Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
calling NY's most elligble bachelors!
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
The Winter of our Sweaty Tent
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Sobibor Uprising
Up until the hour that had been set for the outbreak of the revolt,
life in the camp continued as usual. Except for the underground members,
the vast majority of the prisoners in the camp did not know what was about
to happen. The first stage of the revolt was also carried out as planned:
between 16:00 and 16:30 hours, eleven SS men who had been called to the
workshops were killed, among them the commander of the camp,
Untersturmfu"hrer Niemann. These were all the SS people in the camp that
day, save for one--Frantzel--who was called to the workshops but did not
come. The operation in Camp 1 was run by Pechorsky, while Feldhendler
commanded the operation in Camp 2. The telephone and electric lines were
cut, and the motor vehicles immobilized. The blacksmiths' group removed
six rifles from the Ukrainian guard room, and these were handed over to the
underground. (Pechowsky, op.cit., p.54; testimony of Blat, op.cit., p.81;
Rutkowski, p.35; Stanislaw Shmeizner, "Me-Opole le-Sobibor," Sobibor,
op.cit., p.65.) All of these activities were carried out without the
Ukrainians at their posts or in the guard towers being aware of what was
happening.
At 16:45 Positzka and Czepik began assembling all the prisoners into
roll-call formation. At that point the rest of the prisoners sensed that
something was afoot, but they still did not know what. According to the
plan, the prisoners of war and the members of the underground, some of them
armed, took up position in the front rows. The operation plan was now
disrupted. A truck that had arrived from outside the camp appeared in Camp
2 and came to a halt near the building of the camp headquarters. The
driver, Oberscharfu"hrer Bauer, spotted a dead SS man lying there and then
saw a prisoner running from the building. He immediately opened fire on
him. (Testimony of Biskowitz, Eichmann's Trial.) At the same time the
commander of the Ukrainian guard, a Volksdeutsche from the Volga area,
appeared at the roll-call square. The insurgents attacked him and killed
him with ax blows. The rest of the prisoners became panic-stricken. The
Ukrainian guards, who now realized what was happening, opened fire. At
that point Pechorsky decided not to wait until all the prisoners were
assembled, as planned, and instead began stage two of the revolt. With
cries of Come on! Hurrah! the insurgents broke toward the gate and the
fences, and from that moment on there was no control over what happened.
Some of the insurgents broke open the main gate and escaped from there
southwest toward the woods. Another group broke through the fences north
of the gate. The first of this group triggered the mines, were wounded and
killed, but the others who crossed the area where the mines had already
exploded, managed to flee, as they stepped over the bodies of their
comrades.
from: http://www.jewishvirtuallibrary.org/jsource/Holocaust/resistyad.html
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Isabella's recommended reading '08
BOYS AND MURDERERS BY HERMANN UNGAR
extremely bleek. eastern european. I bought it at the kafka museum. enough said.
extremely bleek. eastern european. I bought it at the kafka museum. enough said.
THE WORM IN THE BUD: THE WORLD OF VICTORIAN SEXUALITY
BY RONALD PEARSALL
it's absolutely terrifying how little has changed. An emotional rollercoaster with some very esoteric sex jokes along the way.
BY RONALD PEARSALL
it's absolutely terrifying how little has changed. An emotional rollercoaster with some very esoteric sex jokes along the way.
GEORGE & MARTHA BY KAREN FINLEY
A dramatization of a sexual encounter between Martha Stewart and George W. Bush, written by legendary feminist performance artist Karen Finley. As a Victorian might say: not for
the faint of heart
A dramatization of a sexual encounter between Martha Stewart and George W. Bush, written by legendary feminist performance artist Karen Finley. As a Victorian might say: not for
the faint of heart
Hmm....
Murder Sonnet?!
The poetry career was doomed from the get-go. My creative spirit is too literal.
I never thought It’d come to this:
A stifled cry, a stolen kiss.
With something unmistakably amiss
I’ll cross your name off every list.
I won’t pick up if some one calls
I’ll watch my back. The ears have walls,
And it seems the man across the hall
Did not hear anything at all
Last night around ten PM
When I begged for you to let me in
And whispered from Corinthians
About how true love never ends.
Your heart was like a sticky wicket.
My heart is dust. Looks like you bit it.
As always, there is a Lynchian Undercurrent to the Pleasure Club's 2013 Leisure Romp
In other news, can orientalist pop passion permeate the frosty feminist heart of Vagihad?
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Saturday, October 4, 2008
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