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Happy Birthday, William.

Peter

How can anything sound so good but make so little sense?
The Beatles.
They say it's your birthday
It's my birthday too, yeah
They say it's your birthday
We're gonna have a good time
I'm glad it's your birthday
Happy birthday to you

Ah, Ah, Ah, Come on, Come on

Yes we're going to a party party
Yes we're going to a party party
Yes we're going to a party party

I would like you to dance (Birthday)
Take a cha-cha-cha-chance (Birthday)
I would like you to dance (Birthday)
Dance yeah

Oh, Come on

I would like you to dance (Birthday)
Take a cha-cha-cha-chance (Birthday)
I would like you to dance (Birthday)
Oh dance! Dance

They say it's your birthday
Well it's my birthday too, yeah
They say it's your birthday
We're gonna have a good time
I'm glad it's your birthday
Happy birthday to you

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Happy Birthday ...

Thoughts, go your way home.

Embrace, depths of the soul and the sea.

In my view, it is stupid to be always serene.

My cabin is the worst of all cabins -
All night above me
Thuds a smithy of feet.

All night, stirring the ceiling’s calm, dancers stampede to a moaning motif:

“Marquita,
Marquita,
Marquita my darling, why won’t you,
Marquita, why won’t you love me …”
But why

Should Marquita love me?!
I have no francs to spare.

And Marquita (at the slightest wink!) for a hundred francs she’d be brought to your room.

The sum’s not large - just live for show -
No, you highbrow, ruffling your matted hair, you would thrust upon her a sewing machine, in stitches scribbling the silk of verse.

Proletarians arrive at communism from below - by the low way of mines, sickles, and pitchforks -
But I, from poetry’s skies, plunge into communism, because without it I feel no love.

Whether
I’m self-exiled or sent to mamma - the steel of words corrodes, the brass of the brass tarnishes.

Why, beneath foreign rains, must I soak, rot, and rust?
Here I recline, having gone oversea, in my idleness barely moving my machine parts.

I myself feel like a Soviet factory, manufacturing happiness.

I object to being torn up, like a flower of the fields, after a long day’s work.

I want the Gosplan to sweat in debate, assignning me goals a year ahead.

I want a commissar with a decree to lean over the thought of the age.

I want the heart to earn its love wage at a specialist’s rate.

I want the factory committee to lock

My lips when the work is done.

I want the pen to be on a par with the bayonet;
and Stalin to deliver his Politbureau reports about verse in the making as he would about pig iron and the smelting of steel.

“That’s how it is, the way it goes …
We’ve attained the topmost level,climbing from the workers’ bunks:

in the Union of Republics the understanding of verse now tops the prewar norm …”

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****Gosplan https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gosplan

The State Planning Committee, commonly known as Gosplan (Russian: Госпла́н, pronounced [ɡɐsˈplan]),[1] was the agency responsible for central economic planning in the Soviet Union. Established in 1921 and remaining in existence until the dissolution of the Soviet Union in 1991, the main task of Gosplan involved the creation and administration of a series of five-year plans governing the economy of the USSR.

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Sheesh, Adam. Can't you be subtle like me? Again, Happy Birthday William! Thanks for the informative links. I wonder who William would vote for in our election? Should we let Canadians vote here since they are almost here? Ai! Would Sanders gain two percent since there are so few Canadians?

Peter

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Happy Birthday ...

Thoughts, go your way home.

Embrace, depths of the soul and the sea.

In my view, it is stupid to be always serene.

My cabin is the worst of all cabins -

All night above me

Thuds a smithy of feet.

All night, stirring the ceiling’s calm, dancers stampede to a moaning motif:

“Marquita,

Marquita,

Marquita my darling, why won’t you,

Marquita, why won’t you love me …”

But why

Should Marquita love me?!

I have no francs to spare.

And Marquita (at the slightest wink!) for a hundred francs she’d be brought to your room.

The sum’s not large - just live for show -

No, you highbrow, ruffling your matted hair, you would thrust upon her a sewing machine, in stitches scribbling the silk of verse.

Proletarians arrive at communism from below - by the low way of mines, sickles, and pitchforks -

But I, from poetry’s skies, plunge into communism, because without it I feel no love.

Whether

I’m self-exiled or sent to mamma - the steel of words corrodes, the brass of the brass tarnishes.

A Hall of Fame moment for me, Adam. My first dedicated poetic pitchforking. I deserve that. And it in turn deserves the Sarah Palin Poetry Club treatment. Marquita, Marquita, Marquita. I screamed. Without communism I feel no love. I screamed again.

Happy Birthday William! Thanks for the informative links. I wonder who William would vote for in our election? Should we let Canadians vote here since they are almost here? Ai! Would Sanders gain two percent since there are so few Canadians?

Appreciate the kind thoughts, Peter, it is a very happy birthday in the hellhole. As to Canadians voting in the USA ...

No, no, no. Preserve your Republic.

If I were American I would kind of vote like a Washington or Oregon or Alaska wobblie, or a fisherman. My heart was born in Prince Rupert, just a short hop from Alaska, and all my formative years were spent in wet, mountainous places. I would vote locally for the reformer, always. I would organize an Objectivist Party in my riding, and run for the BC legislature, and fail. If we were America too, then I would hope to caucus with whoever looked like they were going to have the most fun.

More seriously, if I were voting, I would vote for a younger person. Clinton and Trump can kiss my ass. They are too old. If it were a Clinton/Trump contest, I would abstain. If Cruz is not stomped out in Iowa, I would vote for Cruz again and again and again, as many times as I was entitled to. My 96 year-old great aunt in Seattle is I think committed to Rubio of all people. If he survives the slaughter, I guess I could be driven to the polls and forced to touch the screen. What will my choices be?

In Iowa, I would want to pick a winner, and go party afterwards with people I know, so I would caucus Trump. They have good doughnuts.

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