July 2011
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All Shall Be Well
Julian of Norwich - from Divine Revelations of Love
“And for the tender love that our good Lord
hath to all that shall be saved,
He comforteth readily and sweetly,
signifying thus:
It is sooth that sin is cause of all this pain;
but all shall be well,
and all shall be well,
and all manner of thing shall be well.”
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Rumi
“Last night you left me and slept
your own deep sleep. Tonight you turn
and turn. I say,
“You and I will be together
till the universe dissolves.”
You mumble back things you thought of
when you were drunk.”
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Virginia Woolf - To The Lighthouse
Time Passes, Chapter 9:
“The house was left; the house was deserted. It was left like a shell on a sandhill to fill with dry salt grains now that life had left it. The long night seemed to have set in; the trifling airs, nibbling, the clammy breaths, fumbling, seemed to have triumphed. The saucepan had rusted and the mat decayed. Toads had nosed their way in. Idly, aimlessly, the swaying...
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T.S. Eliot - East Coker
“In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, or in their place Is an open field, or a factory, or a by-pass. Old stone to new building, old timber to new fires, Old fires to ashes, and ashes to the earth Which is already flesh, fur and faeces, Bone of man and beast, cornstalk and leaf. Houses live and die:...
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Fulcanelli on Alchemy and Knowledge
“The secret of alchemy is this: there is a way of manipulating matter and energy so as to produce what modern scientists call ‘a field of force’. The field acts on the observer and puts him in a privileged position vis-à-vis the Universe. From this position he has access to the realities which are ordinarily hidden from us by time and space, matter and energy. This is what we...
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The Walrus and The Carpenter - Lewis Carroll
The sun was shining on the sea, Shining with all his might: He did his very best to make The billows smooth and bright— And this was odd, because it was The middle of the night.
The moon was shining sulkily, Because she thought the sun Had got no business to be there After the day was done— “It’s very rude of him,” she said, “To come and spoil the...
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The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock
” And I have known the eyes already, known them all— The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase, And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin, When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall, Then how should I begin To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways? And how should I presume? “
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Gitanjali 82 - Rabindranath Tagore
Time is endless in thy hands, my lord. There is none to count thy minutes.
Days and nights pass and ages bloom and fade like flowers.
Thou knowest how to wait.
Thy centuries follow each other perfecting a small wild flower.
We have no time to lose, and having no time we must scramble
for a chances. We are too poor to be late.
And thus it is that time goes by while I give it to every...
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Bukowski
ariel
oh my god, oh my dear god
that we should end up
on the end of a rope
in some slimy bathroom
far from Paris,
far from thighs that care,
our feet hanging down
above the simplicity
of stained tile,
telephone ringing,
letters unopened,
dogs pissing in the street …
greater men than I
have failed to agree with Life.
I wish you could have met my brother, Marty:
vicious, intelligent,...
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Gitanjali 13 - Rabindranath Tagore
The song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day.
I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument.
The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set;
only there is the agony of wishing in my heart.
The blossom has not opened; only the wind is sighing by.
I have not seen his face, nor have I listened to his voice; only I
have heard his gentle footsteps...
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Gitanjali 84 - Rabindranath Tagore
It is the pang of separation that spreads throughout the world
and gives birth to shapes innumerable in the infinite sky.
It is this sorrow of separation that gazes in silence all nights from
star to star and becomes lyric among rustling leaves in rainy darkness of July.
It is this overspreading pain that deepens into loves and desires,
into sufferings and joy in human homes; and this it is...
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Issa Haiku
露の世は露の世ながらさりながら Tsuyu no yo wa tsuyu no yo nagara sari nagara The world of dew —A world of dew it is indeed,And yet, and yet …
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Bukowski
Consummation of Grief
I even hear the mountains
the way they laugh
up and down their blue sides
and down in the water
the fish cry
and all the water
is their tears.
I listen to the water
on nights I drink away
and the sadness becomes so great
I hear it in my clock
it becomes knobs upon my dresser
it becomes paper on the floor
it becomes a shoehorn
a laundry ticket
it becomes
cigarette...
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ee cummings
since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world
my blood approves, and kisses are a better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers. Don’t cry —the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids’ flutter which says
we are for each other: then laugh, leaning back in my...
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