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Post by Ava on May 6, 2017 12:42:38 GMT
Some of mine.......
"Shall I say it again? In order to arrive there, To arrive where you are, to get from where you are not, You must go by a way wherein there is no ecstasy.
In order to arrive at what you do not know You must go by a way which is the way of ignorance. In order to possess what you do not possess You must go by the way of dispossession.
In order to arrive at what you are not You must go through the way in which you are not. And what you do not know is the only thing you know And what you own is what you do not own And where you are is where you are not."
- T.S. Eliot, from the poem "East Coker"
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Post by Ava on May 6, 2017 12:45:44 GMT
When you find you, the intuitive you, the powerful you, the loving you, you will always have a wise counsel, someone to show you the beauty in life, someone to talk to who will be consistently and unconditionally honest, reassuring and accurate, someone who will reason with you when you need it and always act only in your best interest.
You will have yourself fully, and you will never be alone.
- Laura Day, Rule the World from Your Couch.
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Post by Ava on May 10, 2017 14:32:55 GMT
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Post by Violets on May 10, 2017 15:02:30 GMT
I love this topic. I have quite a few, but it's always so tedious to add any type of proper response from my phone. 🙄 I'll have to come back when I'm on my computer, lol.
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Post by Violets on May 12, 2017 15:05:55 GMT
Here's one I really like; I'm not familiar with the author or the book it comes from, but I love the quote. “She was too quiet, or she was too loud. She took things too seriously, or not seriously at all. She was too sensitive, or too cold-hearted. She hated with every fiber of her being, or loved with all her heart. There was no in-between for her. It was either all or nothing. She wanted everything, but in the end, she settled for nothing.”“Anger is not bitterness. Bitterness can go on eating at a man's heart and mind forever. Anger spends itself in its own time.”--Madeleine L'Engle
There are some Bukowski poems I really love, but they're lengthy. I may add them anyway.
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Post by Violets on May 12, 2017 15:11:31 GMT
I'm sorry, I can't help it. I want this engraved on my front door. Maybe. A poem by Charles Bukowski Machineguns Towers and Timeclocks
I feel gypped by dunces
as if reality were the property
of little men
with luck and a headstart,
and I sit in the cold
wondering about purple flowers
along a fence
while the rest of them
stack gold
and Cadillacs and
ladyfriends,
I wonder about palmleaves
and gravestones
and the preciousness of a
cocoon-like sleep;
to be a lizard would be
bad enough
to be scalding in the sun
would be bad enough
but not so bad
as being built up to
Man-size and Man-life
and not wanting the
game, not wanting
machineguns and towers and
timeclocks,
not wanting a carwash
a toothpull
a wristwatch, cufflinks
a pocket radio
tweezers and cotton
a cabinet full of iodine,
not wanting cocktail parties
a front lawn
sing-togethers
new shoes, Christmas presents
life insurance, Newsweek
162 baseball games
a vacation in Bermuda.
not wanting not wanting,
and I judge the purple flowers
better off than I
the lizard better off
the dark green hose
the ever grass
the trees the birds,
the cats dreaming in the butter
sun are
better off than
I, getting into this old coat now
feeling for my cigarettes
car keys
a roadmap back,
going out
down the walk
like a man to be executed
walking toward it
surely,
going into it
without guards
driving toward it
racing at it
70 miles per hour,
jockeying
cussing
dropping ashes
deadly ashes of every
deadly thing
burning,
the caterpillar knows less
horror
the armies of ants are
braver
the kiss of a snake
less ravenous,
I only want the sky
to burn me more and more
burn me out
so that the sun begins at
6 in the morning
and goes past midnight
like a drunken door always open,
I drive toward it
not wanting it
getting it getting it
as the cat stretches
yawns
and rolls over into
another dream.
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Post by Ava on May 12, 2017 23:49:11 GMT
Thank you, Violets ! That poem really hits the spot, though I'm not sure what the ending means. I still love it. The first L'Engle quote reminds me of myself, a bit. All those t-squares. 🙄
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Post by Violets on May 13, 2017 4:58:23 GMT
I'm glad you like them, Ava ! ❤ The first quote isn't from Madeleine L'Engle, but I'm not familiar with the author or the book it originated from. I have other quotes that I love or enjoy... I think the end of the poem is just his way of saying that as he grits his teeth through going about life, the cat dreaming in the butter sun goes on about its leisurely day. A comparison as an ending, I guess. 🤔 I identify with all of these that I've posted. The reason they stick in my mind, I suppose.
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Post by Ava on May 13, 2017 16:43:33 GMT
"I think the end of the poem is just his way of saying that as he grits his teeth through going about life, the cat dreaming in the butter sun goes on about its leisurely day. A comparison as an ending, I guess." Oh! That makes sense. Thanks for explaining. Here's one of my personal tenets: A long time ago my Pisces moon friend and I were watching Oprah, and her guest said: "When you lose someone you love, you spend the rest of your life looking for that person, in other people."I don't remember who said it, but my friend and I agreed this was an excellent point. That sentence still runs through my head sometimes.
