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systemd-cgls

Langue: en

Version: 09/14/2010 (fedora - 01/12/10)

Section: 1 (Commandes utilisateur)

NAME

systemd-cgls - Recursively show control group contents

SYNOPSIS

systemd-cgls [OPTIONS...] [CGROUP...]

DESCRIPTION

systemd-cgls

recursively shows the contents of the selected Linux control group hierarchy in a tree. If arguments are specified shows all member processes of the specified control groups plus all their subgroups and their members. The control groups may either be specified by their full file paths or are assumed in the systemd control group hierarchy. If no argument is specified and the current working directory is beneath the control group mount point /sys/fs/cgroup shows the contents of the control group the working directory refers to. Otherwise the full systemd control group hierarchy is shown.

OPTIONS

The following options are understood:

--help

Prints a short help text and exits.

EXIT STATUS

On success 0 is returned, a non-zero failure code otherwise.

SEE ALSO

systemd(1), systemctl(1)

AUTHOR

Lennart Poettering <lennart@poettering.net>

Developer
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No rhymes)" was just the title, and I only read that far.

That was because I felt like some old agent-of-the-Czar
When a plotter swims within the scope of his exertions,
And I was scared this hothead would start hedging his assertions
Before I had him dead-to-rights. (A Chekan's or a SMERSHian's
Lot, you know, is not a happy one.) He might retract.

A liar is a liar is a liar. That's his act.
But six distinct demonstrable defiances-of-fact
Before he hits line one? That's taking aim at the World's Record.
I wanted this quark-colored tangerine-flake double-deckered
Omnibus of absurdities to make it to the checkered
Flag. He started fast, but could he forge on? Was he s e r i o u s?

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And lies to burn. Poor lies, in no wise deep or deleterious.
He drove them home like thumb (or rather tooth nail fist and chin) tacks.
He planted Cosmic Glints to make you whimper for a glint-axe.
"Unconstellated words rain down...inexorable syntax"
Etcetera Etcetera.

It's not that I'd set up,
Like Carrie Nation beating back the drunkard from his cup,
To scourge the world of liars. I'd as soon be Offissa Pup.
I'd sooner hassle fetishists and call myself a bra-narc.

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I'd send a Deluge down, with one-way tickets on the Non-ark
For lying priests and pedagogues. They make a feller's fez hurt.
But whom does Keats's whopper about corpulent Cortez hurt?
Or any poet's whopper? If he wants to say the Desert
Is made of pea-green camambert, hell, welcome to the circle.

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Listen to the leaves or listen to a percolator perkle.
As long as he can grind em out, a dozen-or-so a month,
We'll praise him to the nth degree, and to the n-plus-1th.
He could have called the thing "Fifth. Sixth. Eighth. Ninth. Twelfth.
Baker's dozenth"
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As long as his flimflammeries have brio and have breadth
And don't come on like nursery-nannies pushing early to bedth
To three-year-olds with jingles about Health and Wealth and Wisdom.

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Do that, and sure as malheur is the better part of Msdom,
Sententiousness will sidle in with snapshots in his wallet
To lay a little something on us camels: some small strawlet
Of Wisdom, say, or Beauty. Take this poem now. I call it
"Width. Rhombus. (see Lozenge.) Glacier. Despot. Fortnight. Bilge."
I t o l d myself: "No overkill. Go easy on the bilge."
But then. T u e u r is human. And what rhymes with bilge is bilge.

-- Starbuck, George