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    Nature and art, they seem to shun each other
    Goethe trans. John Irons

    Nature and art, they seem to shun each other
    Yet in a trice can draw back close once more;
    The aversion’s gone too that I felt before,
    Both equally attract me, I discover.


    An honest effort’s all that we require!
    Only when we’ve assigned art clear-cut hours,
    With full exertion of our mental powers,
    Is nature free our hearts once more to inspire.


    Such is the case with all forms of refinement:
    In vain will spirits lacking due constraint
    Seek the perfection of pure elevation.


    He who’d do great things must display restraint;
    The master shows himself first in confinement,
    And law alone can grant us liberation.



    I prefer the German version of this much more. Is that a sign this 1800 poem needs another translation? I doubt John Irons is translating all these to begin with. I'll post my translation when I make it so the people who don't speak German can know what classical German poetry is supposed to sound like compared to the common quality of translation.

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    Did you know Salvador Dalí invented Pokémon? Salvador Dalí definitely invented Pokémon. Here's the entire passage minus pictures from 50 Secrets of Magic Craftsmanship where Dalí invents Pokémon:


    Nevertheless, in former times magic has often dealt with concrete recipes. But mine is incomparably superior, thanks to Sigmund Freud and to the advances that have been made in the young morphological sciences, and especially thanks to Dali who, besides being unique, knows things which no one knows today, which were not known in the Middle Ages either, though that was an age when men felt their way in the dark amid dazzling treasures of intuition and superstition. Men have attempted to interpret dreams, and even to guide them, but never yet have men attempted to use sleep to guide and to control artistic creation which is to be executed in a waking state. Rather than discuss my recipes, which are not to be found written in any book in the world, it would be wiser to test them, and this is what I do. For these recipes are not the product of surrealist fantasies.

    They are very elementary and simple recipes at the disposal of any apprentice painter. It is easy also to smile at the apparent childishness of my “finds.” But consider Newton's apple or Columbus's egg. As for me, let me tell you that I sleep very soundly on the fact that posterity will some day accord much more importance to my three white, round sea perch eyes than to the egg of Columbus himself. And not only because each one of the former is worth three of the latter. Just consider this: Columbus's egg is a myth, whereas my three little balls are a discovery. He who laughs last laughs best!

    The painter is above all one who likes this and who does not like that. His eye lives only by sympathies and antipathies, by continual affinities, relations and choices. This is known as “having taste.” The painter is one who, among all the “paint-able” things which exist in the world, chooses as a subject a piece of bread on the corner of a table, a woman pouring milk into a crock, a certain man holding a red carnation between his fingers, or the betrothal of the virgin. The painter is one who, among the limitlessness of colorations, limits himself to only a few of them with fanatical constancy.

    Painter, you will therefore surely be obliged at the very beginning of your work to decide: for on your white canvas it will not be given to you to paint the entire universe. You must choose a small part of it and nevertheless, in this small part, you will have to make felt all the antipathies of the entire universe.

    Begin, then, by knowing that according to the Dalinian aesthetic, the tulip is a horrid thing next to celluloid, that sardines, if they go beyond a certain size, become a banality, that the crayfish is the most admirable architecture that exists, and that the form which best goes with it is that of the onion, and that if this form is done in silver and placed next to the crayfish the effect will be excellent, for nothing is more sympathetic than silver and crayfish. Know also that the orange combined with lettuce is a moral monstrosity and that this monstrosity becomes even greater at the approach of a storm. I tell you all this in order to help you to discover for yourself and in order that you may begin to find your own way and to choose amid the cosmic complexity of the world which surrounds you.

    But in this connection listen for a moment to J.-B. de Porta, who had great knowledge of these matters:

    "Thus there are in animals, in plants and generally in all species having occult properties a same passion which the Greeks call sympathy and antipathy and which we more commonly call attraction and aversion. For certain ones of these join and embrace one another sympathetically, while others on the contrary have an aversion and an antipathy to one another without our being able to assign the true reason for this sympathy or this antipathy.

    "And yet this reason exists, for nature has formed no thing without giving it its creator, and there is nothing in the hidden things of nature which does not have a secret and special property. Empedocles, struck by the marvels which he saw before his eyes, affirms that all things were brought into being through struggle and concord, and were dissipated in the same manner. He adds that these two contraries were the seed or the source of all things, that they were to be found in the elements by means of discordant and concordant qualities, as we have expounded above. He continues by saying that the same is true of the bodies of the heavens, alleging as an example that Jupiter and Venus have an attraction to all the other planets, except Mars and Saturn …

    "These things may be seen still more clearly in the books of the astrologers, but they appear even yet more indisputably in the animal kingdom. For example, I will mention man and the serpent, who hate each other with an irreconcilable hatred: so that man, having seen the serpent, suddenly takes fright, and this pernicious creature, presenting himself before a pregnant woman, induces in her a miscarriage and causes her to lose the fruit of her womb. The saliva of a young man likewise has great power, for it will kill scorpions. The crocodile of the Nile and the panther are most cruel animals and most dangerous to man, for the former, attracting him by feigned tears, devours him on the spot, and the other causes him a mortal fright. The Indian rat is pernicious to the crocodile, for nature has given it to the latter as its enemy, so that when this violent animal relaxes in the sun it creates a trap for itself by which it dies. For, perceiving that the crocodile sleeps with its mouth open, thus exposing a monstrous chasm, the rat enters it and slips through the wide throat into the beast's belly. It gnaws its entrails and finally emerges through the belly of the dead creature. However, this animal has no fondness for the spider, and often fighting with the aspic, it dies. The glance of the wolf is also very harmful to man. If the wolf sees the man first, the latter loses his voice, so that even if he wishes to cry out he no longer can, for he is suddenly deprived of the power of speech. But if the wolf feels itself to be observed it becomes silent, its cruelty is diminished and it loses much of its strength. If the wolf bites a horse it is a fact that it will become wonderfully light and fit for running. But if by its fall it comes up against the trace of the wolf it will be all terrorstruck and its legs will become all numb, so Pamphilius assures us.

