Tuesday, May 6, 2014
Plato
“Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.”
Monday, May 5, 2014
JRR Tolkien (1892-1973)
“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.”
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.”
Andre Gide (1869-1951)
“It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not.”
Sunday, May 4, 2014
Meng Chiao (751-814)
Complaints
Let’s compete with our tears,
let them pour into a lotus pond;
then we’ll wait this year and see
whose flowers drown in salt water.
let them pour into a lotus pond;
then we’ll wait this year and see
whose flowers drown in salt water.
Jodi Picoult
“You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not.”
Saturday, May 3, 2014
Ernest Hemingway (1899-1961)
“When people talk, listen completely. Most people never listen.”
— Ernest Hemingway
Tomas Transtromer
The Half-Finished Heaven, Tomas Transtromer
Despondency breaks off its course.
Anguish breaks off its course.
The vulture breaks off its flight.
The eager light streams out,
even the ghosts take a drink.
And our paintings see daylight,
our red beasts of the ice-age studios.
Everything begins to look around.
We walk in the sun in hundreds.
Each man is a half-open door
leading to a room for everyone.
The endless ground under us.
The water is shining among the trees.
The lake is a window into the earth.
(trans Robin Fulton)
Anguish breaks off its course.
The vulture breaks off its flight.
The eager light streams out,
even the ghosts take a drink.
And our paintings see daylight,
our red beasts of the ice-age studios.
Everything begins to look around.
We walk in the sun in hundreds.
Each man is a half-open door
leading to a room for everyone.
The endless ground under us.
The water is shining among the trees.
The lake is a window into the earth.
(trans Robin Fulton)
Friday, May 2, 2014
Donald Stabler (poetry)
Impediments of angels the bare wire influence, the divine
art of serene birds, elephants and apples,"Hose the dire
credence over ice and parfait like a chimp or chump sucker
in a motion plower flower, choke!!",the band beats up the
try, a sunny day in Harlequin you dust flowers over pin
head aphrodisiacs,"Bolt has me by the throat, it creams!!"
art of serene birds, elephants and apples,"Hose the dire
credence over ice and parfait like a chimp or chump sucker
in a motion plower flower, choke!!",the band beats up the
try, a sunny day in Harlequin you dust flowers over pin
head aphrodisiacs,"Bolt has me by the throat, it creams!!"
Wei Ying-wu (737-791)
Alone at Night at My Monastic Residence: To Secretary Ts’u
The recluse is in bed but not asleep
leaves are falling in flurries
a cold rain makes the late night darker
fireflies are gone from the tower
the blue flames of dawn are no help
I still suffer from a thin summer robe
I didn’t realize the year was so lateor living apart was so lonely
leaves are falling in flurries
a cold rain makes the late night darker
fireflies are gone from the tower
the blue flames of dawn are no help
I still suffer from a thin summer robe
I didn’t realize the year was so lateor living apart was so lonely
Thursday, May 1, 2014
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