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kik
ihave you read her memoir? one of my favorite, favorite people.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=m6UijAIzByE
kikihave you read her memoir? one of my favorite, favorite people. thank you.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=m6UijAIzByE
ihave you read her memoir? one of my favorite, favorite people.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=m6UijAIzByE
kikihave you read her memoir? one of my favorite, favorite people. thank you.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=m6UijAIzByE
truth
california
gem of the ocean
toes curling in the sand
openings
suns warm greetings
seduction
palms stretch to the sky
dreams, illusions, possibilities
hope
the cold north beckons
To All Poets, embrace it:
Suddenly . . . poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were not
words, not silence,
but from a street it called me,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among raging fires
or returning alone,
there it was, without a face,
and it touched me.
Suddenly . . . poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were not
words, not silence,
but from a street it called me,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among raging fires
or returning alone,
there it was, without a face,
and it touched me.
SG Management:
The add banner that you have recently added covering the top 1/2" of the vertical pictures is really annoying and may push me to disconnect from the site. There were already occasional popup's that one could at lease get rid of temporarily. Both really, really crass, greedy bad moves on your part. I am sure that your testing the limits. Well you have hit mine. I say be gone or I will be gone. I hope there are enough others like me.
The add banner that you have recently added covering the top 1/2" of the vertical pictures is really annoying and may push me to disconnect from the site. There were already occasional popup's that one could at lease get rid of temporarily. Both really, really crass, greedy bad moves on your part. I am sure that your testing the limits. Well you have hit mine. I say be gone or I will be gone. I hope there are enough others like me.
Title page of ‘The Marriage of Heaven and Hell’ illustrated by William Blake (1790)
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead.
The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.
Prudence is a rich ugly old maid courted by Incapacity.
He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence.
The cut worm forgives the plow.
Dip him in the river who loves water.
A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees.
He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.
Eternity is in love with the productions of time.
The busy bee has no time for sorrow.
The hours of folly are measur’d by the clock, but of wisdom: no clock can measure.
All wholsom food is caught without a net or a trap.
Bring out number weight & measure in a year of dearth.
No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings.
A dead body, revenges not injuries.
The most sublime act is to set another before you.
If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise.
Folly is the cloke of knavery.
Shame is Prides cloke.
–William Blake, Proverbs of Hell from: The Marriage of Heaven and Hell (1790).
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead.
The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.
Prudence is a rich ugly old maid courted by Incapacity.
He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence.
The cut worm forgives the plow.
Dip him in the river who loves water.
A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees.
He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.
Eternity is in love with the productions of time.
The busy bee has no time for sorrow.
The hours of folly are measur’d by the clock, but of wisdom: no clock can measure.
All wholsom food is caught without a net or a trap.
Bring out number weight & measure in a year of dearth.
No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings.
A dead body, revenges not injuries.
The most sublime act is to set another before you.
If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise.
Folly is the cloke of knavery.
Shame is Prides cloke.
–William Blake, Proverbs of Hell from: The Marriage of Heaven and Hell (1790).
When one experiences great, touching beauty, it is time to celebrate. Astonishing, miraculous new year my friends!