    "The wolf has a mortal hatred of the lamb, in which it inspires such fear and terror that if garments are made of the skin or of the spun fleece of a sheep killed by a wolf, they will engender more lice than those of another. But also the flesh of sheep that have felt the teeth of a wolf becomes more tender and tasty. The tail and the head of a wolf hung in a sheepfold will cause the creatures to be consumed with regret and melancholy, so that they will leave off grazing in their pasture and implore aid and succor by their pitiful bleating. The dog is the enemy of the wolf and the friend of man. And the latter is also held in affection by the horse. But the horse has as enemies the griffon and the bear.

    "The lion surpasses all animals in generosity, and it frightens all other beasts. But it is frightened by the mere crowing of the cock, especially if it be white, and the rooster's comb also inspires it with terror. The monkey has a horror of the turtle; when it sees one it flees, uttering savage cries. The elephant which is the largest of land animals experiences acute fear upon hearing the grunts of a sow. It is also in continual struggle against the dragon.

    "The cock is indifferent to the elephant and is not afraid of it. It despises that great and heavy mass, but it fears the kite. When an elephant is carried away by fury and cruelty, if it should perceive a sheep it immediately becomes gentle and its impetuosity ceases. By this ruse did the Romans put to flight the elephants of Pyrrhus, the king of the Epirotes, and won a dazzling victory over him. The linnet detests the donkey and fights with it in a strange manner. For when the donkey draws near bushes and shrubs to scratch itself, and in rubbing against the branches threatens to destroy the birds’ nests, the linnet, lest it cause the eggs or the young ones to drop, comes to their rescue and with its beak pecks the soft part of the animal's nostrils.

    "The sparrow-hawk is the greatest enemy of doves, but these are protected by the kestrel, whose voice and glance frighten the sparrow-hawk. Thus they never stray far from the kestrel, in whom they have full confidence. The rook and the owl are perpetually at war; they spy on each other's nests and eat the little ones which they find in them. The owl operates at night, but the rook works by day and has more strength than its enemy. The weasel is the enemy of the crow, and the kite cannot endure the presence of the crow. The strength of the kite resides above all in its claws, which are very hard.

    "The red woodpecker likes neither the heron nor the yellow hammer, the crow hates the buzzard, the wasp is the relentless enemy of the horse and of the donkey. When the donkey sleeps in its stable the wasp enters its nostrils and, when it awakens, prevents it from eating. The heron makes war on the eagle, the lark on the fox. Against the eagle a night-flying hawk named cibidus wages furious warfare; bent upon extermination, they kill one another.

    "The aquatic animals also war on one another continually The conger and the lamprey, for example, eat each other's tails Spiny lobsters have a horror of octopi, which envelop them with their powerful tentacles and choke them. There is also in the ocean a small worm, similar to the scorpion, large as a spider, which with its stinger penetrates under the fins of a fish named thinnis and presses them in such a fashion that, overcome with pain and rage, it jumps on board the ships which sail in its vicinity.

    "The cabbage and the vine are pernicious to each other, for although the vine, by its curling tendrils, will usually wind itself around all objects, nevertheless it eschews the cabbage and the repugnance which it feels for this vegetable is such that, sensing the cabbage near it, it turns in the other direction, as though someone had warned it that its enemy is in its neighborhood. And this is also worthy of note: while cabbage is cooking, if you put a little wine in the vessel in which it is cooking, the cabbage will not cook properly and will not keep its color. Nor can the vine endure the laurel, because by its order it affects its quality adversely. The hellebore and the hemlock are, as is known, dangerous to man. Yet it is to be noted that quail eat the one and starlings the other.

    "The ferula is a most agreeable fodder for the donkey, but it is a cruel poison for other beasts, which it promptly kills. Which is why this animal is dedicated to Bacchus, even as is the ferula. If the scorpion crawls at the base of the aconite it is overcome with terror and promptly becomes numb. There is an herb named cerastis, the virtue of which is such that if you rub its grain between your hands the scorpion will do you no harm, but you may on the contrary crush it at your leisure. Cats will not touch birds which have grains of wild rue under their wings. The weasel which wishes to do battle with a serpent also fortifies itself by arming itself with this plant. The lion if it brushes against the branches or the leaves of the holly oak at once becomes very fearful. If the wolf touches an onion it loses its strength, which is the reason why foxes habitually cover and line their holes with them. The leaves of the plane tree repel bats, hence storks fill their nests with them, in order to preserve themselves from their attacks.

