bring down SSO, and possibly the infamy of its regime. Maybe you should build the PALMER PALACE right there where Benaroya once stood.

Eddy Emerald

10:06 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hallo, Lane!
You refer to "parking garage"; Hitler's "poetry" is more like "parking garbage"!!
-- Anonomann

3:55 PM  

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