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12/10/2005 10:34:23 AM · #976 |
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12/10/2005 10:38:37 AM · #977 |
| Well, I think I'll abandon this race, it's not fun anymore... |
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12/10/2005 10:41:16 AM · #978 |
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12/10/2005 10:54:50 AM · #979 |
"Where is there an end of it, the soundless wailing,
The silent withering of autumn flowers
Dropping their petals and remaining motionless;
Where is there and end to the drifting wreckage,
The prayer of the bone on the beach, the unprayable
Prayer at the calamitous annunciation?"
- T.S.Eliot - from The Dry Salvages |
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12/10/2005 11:47:14 AM · #980 |
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12/10/2005 11:53:37 AM · #981 |
There is no end, but addition: the trailing
Consequence of further days and hours,
While emotion takes to itself the emotionless
Years of living among the breakage
Of what was believed in as the most reliableĂ¢€”
And therefore the fittest for renunciation.
- T.S.Eliot - from The Dry Salvages |
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12/10/2005 12:03:20 PM · #982 |
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12/10/2005 12:04:58 PM · #983 |
There is the final addition, the failing
Pride or resentment at failing powers,
The unattached devotion which might pass for devotionless,
In a drifting boat with a slow leakage,
The silent listening to the undeniable
Clamour of the bell of the last annunciation. |
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12/10/2005 12:05:18 PM · #984 |
Where is the end of them, the fishermen sailing
Into the wind's tail, where the fog cowers?
We cannot think of a time that is oceanless
Or of an ocean not littered with wastage
Or of a future that is not liable
Like the past, to have no destination. |
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12/10/2005 12:05:51 PM · #985 |
We have to think of them as forever bailing,
Setting and hauling, while the North East lowers
Over shallow banks unchanging and erosionless
Or drawing their money, drying sails at dockage;
Not as making a trip that will be unpayable
For a haul that will not bear examination.
There is no end of it, the voiceless wailing,
No end to the withering of withered flowers,
To the movement of pain that is painless and motionless,
To the drift of the sea and the drifting wreckage,
The bone's prayer to Death its God. Only the hardly, barely prayable
Prayer of the one Annunciation. |
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12/10/2005 12:33:43 PM · #986 |
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12/10/2005 01:09:30 PM · #987 |
| actually I like Henry David Thoreau and Edgar Allen Poe more than T.S.Eliot |
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12/10/2005 02:14:39 PM · #988 |
| All are great, good taste at poetry you have! |
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12/10/2005 03:03:04 PM · #989 |
Poe had some really great short stories too - amazing what drugs can help the mind create |
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12/10/2005 03:52:51 PM · #990 |
| Well, you gotta have talent first, strong talent. I have some students who think that it's enough to take some drugs and be creative and it doesn't work. And they still don't get it. |
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12/10/2005 05:22:49 PM · #991 |
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12/10/2005 06:55:24 PM · #992 |
| I have already killed 73 Please let it be me!! |
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12/10/2005 07:00:27 PM · #993 |
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12/10/2005 07:39:26 PM · #994 |
No, me. I've been fighting for it longer.
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12/10/2005 08:53:24 PM · #995 |
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12/10/2005 09:26:16 PM · #996 |
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12/10/2005 09:42:50 PM · #997 |
Originally posted by Ombra_foto:
Everyone give up yet? |
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12/10/2005 09:54:04 PM · #998 |
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12/10/2005 10:09:29 PM · #999 |
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12/10/2005 10:28:14 PM · #1000 |
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