    "The birds which are called harpae seek out ivy, rooks verbena, the thrush myrtle, the partridge reed, the heron carline, the lark dog's teeth, which has given rise to these verses:

    In the gracious lustre of the dog's teeth herb
    The lark builds its home and its repose assures.

    "Swans wishing their young to come forth bring vitex, or agnus castus, into their nests.
    "But if we have told of things contrary or harmful, how much more marvelous shall we find those which are agreeable and beneficent! If I have said that the serpent is the enemy of man, I shall note on the contrary that the lizard loves and cherishes him and that it rejoices in his sight. And indeed what animal is more friendly to man than the dog, who caresses him even to licking his saliva? And among aquatic animals, what is more friendly than the dolphin: so much so that it has appropriately been named philanthropos, and it is well known, according to Appion, that it is subject to love. As Theophrastus relates, dolphins have been known to fall madly in love, so much so that on seeing pretty little children navigating along the shore in boats they have suddenly become entranced by them. The fox lives on good terms with the serpent. Peacocks are fond of doves. Blackbirds, thrushes and parrots quickly fall enamoured of turtledoves. Ovid speaks of this in the following verses:

    And the green bird sighs with love
    For the night-black turtledove.

    "Rooks are fond of herons and come to one another's aid against the insolence of foxes, their common enemy. There is the same familiarity and the same mutual aid among fish who live in schools. There is for example a real friendship between the whale and a small fish of the size of a gudgeon, which it freely allows to swim before it to serve as its guide, and this little creature it will follow as the one to which it owes the safety of its life. And when the one rests, the other rests, and when the one resumes its course the other does likewise and is entirely subservient to it.

    "Thus also, in the vegetable kingdom, vines are fond of elms and poplars, so much so that they grow magnificently in their proximity. For, married in wedlock, as it were, the vines send out their tendrils, climb daintily and embrace the branches of these trees, to the point where they can no longer detach themselves, which is not the case for other trees. Palm trees cherish one another with a vehement love. They languish for one another and are so titillated by amorous desire that they bow their tufted heads toward one another and interlace their fronds in a sweet and loving attachment. And if, being planted next to one another, they are joined by a cord, they will embrace with mutual caresses and revel in the sweet gifts of Venus, and joyously will lift the foliage of their graceful crowns. The planters have a remedy for this amorous madness, which we shall relate further on, a remedy by the aid of which this extravagant love is extinguished, and the tree henceforth is rendered fruitful. Leontius also speaks of the ardent desire which these trees exhibit and bases himself on what the ancients had said on the subject. Carnal desire, he says, is so great and so lively in the palm tree that the female will relinquish her amorous desire only when the beloved male has consoled her. If her love-yearning is not assuaged, she dies—a fact well known to the agricultural expert. Accordingly, having provided himself with the remedy which is required in order that he may know and recognize the one to which she desires to be joined in marriage, he goes and seeks out all the male palms which surround the languishing female palm, and having touched one, he puts his hand to the passionate loving palm, and so he does with one after another. And when he feels that his hands are grazed as by a kiss, he thereby recognizes that the palm announces that her desire is assuaged, and she waves her sweet and gracious crown. Then the prudent husbandman goes and plucks flowers from the trunk of the male and therewith crowns the head of the lady-love who, thus laden with her lover's gift, bears fruit and, rejoicing in this pledge of love, becomes fecund. The fruit will not ripen on the female palm if the husband's pollen is not sprinkled on her.

    "The olive tree and the myrtle also have a great affection for each other, as Androcius relates, the branches of the latter interlacing with the olive tree's, and their roots wrapping around one another. Hence no other tree is planted near the olive tree, except the myrtle. It is, in fact, the enemy of the fig tree and even of all other trees. The myrtle also likes to be near the pomegranate tree, for if they are planted next to each other they become more fertile and abundant. If the pomegranate is grafted on the myrtle it bears more heavily. So Didymus assures us. There are also several other trees which become sterile if a post is not driven into the ground near them or if the male tree is not right close to them. The shoot of the wild olive tree counteracts sterility in the domestic olive tree.

    "Between roses and lilies there is a secret sympathy, so that in growing side by side they help and benefit one another and produce more delicate and fragrant blooms. Where the squill is planted all other plants do exceptionally well, just as all kinds of vegetable herbs are favored in their growth if rocket is planted close to them. Cucumbers have as great an attraction for water as they have an aversion for oil. The rue is never so handsome as under the shade of the fig tree, or even grafted into the latter's bark.

    "The cat rejoices in the presence of verbena, because this plant strengthens its eyes.

    "I think that I may well close this chapter here, for I believe we have amused you, friend reader, more than was mete."

    Now that you have had a glimpse into certain mysteries of sympathy and of antipathy in the world closest to natural magic, you must begin daily to apply these principles to the sensitive impressions of your own eye. For the eye of the painter is a battle field, and at the same time an idyllic prairie. Certain images, in fact, shock the eye while others caress it, some nourish it and others denutrify it, and so on. Consequently, if you wish to make your eye vibrate happily, remembering that your eye will be ceaselessly engaged in choosing, in struggling for holy unity, which is your holy unity, you must creat it with very special care. Since a singer must take care of his throat, how should you not take care of your eye! And there is this difference, that while the vocal chords are viscera which are blind, deaf and without memory, the eye is the persistence of retinal memory in person!


