Words worth listening to from a man I never listen to
Monday, March 21, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Come Live With Me And Be My Love - Christopher Marlowe
Come Live With Me and Be My Love
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Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods or steepy mountain yields.
And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;
A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;
A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my love.
The shepherds' swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods or steepy mountain yields.
And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;
A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;
A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my love.
The shepherds' swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Tragedy in Japan
Insane! Earthquakes, Tsunamis, Fires, Nuclear Radiation...just when it all seems hopeless, it gets worse!
John Donne - The Good-Morrow
THE GOOD-MORROW.
by John Donne
I WONDER by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved ? were we not wean'd till then ?
But suck'd on country pleasures, childishly ?
Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers' den ?
'Twas so ; but this, all pleasures fancies be ;
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee.
And now good-morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear ;
For love all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room an everywhere.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone ;
Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown ;
Let us possess one world ; each hath one, and is one.
My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest ;
Where can we find two better hemispheres
Without sharp north, without declining west ?
Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally ;
If our two loves be one, or thou and I
Love so alike that none can slacken, none can die.
by John Donne
I WONDER by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved ? were we not wean'd till then ?
But suck'd on country pleasures, childishly ?
Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers' den ?
'Twas so ; but this, all pleasures fancies be ;
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee.
And now good-morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear ;
For love all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room an everywhere.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone ;
Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown ;
Let us possess one world ; each hath one, and is one.
My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest ;
Where can we find two better hemispheres
Without sharp north, without declining west ?
Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally ;
If our two loves be one, or thou and I
Love so alike that none can slacken, none can die.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Friday, March 11, 2011
8.9 Magnitude Quake hits Northern Japan
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/42023385/ns/world_news-asiapacific/
Good thing this was not Tokyo.
Sympathies to the dead, dying, and those who must face their survivor's guilt.
Tuesday, March 01, 2011
Sampsonism
I think the world is ready for a new religion, Sampsonism.
http://sampsonism.blogspot.com/
a simple prgmatic, versatile way of life which does not include pulling the wool over your eyes to make you feel better...or do it if it does.
http://sampsonism.blogspot.com/
a simple prgmatic, versatile way of life which does not include pulling the wool over your eyes to make you feel better...or do it if it does.
Passion
Your answer is a questionable "No" due to the ethics and moral obligations you feel must bely a wise and thoughtful position. I say it should be "Yes" not based on obligation, but yes based on passion. Unquestionably what is being offered is what you seek, passion at the highest levels it can be offered. Passion which combined is more explosive spiritually, emotionally, psychologically, intellectually than your highest expectations.
What is being offered is a love so intense, so divine, so powerful as to make time speed up as it slows down. The perfect paradox.
Follow it and two energies will exist that feed and care for each other long after earthly death has claimed our bodies, and two souls stream together across the universe.
What is being offered is a love so intense, so divine, so powerful as to make time speed up as it slows down. The perfect paradox.
Follow it and two energies will exist that feed and care for each other long after earthly death has claimed our bodies, and two souls stream together across the universe.
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