"In the early morning on the lake sitting in the stern of the boat with his father rowing, he felt quite sure that he would never die."
-- Ernest Hemingway, Indian Camp
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"The house was built on the highest part of the narrow tongue of land between the harbor and the open sea."
-- Ernest Hemingway, Islands In the Stream
(If anyone were to be declared the best writer of opening sentences, it would be Hemingway, hands down.)
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"What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun."
-- Ecclesiastes 1:9, The Bible
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"When I try to analyze my own cravings, motives, actions and so forth, I surrender to a sort of retrospective imagination which feeds the analytic faculty with boundless alternatives and which causes each visualized route to fork and refork without end in the maddeningly complex prospect of my path."
-- Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
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"We are shaped and fashioned by what we love."
-- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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"All the world's a stage
And all the men and women merely players
They have their exits and their entrances
And one man in his time plays many parts"
-- William Shakespeare
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"There's only one rule I know of: goddamn it, you've got to be kind."
-- Kurt Vonnegut
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"Be regular and orderly in your life, so that you may be violent and original in your work."
-- Gustave Flaubert
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Stargazing
words by Andy Weaver
She keeps trying
to show me Orion,
pointing to his belt
in the night sky,
and I try to picture him
-- but I've never been much
of a hunter, for food
or for love,
for that matter.
Now, Auden may be right,
poetry might make nothing happen,
but when she points
I think of Roethke,
how he wrote he measured time
by the swaying of a body
and I know
I measure something
older and far more still
by how three distant suns
can balance
on the tip of her finger.
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Even after all this time
The sun never says
to the Earth
"You owe me."
Look what happens
with a love like that,
It lights the
whole sky.
-- Hafiz
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"Our greatest pretenses are built up not to hide the evil and the ugly in us, but our emptiness. The hardest thing to hide is something that is not there."
-- Eric Hoffer, Passionate State of Mind
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"When you look into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you."
-- Friedrich Nietzsche
^^ I like this one because it's just a rephrasing of Newton's Third Law ^^
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"A man with one watch knows what time it is; a man with two watches is never quite sure."
-- Lee Segall
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"Even a clock that does not work is right twice a day."
-- Polish Proverb
Corps.
- Aoshie
- Fantasy, Florida, United States
- I am a traveler, but I'm just along for the ride. As a dear friend put it, "It's all for the hell of it." I want to share my poetry. I want to take pictures and share them with you. Now, about yourself?
Friday, April 15, 2011
Joining the Crew
AN ATTEMPT TO PIECE TOGETHER THE PLOTLINE OF LAST NIGHT'S DREAM
I am about to set sail. We're heading to the West Indies. I believe these will be reocurring posts. My dreams have become more and more erratic lately, and ever since I was "at" my 20-year high school reunion riding an automatic bull while eating French fries, dismayed by the terminal children watching through their windows from the second story, talking to my 7th grade teacher trying to have a serious conversation, but not wanting to look like a suck-up, I decided that I shall start recording my dreams. Our goal is lucid dreaming, I believe. A universe our mind creates. We stumble our way through, always, but learning how to control how you feel when trapped in the inevitable hallucination of our horrible id, we must sit, be quiet, and listen. When I Met the Walrus, he said it's all about peace, man. Libya? Revolution's going to end terribly: tens of thousands dead, and for what? Back to you, Thomas ...
"I'm selling it all to buy it all. I just made two stacks of all the videogames I've ever played: one, games I want to keep; the other, games I am going to attempt to sell. I wish I knew which method got a playa more cash. Should I sell them on eBay or Amazon? Take pictures of them all, then put them in arbitrary groups of three to sell, in order to trick the buyer. Soliciting, that's what it is. Final Fantasies 6, 7, 8, 9, and 12 would never be in that second stack, though!"
"Well, hey, I would go with eBay! Wonderful, Tom, I hope you have a great day / Was what I was trying to say / When she cut me this / and she cut me that / she gonna gonna cut me cut me / F'ar her alimony check / big wuh-zhaaa! kee-poahw jdf!~
I'm going to travel around the world. I want to join the Peace Corps. hahhh, I just want to help people, but what a cliché thing to say. "Clichés aren't real," Tom piped up. "Men shower in a stall in prison, and there's a guard at each stall. It's just bullshit when people joke around about that."
"Jesus, Tom, it was just a joke. You can't focus on that life anymore! You know, Shakespeare said--"
"I don't give a FUCK what Shakespeare said, Pat! God dammit! Get the hell over here before I throw something at your face! It'll be lethal and you sure as hell know it! Where are my pornos?! WHERE ARE THE GODDAMN PORNOS?!?!"
The lights went out. Pat knew this was his chance. He crossed his arms downward across his chest to grab the polyester cloth and pull it upward, his head through its convenient(ly-sized) hole. He unbuttoned the slacks he bought earlier in the day, let them fall lightly ... and ran. He was trying to ram into Tom, to take out some anger about being trapped in an abusive relationship, alpha vs. beta. He knew he would never win, though; he ain't a tough fucker. And when the lights came back on, they were already done. Tom didn't need the light to force Pat, to submit him.
