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Post by 12YearsABlob on Sept 25, 2018 22:23:05 GMT
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Post by 12YearsABlob on Sept 25, 2018 22:24:30 GMT
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Post by 12YearsABlob on Sept 25, 2018 22:25:53 GMT
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Post by Ava on Sept 26, 2018 0:23:40 GMT
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Post by 12YearsABlob on Sept 26, 2018 0:27:05 GMT
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Post by FruityLlama on Sept 29, 2018 20:58:34 GMT
I am Fruity Monachops and I have chronic Jouska!! Ee I tell you what though, last week I visited an old seaside town and kenopsia was exactly that. I get that a lot with old english seasides, they're full of ghosts :/ Thanks for these words 12YearsABlob I love them!!
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Post by 12YearsABlob on Sept 29, 2018 21:08:53 GMT
I am Fruity Monachops and I have chronic Jouska!! ROFL. Could be on an episode of 'Whose line is it anywayyyyyy?'. Answer: a person speaking in tongues. Ee I tell you what though, last week I visited an old seaside town and kenopsia was exactly that. I get that a lot with old english seasides, they're full of ghosts :/ I know right.. they're all so relatable! Glad you liked 'em.
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Post by FruityLlama on Sept 29, 2018 21:43:03 GMT
Hahaha we should try and drop as many of these in conversation as possible Yeah, its shame they are not as jazzy as they used to be, though. Those old theatres and cinemas... *sigh*
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Post by 12YearsABlob on Oct 1, 2018 22:19:54 GMT
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Post by Ava on Jul 17, 2019 18:32:40 GMT
"I would meet you upon this honestly. I that was near your heart was removed therefrom To lose beauty in terror, terror in inquisition. I have lost my passion: why should I need to keep it Since what is kept must be adulterated? I have lost my sight, smell, hearing, taste and touch: How should I use it for your closer contact?" - TS Eliot www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47254/gerontion
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Post by Ava on Jul 20, 2019 15:19:00 GMT
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Post by 12YearsABlob on Aug 16, 2019 16:17:37 GMT
"I like when the choices are both ugly— the rock and the hard place. Odysseus chose Scylla and I, too, would have opted for a terrestrial evil, the sea vortex probably concealing some subterranean meat with its beauty."
- Scylla & Charybdis by Megan Fernandes
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Post by Ava on Aug 17, 2019 14:10:10 GMT
^ That gave me chills for some reason. ... My father once randomly quoted the first part of this to me, up to the phrase "druids of eld." I was so taken aback, I think I asked him to repeat it, so I could memorize it. Evangeline, a tale of Acadie, by Longfellow This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms. Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest.I've never read the whole long poem: www.bartleby.com/42/791.html=== Longfellow's sun conjunct Mercury and Pluto in Pisces: www.astro.com/astro-databank/Longfellow,_Henry_Wadsworth Strange thing is that Pluto is going back into Pisces in 2043. Less than 25 years from now. Some say it's exalted there.
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Post by Ava on Aug 18, 2019 15:27:02 GMT
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Post by 12YearsABlob on Aug 18, 2019 16:08:27 GMT
^ That gave me chills for some reason. Me too.. I'll tell you how I came across it.
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Post by anela on Aug 20, 2019 1:33:35 GMT
I can’t upload from my phone. I don’t know how. It probably belongs in a different thread anyway. Will try again later.
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Post by Ava on Aug 20, 2019 15:34:45 GMT
The Convergence of the Twain BY THOMAS HARDY (Lines on the loss of the "Titanic")
I In a solitude of the sea Deep from human vanity, And the Pride of Life that planned her, stilly couches she.
II Steel chambers, late the pyres Of her salamandrine fires, Cold currents thrid, and turn to rhythmic tidal lyres.
III Over the mirrors meant To glass the opulent The sea-worm crawls — grotesque, slimed, dumb, indifferent.
IV Jewels in joy designed To ravish the sensuous mind Lie lightless, all their sparkles bleared and black and blind.
V Dim moon-eyed fishes near Gaze at the gilded gear And query: "What does this vaingloriousness down here?" ...
VI Well: while was fashioning This creature of cleaving wing, The Immanent Will that stirs and urges everything
VII Prepared a sinister mate For her — so gaily great — A Shape of Ice, for the time far and dissociate.
VIII And as the smart ship grew In stature, grace, and hue, In shadowy silent distance grew the Iceberg too.
IX Alien they seemed to be; No mortal eye could see The intimate welding of their later history,
X Or sign that they were bent By paths coincident On being anon twin halves of one august event,
XI Till the Spinner of the Years Said "Now!" And each one hears, And consummation comes, and jars two hemispheres.
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Post by Ava on Jan 8, 2020 9:11:23 GMT
A Broken Appointment BY THOMAS HARDY You did not come, And marching Time drew on, and wore me numb,— Yet less for loss of your dear presence there Than that I thus found lacking in your make That high compassion which can overbear Reluctance for pure lovingkindness’ sake Grieved I, when, as the hope-hour stroked its sum, You did not come.
You love not me, And love alone can lend you loyalty; –I know and knew it. But, unto the store Of human deeds divine in all but name, Was it not worth a little hour or more To add yet this: Once you, a woman, came To soothe a time-torn man; even though it be You love not me?
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Post by 12YearsABlob on Mar 29, 2020 0:13:57 GMT
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Post by Ava on Mar 29, 2020 19:22:00 GMT
If, when hearing that I have been stilled at last, they stand at the door, Watching the full-starred heavens that winter sees, Will this thought rise on those who will meet my face no more, "He was one who had an eye for such mysteries"? - Thomas Hardy again, excerpt from Afterwards: poets.org/poem/afterwards
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