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Offline Paul St. John

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It's getting harder to remember...
« on: June 20, 2010, 11:13:52 PM »
My mind just chooses not to understand the nature of these people as it once did.  I don t know if that is a good thing or a bad thing.

Paul
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Re: It's getting harder to remember...
« Reply #1 on: June 20, 2010, 11:54:44 PM »
The remembering part is difficult, especially when the concomitant emotions come welling up.
Understanding, it’s tough to know how much understanding there is to be had.
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Re: It's getting harder to remember...
« Reply #2 on: June 21, 2010, 12:07:07 AM »
Wow. I haven t read that poem in ages.  I got a poetry book, as a gift, when I was 20, and that was favorite poem in it.

Paul
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Re: It's getting harder to remember...
« Reply #3 on: June 21, 2010, 12:15:37 AM »
Forget the suffering
You caused others.
Forget the suffering
Others caused you.
The waters run and run,
Springs sparkle and are done,
You walk the earth you are forgetting
(excerpt) by Czeslaw Milosz
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Re: It's getting harder to remember...
« Reply #4 on: June 21, 2010, 12:16:12 AM »
SEKTO, you deleted the poem, but I think your point was that you do what you gotta do, and it is, what it is.

Paul
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Re: It's getting harder to remember...
« Reply #5 on: June 21, 2010, 12:18:13 AM »
Yep.
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Re: It's getting harder to remember...
« Reply #6 on: June 21, 2010, 07:58:51 PM »
Under the spreading chestnut tree
I sold you and you sold me:
There lie they, and here lie we
Under the spreading chestnut tree...
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Myself
« Reply #7 on: June 21, 2010, 09:40:42 PM »
have to live with myself and so
I want to be fit for myself to know.
I want to be able as days go by,
always to look myself straight in the eye;
I don't want to stand with the setting sun
and hate myself for the things I have done.
I don't want to keep on a closet shelf
a lot of secrets about myself
and fool myself as I come and go
into thinking no one else will ever know
the kind of person I really am,
I don't want to dress up myself in sham.
I want to go out with my head erect
I want to deserve all men's respect;
but here in the struggle for fame and wealth
I want to be able to like myself.
I don't want to look at myself and know that
I am bluster and bluff and empty show.
I never can hide myself from me;
I see what others may never see;
I know what others may never know,
I never can fool myself and so,
whatever happens I want to be
self respecting and conscience free.

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Ode to the Chair
« Reply #8 on: June 22, 2010, 01:36:35 AM »
One chair alone in the jungle
In the vines’ tight grip
a sacred tree groans.
Other vines spiral skyward,
bloodspattered creatures howl deep within the shadows,
giant leaves drop from the green sky.
A snake shakes
the dry rattles on its tail,
A bird flashes through the foliage
like an arrow aimed at a flag
while the branches shoulder their violins.
Squatting on their flowers
Insects
Pray without stirring.
-Neruda

Gratitude, for not always having to be where they put you.
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Song
« Reply #9 on: June 22, 2010, 12:55:22 PM »
A bud has burst on the upper bough
(The linnet sang in my heart today);
I know where the pale green grasses show
By a tiny runnel, off the way,
And the earth is wet.
(A cuckoo said in my brain: “Not yet.”)

I nabbed the fly in a briar rose
(The linnet to-day in my heart did sing);
Last night, my head tucked under my wing,
I dreamed of a green moon-moth that glows
Thro’ ferns of June.
(A cuckoo said in my brain: “So soon?”)

Good-bye, for the pretty leaves are down
(The linnet sang in my heart today);
The last gold bit of upland’s mown,
And most of summer has blown away
Thro’ the garden gate.
(A cuckoo said in my brain: “Too late.”)

--Trumbull Stickney
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Invictus
« Reply #10 on: June 22, 2010, 01:19:17 PM »
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gait,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

William E. Henley
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Re: It's getting harder to remember...
« Reply #11 on: June 22, 2010, 06:47:13 PM »
Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck;
And yet methinks I have astronomy,
But not to tell of good or evil luck,
Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons' quality;
Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell,
Pointing to each his thunder, rain and wind,
Or say with princes if it shall go well,
By oft predict that I in heaven find:
But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,
And, constant stars, in them I read such art
As truth and beauty shall together thrive,
If from thyself to store thou wouldst convert;
Or else of thee this I prognosticate:
Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date.

When I consider every thing that grows
Holds in perfection but a little moment,
That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows
Whereon the stars in secret influence comment;
When I perceive that men as plants increase,
Cheered and cheque'd even by the self-same sky,
Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease,
And wear their brave state out of memory;
Then the conceit of this inconstant stay
Sets you most rich in youth before my sight,
Where wasteful Time debateth with Decay,
To change your day of youth to sullied night;
And all in war with Time for love of you,
As he takes from you, I engraft you new.

Shakespeare, Sonnets 14-15
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Re: It's getting harder to remember...
« Reply #12 on: June 22, 2010, 11:30:58 PM »
You're damed if you do,
you're damed if you don't.
(repeat chorus)

My Dad

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The viewless and invisible Consequence
« Reply #13 on: June 27, 2010, 09:35:24 PM »
The viewless and invisible Consequence
Watches thy goings-out, and comings-in,
And...hovers o'er thy guilty sleep,
Unveiling every new-born deed,
and thoughts
More ghastly than those deeds
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-Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Re: It's getting harder to remember...
« Reply #14 on: June 27, 2010, 10:15:49 PM »
How familiar it all becomes:
a photograph
Still murky in its chemical bath;
a tune or an aroma
Not quite placed but close in the mind,
And then yes, ah, that, my my…

…Remind, pray, tell
How thus the streaming Familiar
Is made to transfigure
Magick’d in the Candle’s Glow
From Meat to Spirit
And back once more

-August Kleinzhaler
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