On Wednesday, October 29, 2003, at 12:48 PM, Brian Siano wrote:
>I was in the area of Koch's yesterday, and stopped by the
>still-under-construction coffeehouse on the 4300 block of Locust. They
>said "We'll be open tomorrow, sir."
Cool!
There is also a new Coffeehouse under construction next to the FIT Gym
in the 4400 block of Chestnut. When last I spoke with the proprietors
(September), they were expecting to open some time in November.
Just how much coffee can a UC Yuppie consume??? Oh, and BTW, what sinister Market Forces are obstructing the opening of Le Mandingue? Hmmmm?
FAT black bucks in a wine-barrel room, Â
Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable, Â
Sagged and reeled and pounded on the table, Â
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A deep rolling bass.
Pounded on the table, Â
Beat an empty barrel with the handle of a broom, ÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂ5
Hard as they were able, Â
Boom, boom, BOOM, Â
With a silk umbrella and the handle of a broom, Â
Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, BOOM. Â
THEN I had religion, THEN I had a vision. ÂÂ10
I could not turn from their revel in derision. Â
THEN I SAW THE CONGO, CREEPING THROUGH THE BLACK, Â
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More deliberate. Solemnly chanted.
CUTTING THROUGH THE JUNGLE WITH A GOLDEN TRACK. Â
Then along that riverbank Â
A thousand miles ÂÂ15
Tattooed cannibals danced in files; Â
Then I heard the boom of the blood-lust song Â
And a thigh-bone beating on a tin-pan gong. Â
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A rapidly piling climax of speed and racket.
And "BLOOD" screamed the whistles and the fifes of the warriors, Â
"BLOOD" screamed the skull-faced, lean witch-doctors, ÂÂ20
"Whirl ye the deadly voo-doo rattle, Â
Harry the uplands, Â
Steal all the cattle, Â
Rattle-rattle, rattle-rattle, Â
Bing! ÂÂ25
Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, BOOM," Â
A roaring, epic, rag-time tune Â
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With a philosophic pause.
>From the mouth of the Congo Â
To the Mountains of the Moon. Â
Death is an Elephant, ÂÂ30
Torch-eyed and horrible, Â
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Shrilly and with a heavily accented meter.
Foam-flanked and terrible. Â
BOOM, steal the pygmies, Â
BOOM, kill the Arabs, Â
BOOM, kill the white men, ÂÂ35
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Like the wind in the chimney.
HOO, HOO, HOO. Â
Listen to the yell of Leopold's ghost Â
Burning in Hell for his hand-maimed host. Â
Hear how the demons chuckle and yell Â
Cutting his hands off, down in Hell. ÂÂ40
Listen to the creepy proclamation, Â
Blown through the lairs of the forest-nation, Â
Blown past the white-ants' hill of clay, Â
Blown past the marsh where the butterflies play:â Â
"Be careful what you do, ÂÂ45
Or Mumbo-Jumbo, God of the Congo, Â
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All the o sounds very golden. Heavy accents very heavy. Light accents very light. Last line whispered.
And all of the other Â
Gods of the Congo, Â
Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you, Â
Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you, ÂÂ50
Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you."
--Vachel Lindsay
Ross Bender
http://rossbender.org