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    "I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
    Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
    Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
    I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

    I hunger for your sleek laugh,
    your hands the color of a savage harvest,
    hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
    I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

    I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
    the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
    I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

    and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
    hunting for you, for your hot heart,
    like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue."

    Pablo Neruda


    “My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.”​ —C.G. Jung

     



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    why not merely the despaired of

    occasion of
    wordshed

    is it not better abort than be barren
    the hours after you are gone are so leaden
    they will always start dragging too soon
    the grapples clawing blindly the bed of want
    bringing up the bones the old loves
    sockets filled once with eyes like yours
    all always is it better too soon than never
    the black want splashing their faces
    saying again nine days never floated the loved
    nor nine months
    nor nine lives



    saying again
    if you do not teach me I shall not learn
    saying again there is a last
    even of last times
    last times of begging
    last times of loving
    of knowing not knowing pretending
    a last even of last times of saying
    if you do not love me I shall not be loved
    if I do not love you I shall not love
    the churn of stale words in the heart again
    love love love thud of the old plunger
    pestling the unalterable
    whey of words
    terrified again
    of not loving
    of loving and not you
    of being loved and not by you
    of knowing not knowing pretending
    pretending
    I and all the others that will love you
    if they love you




    unless they love you



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    Anguished grief, immoderate fury,
    grievous despair, full of madness,
    endless languor and a life of misfortune,
    full of tears, anguish and torment,
    doleful heart, living in darkness,
    wraithlike body on the point of death,
    are mine continually without cease;
    and thus I can neither be healed nor die.

    Harsh disdain, bereft of joy,
    sad thoughts, deep sighs,
    great anguish locked in a weary heart,
    bitter distress endured in secret,
    mournful demeanour without gladness,
    foreboding which dries up all hope,
    are in me and never leave me;
    and thus I can neither be healed nor die.

    Worry and annoyance everlasting,
    bitter waking, troubled sleep,
    I labour in vain, with languid expression,
    destined to grievous torment,
    and all the ill which one could ever
    say or think, without hope of relief,
    torment me immoderately;
    and thus I can neither be healed nor die.

    Princes, pray to God that very soon
    he may grant me death, if he does not wish by any other means
    to remedy the ill in which I painfully languish;
    and thus I can neither be healed nor die.

    - Christine de Pisan (1364-1430)

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    You have a superpower and it’s called empathy.
    And I'm what you desire, like a siren in the night



    Quote Originally Posted by Starfall
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    “My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.”​ —C.G. Jung

     



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    Pentecostal - D. H. Lawrence - 1885-1930

    Shall I tell you, then, how it is?

    There came a cloven gleam,
    Like a tongue of darkened flame,
    To burn in me.

    And so I seem
    To have you still the same
    In one world with me.

    In the flicker of a flower,
    In a worm that is blind, yet strives,
    In the mouse that pauses to listen,

    Glimmers our
    Shadow as well, and deprives
    Them none of their glisten.

    In each shaken morsel
    Our shadow trembles
    As if it rippled from out of us hand in hand.

    We are part and parcel
    In shadow, nothing dissembles
    Our darkened universe. You understand?

    For I have told you plainly how it is.

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    "Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower." -- Albert Camus

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    avoir elle, c'est avoir les étoiles
    (to have her is to have the stars)
    And I'm what you desire, like a siren in the night



    Quote Originally Posted by Starfall
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    One tree is like another tree, but not too much. One tulip is like the next tulip, but not altogether. More or less like people – a general outline, then the stunning individual strokes. Hello Tom, hello Andy. Hello Archibald Violet, and Clarissa Bluebell. Hello Lilian Willow, and Noah, the oak tree I have hugged and kissed every first day of spring for the last thirty years. And in reply its thousands of leaves tremble! What a life is ours! Doesn’t anybody in the world anymore want to get up in the
    middle of the night and
    sing?

    In the beginning I was young and such a stranger to myself I hardly existed. I had to go out into the world and see it and hear it and react to it, before I knew at all who I was, what I was, what I wanted to be. Wordsworth studied himself and found the subject astonishing. Actually what he studied was his relationship to the harmonies and also the discords of the natural world. That’s what created the excitement.

    And whoever thinks these are worthy, breathy words I am writing down is kind. Writing is neither vibrant life nor docile artifact but a text that would put all its money on the hope of suggestion. Come with me into the field of sunflowers is a better line than anything you will find here, and the sunflowers themselves far more wonderful than any words about them.

    Do you think there is anything not attached by its unbreakable cord to everything else? Plant your peas and your corn in the field when the moon is full, or risk failure. This has been understood since planting began. The attention of the seed to the draw of the moon is, I suppose, measurable, like the tilt of the planet. Or maybe not -- maybe you have to add some immeasurable ingredient made of the hour, the singular field, the hand of the sower.

    Understand from the first this certainty. Butterflies don’t write books, neither do lilies or violets. Which doesn’t mean they don’t know, in their own way, what they are. That they don’t know, in their own way, what they are. That they don’t know they are alive – that they don’t feel. That action upon which all consciousness sits, lightly or heavily. Humility is the price of the leaf-world. Vain-glory is the bane of us the humans.

    • Mary Oliver, Upstream


    some bronco,
    somewhere,
    he went,
    ‘no loving for me…
    …no loving for you’
    but then when
    thought the Rainfox,
    for some coronco?