After staring him straight in the eyes for several minutes, Pat secretly terrified, but physically stoic, Tom stormed off, turned the storm off, put on his white noise headphones, melted away into the ether pasture. He OD'd that night. Pat tried CPR, but never paid attention when they taught him in school. What a relief that it had chosen him this way. It was only fate. It was only destiny. The thing that upset Pat the most was how little he cared that his long-time lover had died. 'Who will hit me now?"
Pat was also worried about the private insvestigators that were sure to come ringing now to next Thursday, so he booked it out of town on a bus with a bottle of orange vodka in a backpack. $500, Jacksonville ... just don't cross the state line and don't buy from blind dealers. They sure as hell DO know how to aim a gun ... Jesus Christ ...
I am about to set sail. We're heading to the West Indies. I believe these will be reocurring posts. My dreams have become more and more erratic lately, and ever since I was "at" my 20-year high school reunion riding an automatic bull while eating French fries, dismayed by the terminal children watching through their windows from the second story, talking to my 7th grade teacher trying to have a serious conversation, but not wanting to look like a suck-up, I decided that I shall start recording my dreams. Our goal is lucid dreaming, I believe. A universe our mind creates. We stumble our way through, always, but learning how to control how you feel when trapped in the inevitable hallucination of our horrible id, we must sit, be quiet, and listen. When I Met the Walrus, he said it's all about peace, man. Libya? Revolution's going to end terribly: tens of thousands dead, and for what? Back to you, Thomas ...
"I'm selling it all to buy it all. I just made two stacks of all the videogames I've ever played: one, games I want to keep; the other, games I am going to attempt to sell. I wish I knew which method got a playa more cash. Should I sell them on eBay or Amazon? Take pictures of them all, then put them in arbitrary groups of three to sell, in order to trick the buyer. Soliciting, that's what it is. Final Fantasies 6, 7, 8, 9, and 12 would never be in that second stack, though!"
"Well, hey, I would go with eBay! Wonderful, Tom, I hope you have a great day / Was what I was trying to say / When she cut me this / and she cut me that / she gonna gonna cut me cut me / F'ar her alimony check / big wuh-zhaaa! kee-poahw jdf!~
I'm going to travel around the world. I want to join the Peace Corps. hahhh, I just want to help people, but what a cliché thing to say. "Clichés aren't real," Tom piped up. "Men shower in a stall in prison, and there's a guard at each stall. It's just bullshit when people joke around about that."
"Jesus, Tom, it was just a joke. You can't focus on that life anymore! You know, Shakespeare said--"
"I don't give a FUCK what Shakespeare said, Pat! God dammit! Get the hell over here before I throw something at your face! It'll be lethal and you sure as hell know it! Where are my pornos?! WHERE ARE THE GODDAMN PORNOS?!?!"
The lights went out. Pat knew this was his chance. He crossed his arms downward across his chest to grab the polyester cloth and pull it upward, his head through its convenient(ly-sized) hole. He unbuttoned the slacks he bought earlier in the day, let them fall lightly ... and ran. He was trying to ram into Tom, to take out some anger about being trapped in an abusive relationship, alpha vs. beta. He knew he would never win, though; he ain't a tough fucker. And when the lights came back on, they were already done. Tom didn't need the light to force Pat, to submit him.
After staring him straight in the eyes for several minutes, Pat secretly terrified, but physically stoic, Tom stormed off, turned the storm off, put on his white noise headphones, melted away into the ether pasture. He OD'd that night. Pat tried CPR, but never paid attention when they taught him in school. What a relief that it had chosen him this way. It was only fate. It was only destiny. The thing that upset Pat the most was how little he cared that his long-time lover had died. 'Who will hit me now?"
Pat was also worried about the private insvestigators that were sure to come ringing now to next Thursday, so he booked it out of town on a bus with a bottle of orange vodka in a backpack. $500, Jacksonville ... just don't cross the state line and don't buy from blind dealers. They sure as hell DO know how to aim a gun ... Jesus Christ ...
Zszislaw Beksinski - 1978
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A lonely man walks a lonely wolf
Beneath the brazen moon
These are lifeless reeds
And the towering abbatoir
Overlooks us
From Babel-esque heights
...
Choked by the smog
I couldn't manage to see
If I wanted
Gouged eyes
-- Lifeless
Unwavering
...
A face hangs in the sky
Its third eye
Jubilant & Bright
Above these Roughest waves
Of solipsistic consternation
...
The Crumbling cityscape
Floated Above
Virulent Cyclones
As we caught a glimpse
Of blue
Blue Sky
...
...
1929 - 2005
A lonely man walks a lonely wolf
Beneath the brazen moon
These are lifeless reeds
And the towering abbatoir
Overlooks us
From Babel-esque heights
...
Choked by the smog
I couldn't manage to see
If I wanted
Gouged eyes
-- Lifeless
Unwavering
...
A face hangs in the sky
Its third eye
Jubilant & Bright
Above these Roughest waves
Of solipsistic consternation
...
The Crumbling cityscape
Floated Above
Virulent Cyclones
As we caught a glimpse
Of blue
Blue Sky
...
...
1929 - 2005
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