JSTOR. William Blake - The complete works. Demetri Martin creates a 224-word palindrome poem :: Culture :: News. Some of the important things Martin discusses in his new stand-up show: honey bears, the differences between guts and balls and religious-strife among rats. Rodents, religion and genital activity are also showcased in Martin's poem, below, for your viewing pleasure: "Dammit I'm Mad" Dammit I’m mad. Evil is a deed as I live. God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt. To be not one man emanating is sad. Alas, it is so late. Man, it is hot. I am not a devil. Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp, In my halo of a mired rum tin. I erase many men. Is evil in a clam? No. Rats peed on hope. Be still if I fill its ebb.
Ew, a spider… eh? We sleep. Deep, stark cuts saw it in one position. Part animal, can I live? Both, one… my names are in it. Murder? A hymn I plug, deified as a sign in ruby ash, A Goddam level I lived at. On mail let it in. Oh, sit in ample hot spots. A loss it is alas (sip). Name not one bottle minus an ode by me: “Sir, I deliver. Le Grand Palindrome. Trace l'inégal palindrome. Neige. Bagatelle, dira Hercule. Le brut repentir, cet écrit né Perec. L'arc lu pèse trop, lis à vice-versa. Perte. Cerise d'une vérité banale, le Malstrom, Alep, mort édulcoré, crêpe porté de ce désir brisé d'un iota. Ivre il bat, la turbine bat, l'isolé me ravale: le verre si obéi du Pernod -- eh, port su! Ce rêve se mit -- peste! L'écho fit (à désert): Salut, sang, robe et été. Fièvres. Adam, rauque; il écrit: Abrupt ogre, eh, cercueil, l'avenir tu, effilé, génial à la rue (murmure sud eu ne tire vaseline séparée; l'épeire gelée rode: Hep, mortel ?)
Litige. Ressac. Hasard repu, tel, le magicien à morte me lit. Hep, Oceano Nox, ô, béchamel azur! Le cèdre, malabar faible, Arsinoë le macule, mante ivre, glauque, pis, l'air atone (sic). Tu, désir, brio rimé, eh, prolixe nécrophore, tu ferres l'avenir velu, ocre, cromant-né? Rage, l'ara. Et nier téocalli ? Cave canem (car ce nu trop minois -- rembuscade d'éruptives à babil -- admonesta, fil accru, Têtebleu! Foudre. In Depth - In Depth: Salman Rushdie - Book TV. The Leipzig Connection - The Sabotage of American Education by German Experimental Psychology - Paolo Lionni. Chapter 1. A New Domain "Wilhelm Maximilian Wundt was born in 1832 in Neckarau, in a small town in southern Germany. Wundt entered the university at Tubingen when he was 19, transferred to Heidelberg after half a year, and graduated as a medical doctor from the university in 1856.
He stayed on at Heidelberg for the next seventeen years, working first as a professor's assistant, and later as a professor himself, in the field of psychology. Psychology, at that time, meant simply the study (ology) of the soul (psyche), or mind. " "In 1874, Wundt left Heidelberg to take a position as professor of philosophy at Zurich. He stayed there for only a year, and then accepted a chair in philosophy at the University of Leipzig, in Germany. "Those are some of the vital statistics. "To Wundt a thing made sense and was worth pursuing if it could be measured, quantified, and scientifically demonstrated. "Wundt asserted that man is devoid of spirit and self-determinism. (end of chapter 1) Chapter 2. New edition of 'Huckleberry Finn' to lose the 'n' word.