    • sincerely by the artist formerly known as
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    In the very end, civilizations perish because they listen to their politicians and not to their poets.” - Jonas Mekas, IEI

    Imagine an eye unruled by man-made laws of perspective, an eye unprejudiced by compositional logic, an eye which does not respond to the name of everything but which must know each object encountered in life through an adventure of perception. How many colors are there in a field of grass to the crawling baby unaware of 'Green'? How many rainbows can light create for the untutored eye? How aware of variations in heat waves can that eye be? Imagine a world alive with incomprehensible objects and shimmering with an endless variety of movement and innumerable gradations of color. Imagine a world before the 'beginning was the word.” - Stan Brakhage, ILI

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    "Not easy to state the change you made.
    If I'm alive now, then I was dead,
    Though, like a stone, unbothered by it,
    Staying put according to habit.
    You didn't just tow me an inch, no-
    Nor leave me to set my small bald eye
    Skyward again, without hope, of course,
    Of apprehending blueness, or stars.

    That wasn't it. I slept, say: a snake
    Masked among black rocks as a black rock
    In the white hiatus of winter-
    Like my neighbors, taking no pleasure
    In the million perfectly-chisled
    Cheeks alighting each moment to melt
    My cheeks of basalt. They turned to tears,
    Angels weeping over dull natures,
    But didn't convince me. Those tears froze.
    Each dead head had a visor of ice.

    And I slept on like a bent finger.
    The first thing I was was sheer air
    And the locked drops rising in dew
    Limpid as spirits. Many stones lay
    Dense and expressionless round about.
    I didn't know what to make of it.
    I shone, mice-scaled, and unfolded
    To pour myself out like a fluid
    Among bird feet and the stems of plants.
    I wasn't fooled. I knew you at once.

    Tree and stone glittered, without shadows.
    My finger-length grew lucent as glass.
    I started to bud like a March twig:
    An arm and a leg, and arm, a leg.
    From stone to cloud, so I ascended.
    Now I resemble a sort of god
    Floating through the air in my soul-shift
    Pure as a pane of ice. It's a gift."

    ― Sylvia Plath

    “My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.”​ —C.G. Jung

     



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    Quote Originally Posted by ashlesha View Post
    “What I cry out for, like every being, with my whole life, and all my earthly passion, is something very different from an equal to cherish: it is a God to adore. To adore; that means, to lose oneself in the unfathomable, to plunge into the inexhaustible, to find peace in the incorruptible, to be absorbed in defined immensity, to offer oneself to the fire and the transparency, to annihilate oneself in proportion as one becomes more deliberately conscious of oneself, and to give of one’s deepest to that whose depth has no end. Whom, then, can we adore? The more man becomes man, the more will he become prey to a need, a need that is always more explicit, more subtle, and more magnificent—the need to adore.”

    — Teilhard de Chardin
    Or you could just accept that Jesus Christ is lord and savior. He does indeed deserve our adoration after all given the criteria of the quoted tryhard. I mean, if ya gotta "adore" something, might as well adore a thing that loves you enough to die horribly for your eternal sake even if you despise them for doing so.

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    Quote Originally Posted by End View Post
    Or you could just accept that Jesus Christ is lord and savior. He does indeed deserve our adoration after all given the criteria of the quoted tryhard. I mean, if ya gotta "adore" something, might as well adore a thing that loves you enough to die horribly for your eternal sake even if you despise them for doing so.
    LOL. You have not been paying attention to ashlesha's posts, have you. ashlesha talks about church a lot. She's not a level 3 warlock in need of some smiting.

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    Quote Originally Posted by End View Post
    Or you could just accept that Jesus Christ is lord and savior. He does indeed deserve our adoration after all given the criteria of the quoted tryhard. I mean, if ya gotta "adore" something, might as well adore a thing that loves you enough to die horribly for your eternal sake even if you despise them for doing so.
    You are proselytizing to people for their quotes now?


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    Wenn nicht mehr Zahlen und Figuren
    Sind Schlüssel aller Kreaturen
    Wenn die, so singen oder küssen,
    Mehr als die Tiefgelehrten wissen,
    Wenn sich die Welt ins freye Leben
    Und in die Welt wird zurück begeben,
    Wenn dann sich wieder Licht und Schatten
    Zu ächter Klarheit werden gatten,
    Und man in Mährchen und Gedichten
    Erkennt die wahren Weltgeschichten,
    Dann fliegt vor Einem geheimen Wort
    Das ganze verkehrte Wesen fort.

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    Es reden und träumen die Menschen viel
    von bessern künftigen Tagen;
    nach einem glücklichen, goldenen Ziel
    sieht man sie rennen und jagen.
    Die Welt wird alt und wird wieder jung,
    doch der Mensch hofft immer Verbesserung.


    Die Hoffnung führt ihn ins Leben ein,
    sie umflattert den fröhlichen Knaben,
    den Jüngling locket ihr Zauberschein,
    sie wird mit dem Greis nicht begraben;
    denn beschließt er im Grabe den müden Lauf,
    noch am Grabe pflanzt er – die Hoffnung auf.


    Es ist kein leerer, schmeichelnder Wahn,
    erzeugt im Gehirne des Toren,
    im Herzen kündet es laut sich an:
    zu was Besserm sind wir geboren.
    Und was die innere Stimme spricht,
    das täuscht die hoffende Seele nicht.