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Post by Ava on May 20, 2017 10:24:25 GMT
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Post by Violets on May 20, 2017 14:30:35 GMT
I love that last one, Ava. ❤
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Post by Ava on May 21, 2017 13:46:44 GMT
Thanks Violets ! <3 Another favorite.... Stevenson's son @ 20 Scorpio is right on my NN. And he's a Pisces moon, too....not always easy to know what we prefer.
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Post by Violets on May 21, 2017 14:47:27 GMT
Oh wow, I love that one too, Ava. It fits me, and is something I've always been aware of and tried to live by, but am only now starting to sort of feel less self-conscious about, if that makes sense.
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Post by Ava on Jun 14, 2017 17:03:28 GMT
Delayed response, sorry Violets . I'm glad the quote above resonated with you. It's been my "north star" as I try and figure out my wardrobe! I heard this one last night.... That quote is both beautiful and scary to me. The implications are so vastly good and bad.
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Post by FruityLlama on Jun 18, 2017 17:04:54 GMT
I am a poet too and my favourite poems are:
The Old Astronomer to his Pupil by Sarah Williams:
Reach me down my Tycho Brahé, – I would know him when we meet, When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet; He may know the law of all things, yet be ignorant of how We are working to completion, working on from then to now.
Pray remember that I leave you all my theory complete, Lacking only certain data for your adding, as is meet, And remember men will scorn it, ‘tis original and true, And the obloquy of newness may fall bitterly on you.
But, my pupil, as my pupil you have learned the worth of scorn, You have laughed with me at pity, we have joyed to be forlorn, What for us are all distractions of men’s fellowship and wiles; What for us the Goddess Pleasure with her meretricious smiles.
You may tell that German College that their honor comes too late, But they must not waste repentance on the grizzly savant’s fate. Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.
What, my boy, you are not weeping? You should save your eyes for sight; You will need them, mine observer, yet for many another night. I leave none but you, my pupil, unto whom my plans are known. You “have none but me,” you murmur, and I “leave you quite alone”?
Well then, kiss me, – since my mother left her blessing on my brow, There has been a something wanting in my nature until now; I can dimly comprehend it, – that I might have been more kind, Might have cherished you more wisely, as the one I leave behind.
I “have never failed in kindness”? No, we lived too high for strife,– Calmest coldness was the error which has crept into our life; But your spirit is untainted, I can dedicate you still To the service of our science: you will further it? you will!
There are certain calculations I should like to make with you, To be sure that your deductions will be logical and true; And remember, “Patience, Patience,” is the watchword of a sage, Not to-day nor yet to-morrow can complete a perfect age.
I have sown, like Tycho Brahé, that a greater man may reap; But if none should do my reaping, 'twill disturb me in my sleep So be careful and be faithful, though, like me, you leave no name; See, my boy, that nothing turn you to the mere pursuit of fame.
I must say Good-bye, my pupil, for I cannot longer speak; Draw the curtain back for Venus, ere my vision grows too weak: It is strange the pearly planet should look red as fiery Mars,– God will mercifully guide me on my way amongst the stars.
The end gets me every time...
I also love pretty much anything by Walter Raleigh:
Even Such is Time:
Even such is time, which takes in trust
Our youth, our joys, and all we have,
And pays us but with age and dust,
Who in the dark and silent grave
When we have wandered all our ways
Shuts up the story of our days,
And from which earth, and grave, and dust
The Lord will raise me up, I trust.
The silent lover:
PASSIONS are liken'd best to floods and streams:
The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb;
So, when affection yields discourse, it seems
The bottom is but shallow whence they come.
They that are rich in words, in words discover
That they are poor in that which makes a lover.
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Post by FruityLlama on Jun 18, 2017 17:05:31 GMT
Shelley, Wordsworth and Browning I love too
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Post by FruityLlama on Jun 18, 2017 17:36:53 GMT
The Guest House
This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they are a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably. He may be clearing you out for some new delight. The dark thought, the shame, the malice. meet them at the door laughing and invite them in. Be grateful for whatever comes. because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.
— Jellaludin Rumi,
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Post by Ava on Jun 19, 2017 13:34:44 GMT
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Post by whisperix on Jun 27, 2017 8:46:16 GMT
I do not know who said it, but I remember and like this one: Yesterday is the past, tomorrow is the future. That is why today is called a present.
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Post by Ava on Jun 28, 2017 2:39:01 GMT
I do not know who said it, but I remember and like this one: Yesterday is the past, tomorrow is the future. That is why today is called a present.
I was enjoying this last night:
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