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Excerpts from T.S. Eliot’s First Draft of The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock Written While He Was Deliriously Hungry

by Eric Feezell

Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky,
Like a ham sandwich etherized upon a table.

* * *

In the room women come and go
Talking of Michael and Jell-O …
* * *

Pep Talk

by David Galef

Polish Fact

Polish Government in Exile
Bolesław Wieniawa-Długoszowski (September 1939)
Władysław Raczkiewicz (1939 - 1947)
August Zaleski (1947 - 1972)
Stanisław Ostrowski (1972 - 1979)
Edward Raczyński (1979 - 1986)
Kazimierz Sabbat (1986 - 1989)
Ryszard Kaczorowski (1989 - 1990)

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Der Tog nokh der Morgn.
The Day after Tomorrow.

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Literary Pismire
Monday, January 9, 2006   |    Shreek of the Week of the Day

That Crazy Casbah Sound

clashcombatrock.gif“Rock the Casbah” by the Clash, from the album Combat Rock.
Second week of July, 1982.

“Rock the Casbah” is, hands down, the Clash’s worst song. It’s funny and interesting and it’s got cool sound effects and it’s sort-of-but-not-really offensive—which are all good things—but it’s not actually good in any way. It’s shit. You love it and so do I, but it is not aurally pleasing. And it’s completely un-Clash-like. I don’t know what it is— punk-rock-funk-soul-disco fusion? That sounds like a recipe for crap. Give me “Lost in the Supermarket” any day. The best thing about the song are the lyrics I’d been mistakenly hearing for years. Joe Strummer, quite Britishly, garbles his articles, so until they invented the Internets, I (rightly) believed the song was a tale of an Arab sheik’s fatwah against rock music that (wrongly) gave a shout-out to Omar Sharif (who doesn’t like it) and the grammatically incorrect, non-sequiturial declaration of Jewish dietary laws: “Pigs is not kosher.” (Dang.) It’s kind of disappointing to learn the lyrics are only about a sheik bombing discos.

Anyway, I remember hearing that G.I. D.J.s played the song over G.I. Radio as the first bombs over Baghdad were dropped in the Gulf War, which only makes me wonder if OutKast’s “B.O.B.” inaugurated the sequel. Probably. Sigh.

Best moment: The freakin’ laser beams (@ 2:32).

Nifty, breathy electronica cover: “Rock the Casbah” by Solar Twins, from the Brokedown Palace soundtrack.

Catchy but stupid mashup: “Clash Killers” by Party Ben (The Killers’ “Somebody Told Me” vs. the Clash’s “Rock the Casbah”)