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    "War does not determine who is right, only who is left"--Pretty much the truth. History is written by the victors and all that.

    "Persons attempting to find a motive in this narrative will be prosecuted; persons attempting to find a moral in it will be banished; persons attempting to find a plot in it will be shot."--How every wannabe writer/author should view their work. Art and expression first, all else second. Sadly, like I say over and over again, they be way more focused on propagandizing their worldview than delivering on a good story or just some honest to God fun in fictional form. Hence why most everything made recently sucks balls harder than a singularity that you've already passed the "Event Horizon" on.

    "I see it all perfectly; there are two possible situations — one can either do this or that. My honest opinion and my friendly advice is this: do it or do not do it — you will regret both."--A good point, but only if you let introspection consume you. Sometimes ya just have to "act". At some point, you simply must do something. It can be nothing, as even that counts as an action really. Yet if you dwell on it long enough you will regret it. Should have said it this way instead of that, should have kept my mouth shut there, etc. You'll regret most everything you've ever done if you analyze it long and hard enough. Know that, acknowledge it, and grow stronger from realizing that truth.

    "I would't know, I've only ever killed Communists"--A quote/feeling I'm sorry to say many will be made to be quite familiar with in the coming decade in regards to what it obviously implies. Wish it wasn't the case but, well, the commies did bring it upon themselves in the end if we're all being honest.

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    “Let your plans be dark and impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt.”
    ― Sun Tzu, The Art of War

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    AWAKENING

    Sleep and slumber, dreams of wonder... weaving,
    morning's vacuum broke the spell
    Pitted pillow, note of parting... leaving,
    'from your friend, a fond farewell'
    Sunrise throbbing, twilight aching... grieving,
    daydreams, flashbacks, nightmares knell
    Pale phantasms, visions sneaking... thieving,
    plot to fill the empty shell

    12 DELIRIA

    1st Delirium: Collapses
    Fractured sky bolts, billows bursting... rumbling,
    heavens tighten, turn the vise
    Horsemen saddle shafts of lightning... tumbling,
    jagged highways must suffice
    Ruptured skyways, hailstones crackling... crumbling,
    naked pearls of paradise
    Toxic tongues of laughter stinging... stumbling,
    ocean buckets choked with ice
    Droplets drumming, thunder muzzled... mumbling,
    washed out whispers pay the price
    Smothered blazes, cinders smoking... humbling,
    ashes shaped in sacrifice

    2nd Delirium: Descents
    Asphalt alleys, ashen faces... frowning,
    blowing bubbles, chewing gum
    Drinking ale from tavern tankards... downing,
    moonlit beads of painted rum
    Stony stars and sea misshapen... drowning,
    humble rivers' rhythms hum
    Apparitions aspirating... clowning,
    diamonds dying, minstrels strum
    Incandescent candles conquered... crowning,
    vacant vapours, cold and numb

    3rd Delirium: Fates
    Tempest turmoil, tapered turrets... holding,
    dungeons, dragons, chains and racks
    Wheels of fortune, Tarot temptress... molding,
    Hangmen, Towers, One Eyed Jacks
    Sand dune castles, cryptic candles... folding,
    warping walls of liquid wax
    Idols colder, combed and coddled... scolding,
    hide in fissures, peek through cracks

    4th Delirium: Lost Souls
    Sunken cities, pilgrims peering... gawking,
    squinting eyeballs, blazing sun
    Janus facing, shepherds chasing... stalking,
    friends embrace before they shun
    Tearooms steaming, tumult teeming... talking,
    lovers listen, poets pun
    Broken stones unanchored, quaking... rocking,
    slipping, falling, one by one
    Beaten pathways, footsteps marking... mocking,
    wedged in webs which spiders spun
    Circus shelters, big tops tumbling... locking,
    people pacing, soon they're none
    Numbered exits, zeros numbing... knocking,
    midnight daylight's days undone
    Moon blood shackles, shivers shaming... shocking,
    starlight striders streaking, stun
    Hushed but harried hermits waiting... walking,
    restless rainbows on the run
    Pixies, elves, and echoes bouncing... balking,
    fading fast when dawn's begun
    Bantum butterflies are flitting... flocking
    sometimes conquered, overrun
    Hocus pokus, seers focus... squawking,
    voodoo wavered, witchcraft won

    5th Delirium: Introspection
    Sundown furnace, fires fading... coughing,
    dusky dew drops drain the air
    Empty chalice, sipped in silence... quaffing,
    thirsting shadows unaware
    Looking glass and lattice scorning... scoffing,
    local loser gapes and stares
    Faces covered, dancing naked... doffing,
    peering inside, hope despairs

    6th Delirium: The Void
    Tales of taboos, mystic mythos... missing,
    windows shuttered, bolted door
    Kindled candles, tongues and anvils... hissing,
    heavy hammers, echoes roar
    Dark deceivers, raven charmers... kissing,
    draging demons from the shore
    Hopeless hollows filled with doubters... dissing
    standing empty - nevermore

    7th Delirium: Searching
    Martyred monks haunt runic ruins... waiting,
    banging broken bells below
    Vaulted hallways, voided voices... grating,
    churning Chinese chimes aglow
    Granite graveyards, spectres spooking... skating,
    blackened bushes, roses grow
    Midget dwarfs seek mutant migrants... mating,
    packing parcels, ice and snow

