Pied Piper (was Why I Hate Madonna-Losers can never be pleased

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Hello Nora,

 

The Pied Piper story is a great image of young people feeling the

magic of a charismatic performing artist.

 

It seems to me that there are interesting parallels between the Pied

Piper and Sri Krishna. What do you think about this?

 

Om Shantih

Colin

 

, "NMadasamy" <nmadasamy@s...>

wrote:

>

> Hello tangchikhay, thank you. Eventually you have decided to join

> in.

>

> tangchikhay wrote:

>

> "It's quite amusing to see this article being posted in one of

> the world's most unlike places - a Hindu group honoring the

Mother

> Goddess"

>

> Good you should come here more often. We even post on how to cook

> pudding rice once. [ rememeber that Devi Bhakta ! lol!] and I

posted

> on World Cup Fever. So nothing is odd in Devi's group. She is

> everything. See weather you can surprise us with other topics?

>

> "What is a funnier trait among losers, mainly non-white races

> (p.s. I am a chinaman and therefore this insults applies to me

> equally) is that it is apparant that we are just impossible to be

> pleased. If Madonna would wear a bindu, a sari, we hurl at her

for

> exploiting our culture or "exotifying" south asian culture, and if

> she would don a cheong sam with a pair of jade bracelets, she's to

> be blame for perpetuating the Chinese courtesan stereotype, and

blah

> blah blah ... "

>

> I remember somewhere sometime back about a University [ sorry I

> forgot which one ] have started a subject called : Madonnalogy . A

> subject specially to study this Madonna phenomenon. When I read

> about it, I thought : those people are crazy, now after reading

all

> those messages here about Madonna in our group, I began to

> understand. Just imagine if she can invoke such strong feelings of

> hatred and dislike from spiritual person like Lili Masamura, what

> others emotions have she stirred in others. It is interesting to

> study them yes!

>

> As soon as I read Lili Masamura messages, I remembers a poem I

used

> to recite long time ago : The Pipe Piper. It is a long poem but

> allow me to post the last few verses, for I thought its really

> beautiful and sad.

>

> XII.

>

> Once more he stept into the street

> And to his lips again

> Laid his long pipe of smooth straight cane;

> And ere he blew three notes (such sweet

> Soft notes as yet musician's cunning

> Never gave the enraptured air)

> There was a rustling that seemed like a bustling

> Of merry crowds justling at pitching and hustling,

> Small feet were pattering, wooden shoes clattering,

> Little hands clapping and little tongues chattering,

> And, like fowls in a farm-yard when barley is scattering,

> Out came the children running.

> All the little boys and girls,

> With rosy cheeks and flaxen curls,

> And sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls,

> Tripping and skipping, ran merrily after

> The wonderful music with shouting and laughter.

>

> XIII.

>

> The Mayor was dumb, and the Council stood

> As if they were changed into blocks of wood,

> Unable to move a step, or cry

> To the children merrily skipping by,

> ---Could only follow with the eye

> That joyous crowd at the Piper's back.

> But how the Mayor was on the rack,

> And the wretched Council's bosoms beat,

> As the Piper turned from the High Street

> To where the Weser rolled its waters

> Right in the way of their sons and daughters!

> However be turned from South to West,

> And to Koppelberg Hill his steps addressed,

> And after him the children pressed;

> Great was the joy in every breast.

> ``He never can cross that mighty top!

> ``He's forced to let the piping drop,

> ``And we shall see our children stop!''

> When, lo, as they reached the mountain-side,

> A wondrous portal opened wide,

> As if a cavern was suddenly hollowed;

> And the Piper advanced and the children followed,

> And when all were in to the very last,

> The door in the mountain-side shut fast.

> Did I say, all? No! One was lame,

>

> What does The Pipe Piper got to do with Madonna. Not sure, but

when

> I read Lili messages about Madonna, The Pipe Piper comes into my

> mind. I saw the rats :

>

> You heard as if an army muttered;

> And the muttering grew to a grumbling;

> And the grumbling grew to a mighty rumbling;

> And out of the houses the rats came tumbling.

> Great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats,

> Brown rats, black rats, grey rats, tawny rats,

> Grave old plodders, gay young friskers,

> Fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins,

> Cocking tails and pricking whiskers,

> Families by tens and dozens,

> Brothers, sisters, husbands, wives---

> Followed the Piper for their lives.

> From street to street he piped advancing,

> And step for step they followed dancing,

> Until they came to the river Weser,

> Wherein all plunged and perished!

>

>

> Perhaps that is why I kinda of like Madonna. I have all her CDS

and

> I still listen and watch her music videos. And when my daughter

> asked: Who's that girl? I remarked: A girl who is daring.