    8th Delirium: Nighttime
    Throbbing drumheads, fingers blazing... steaming,
    coins of copper, beggars plea
    Rusty residues of resin... streaming,
    opal amber filigree
    Orphan shades in shallow shadows... teeming,
    steeping twigs in twilight tea
    Cloister doorsteps, Prophets gaming... scheming,
    tracing tracks of destiny
    Blacksmiths blanching, horseshoes glowing... gleaming,
    partially sheathed in black debris
    Phantoms feigning, nightmares scathing... screaming,
    dusty dreamers drifting free

    9th Delerium: Emptyness
    Water wheels in wastelands... turning,
    drowning relics in the slum
    Rumpled rags of fashioned burlap... burning,
    lit by bandits blind and dumb
    Pastured prisons, ponies bridled... yearning,
    forest fairies under thumb
    Sounds inside of cauldrons coughing... churning,
    blaring bugles, tattooed drum

    10th Delirium: Alienation
    Rain unravelling, wistfully weeping... falling,
    treacle trickling, fickle sky
    Mushrooms sprinkled, visions sprouting... sprawling,
    seagulls drowning, dolphins die
    Rabble gasping, spirits broken... crawling,
    lonely lonesome swallows cry
    Babbling brooks and breakers ebbing... bawling
    puppies paddle, puppets sigh
    People passing ripple past me... calling,
    rainbow colours, collars high
    Chaos seething, lepers looting... stalling,
    stealing stallions on the sly
    Pencils pausing, scholars scrambling... scrawling,
    scratching scribbles, asking why

    11th Delirium: Jetsam
    Silver sails sway pallid pirates... prowling,
    Jolly Rogers, wind and sound
    Parrots perching, tattered feathers... fouling,
    tethered talons, tied and bound
    Shipwrecked foghorns, trumpets stranded... howling,
    spiral springs of time unwound
    Magic moonlight, shimmers shaking... scowling,
    burnt out matchsticks washed aground
    Prairie wolfs, coyotes calling... yowling,
    witching hours, midnight hounds
    Tightrope walkers, grizzlies grunting... growling,
    seeking islands, lost and found

    12th Delirium: Relief
    Slumber shattered, vapours captive... haunting,
    chained in mirrors, breaking free
    Scarlet skylines, daylight dawning... daunting,
    rivers rushing to the sea
    Silence softens, sandmen whisper... wanting,
    piercing rafters, turning keys
    Shadows shudder, notions fluster... flaunting,
    moonbeam bullets meant for me
    Mind in migraine, meadows trembling... taunting,
    sparrows speak in harmony

    REAWAKENING

    Pitter patter, teardrops paling... pearling,
    salting scarves in secret drawers
    Mist amongst us, smoke rings rising... curling,
    climbing from the ocean floors
    See-saw circles, senses swerving... swirling,
    swept away with silver oars
    Courtyard jesters, sceptres twisting... twirling,
    push the past to foreign shores
    Passing pangs of passions heaving... hurling,
    burning bridges, closing doors
    Roses wither, icons waning... whirling,
    time decays and time restores


    Lost Love Deliria
    Terry O’Leary

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    wear your scars like tattoos
    let them remind you of all
    the times you could’ve died,
    but survived the heartache and pain
    the world endured.

    - N. Sammak
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    Quote Originally Posted by Starfall
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    "A clan does not bring forth a demigod,
    Does not produce a monster unforeseen;
    Only a line of good or evil men,
    Bring happiness or terror in the end."

    — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

    @mu4 @Grendel Thanks for reminding me of this in Shoutbox. (This will probably be my signature once I make my OC avatar and everyone else makes theirs or has theirs made by someone who does art.)

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    Alexander Pushkin
    The Poet and the Crowd

    "Procul este, profani." ["Away, profaners!" -- Horace]

    The poet's absent-minded hand
    Strummed the inspired lyre. He sang on
    While unenlightened folk around,
    Expressions proud and coldly frowned,
    Listened with meaningless attention.
    And the crass rabble questioned thus:
    "To what end is his tuneful singing?
    With earfuls of this soulful ringing,
    To what goal is he leading us?
    Where is the lesson in his chanting?
    Our hearts both breaking and enchanting,
    Oh waywardmost of sorcerers,
    Your song is freer than the breeze,
    But just as fruitless. Tell us please,
    Where's the utility to us?"

    The Poet

    Be silent, senseless mob, grunt not,
    Wage worker, slave to care and want,
    I cannot stand your cheeky rant!
    Worm of the earth, not son of heaven,
    Utility's what you believe in,
    Your judgment is inane and hollow:
    You weigh the torso of Apollo,
    Yet in his form you see no good.
    That marble is a god! So what?
    You much prefer your cooking pot,
    Because therein you cook your food!

    The Rabble

    No, Sir! If you are heaven's chosen,
    Not someone who's a dime a dozen,
    Use divine gifts as it befits:
    Conduits for useful benefits!
    Correct with verse your brethren's hearts,
    For we are cowardly, ungrateful,
    Sly, foolish, wicked, shameless, hateful,
    Slaves, liars, targets for your dart.
    We are cold castrates of the heart!
    Berate us then, our vice to lessen,
    Loving thy neighbor. We too may love you
    If you instill in us your lesson
    The while we have a listen of you.

    The Poet

    Away with you! The peaceful poet
    Cares not for your stupidity!
    The lyre cannot revive your lot:
    Persist in your depravity.
    Each of you frightens like a coffin.
    Think of the plethora of fine things
    You've used to exercise your vileness:
    Whips, prisons, axes; – enough, madmen!
    Since on your sidewalk townfolk walk,
    Sweeping it clean is useful work,
    Yet do you ask the altar priests
    To ply the broom and sweep the streets?
    No, not for mundane trepidation,
    Nor mortal gain, nor battleground,
    But we were born for inspiration,
    For prayerful and wondrous sound.

    Translated from the Russian by Philip Nikolayev



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    No gods, no kings, only man.

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    “I kissed him passionately, I even wanted to bruise him, so that he would not be able to forget me.”

    -Françoise Sagan
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    Quote Originally Posted by Starfall
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    ...But what you don't know is that that sweater is not just blue, it's not turquoise. It's not lapis. It's actually cerulean.
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    Found

    ONCE through the forest
    Alone I went;
    To seek for nothing
    My thoughts were bent.
    I saw i' the shadow
    A flower stand there
    As stars it glisten'd,
    As eyes 'twas fair.
    I sought to pluck it,--
    It gently said:
    "Shall I be gather'd
    Only to fade?"
    With all its roots
    I dug it with care,
    And took it home
    To my garden fair.
    In silent corner
    Soon it was set;
    There grows it ever,
    There blooms it yet.
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    streaming above me like the graph of a cry.

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    i was the ocean
    you wanted rivers
    i was the moon
    you chased the stars
    And I'm what you desire, like a siren in the night



    Quote Originally Posted by Starfall
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    Quote Originally Posted by coeruleum View Post
    Ne!!!!
    And I'm what you desire, like a siren in the night



    Quote Originally Posted by Starfall
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    Quote Originally Posted by flames View Post
    Ne!!!!
    I'm not sure what concealing a weapon in a silly way has to do with social justice but whatever you say.

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    KING
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    STREET
    SWEEPER
    .BUT EVERYBODY
    DANCES WITH
    ......
    ...THE
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    The Man-Moth
    BY ELIZABETH BISHOP
    Man-Moth: Newspaper misprint for “mammoth.”


    Here, above,
    cracks in the buildings are filled with battered moonlight.
    The whole shadow of Man is only as big as his hat.
    It lies at his feet like a circle for a doll to stand on,
    and he makes an inverted pin, the point magnetized to the moon.
    He does not see the moon; he observes only her vast properties,
    feeling the queer light on his hands, neither warm nor cold,
    of a temperature impossible to record in thermometers.


    But when the Man-Moth
    pays his rare, although occasional, visits to the surface,
    the moon looks rather different to him. He emerges
    from an opening under the edge of one of the sidewalks
    and nervously begins to scale the faces of the buildings.
    He thinks the moon is a small hole at the top of the sky,
    proving the sky quite useless for protection.
    He trembles, but must investigate as high as he can climb.


    Up the façades,
    his shadow dragging like a photographer’s cloth behind him
    he climbs fearfully, thinking that this time he will manage
    to push his small head through that round clean opening
    and be forced through, as from a tube, in black scrolls on the light.
    (Man, standing below him, has no such illusions.)
    But what the Man-Moth fears most he must do, although
    he fails, of course, and falls back scared but quite unhurt.


    Then he returns
    to the pale subways of cement he calls his home. He flits,
    he flutters, and cannot get aboard the silent trains
    fast enough to suit him. The doors close swiftly.
    The Man-Moth always seats himself facing the wrong way
    and the train starts at once at its full, terrible speed,
    without a shift in gears or a gradation of any sort.
    He cannot tell the rate at which he travels backwards.


    Each night he must
    be carried through artificial tunnels and dream recurrent dreams.
    Just as the ties recur beneath his train, these underlie
    his rushing brain. He does not dare look out the window,
    for the third rail, the unbroken draught of poison,
    runs there beside him. He regards it as a disease
    he has inherited the susceptibility to. He has to keep
    his hands in his pockets, as others must wear mufflers.


    If you catch him,
    hold up a flashlight to his eye. It’s all dark pupil,
    an entire night itself, whose haired horizon tightens
    as he stares back, and closes up the eye. Then from the lids
    one tear, his only possession, like the bee’s sting, slips.
    Slyly he palms it, and if you’re not paying attention
    he’ll swallow it. However, if you watch, he’ll hand it over,
    cool as from underground springs and pure enough to drink.

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    “People always tell me that this is possible, that that is impossible. But do we understand anything about the workings of fate?”

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    “There is perhaps no phenomenon which contains so much destructive feelings as “moral indignation,” which permits envy or hate to be acted out under the guise of virtue. The “indignant” person has for once the satisfaction of despising and treating a creature as “inferior,” coupled with the feeling of his own superiority and rightness.” - Erich Fromm

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    great quote^

    today one of the most loved politician around here, a typical right wing ignorant, went around the poor neighborhoods of my city, ringed the intercom of some immigrant families, and with a face like his ass, asked "do you sell drugs?"

    *vomit*

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    "Tradition is not the cult of ashes, it is custody of the fire"

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