peace be with you

[nehemiah]

chill out.

drink a beer.

go play with your dog.

:rockon:

[JoeMama]

And listen to this feel-good anthem.

shiva knows what I'm talking about.

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[anEinherjer]

**** you. :D

[shiva2999]

And listen to this feel-good anthem.

shiva knows what I'm talking about.

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The perfect pop song.

Impossible to improve on.

[TRIPLE P]

Mark Morrison would be, by todays standards, considered an international terrorist..... and Sue would want to shoot him.

[nehemiah]

go to an art museum.

go read a poem.


The Emperor of Ice-Cream, by Wallace Stevens

Call the roller of big cigars,
The muscular one, and bid him whip
In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.
Let the wenches dawdle in such dress
As they are used to wear, and let the boys
Bring flowers in last month's newspapers.
Let be be finale of seem.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.

Take from the dresser of deal,
Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet
On which she embroidered fantails once
And spread it so as to cover her face.
If her horny feet protrude, they come
To show how cold she is, and dumb.
Let the lamp affix its beam.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.

[nehemiah]

go find a woman to lie on the couch with.


The Rose of the World

Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream?
For these red lips, with all their mournful pride,
Mournful that no new wonder may betide,
Troy passed away in one high funeral gleam,
And Usna's children died.

We and the labouring world are passing by:
Amid men's souls, that waver and give place
Like the pale waters in their wintry race,
Under the passing stars, foam of the sky,
Lives on this lonely face.

Bow down, archangels, in your dim abode:
Before you were, or any hearts to beat,
Weary and kind one lingered by His seat;
He made the world to be a grassy road
Before her wandering feet.

~William Butler Yeats.

[nehemiah]

take the day off from everything.


William Butler Yeats: Adam's Curse

We sat together at one summer's end,
That beautiful mild woman, your close friend,
And you and I, and talked of poetry.
I said, 'A line will take us hours maybe;
Yet if it does not seem a moment's thought,
Our stitching and unstitching has been naught.
Better go down upon your marrow-bones
And scrub a kitchen pavement, or break stones
Like an old pauper, in all kinds of weather;
For to articulate sweet sounds together
Is to work harder than all these, and yet
Be thought an idler by the noisy set
Of bankers, schoolmasters, and clergymen
The martyrs call the world.'

. . . . . . . . . And thereupon
That beautiful mild woman for whose sake
There's many a one shall find out all heartache
On finding that her voice is sweet and low
Replied, 'To be born woman is to know-
Although they do not talk of it at school-
That we must labour to be beautiful.'

I said, 'It's certain there is no fine thing
Since Adam's fall but needs much labouring.
There have been lovers who thought love should be
So much compounded of high courtesy
That they would sigh and quote with learned looks
Precedents out of beautiful old books;
Yet now it seems an idle trade enough.'

We sat grown quiet at the name of love;
We saw the last embers of daylight die,
And in the trembling blue-green of the sky
A moon, worn as if it had been a shell
Washed by time's waters as they rose and fell
About the stars and broke in days and years.

I had a thought for no one's but your ears:
That you were beautiful, and that I strove
To love you in the old high way of love;
That it had all seemed happy, and yet we'd grown
As weary-hearted as that hollow moon.

[ticatfan3]

take the day off from everything.


William Butler Yeats: Adam's Curse

We sat together at one summer's end,
That beautiful mild woman, your close friend,
And you and I, and talked of poetry.
I said, 'A line will take us hours maybe;
Yet if it does not seem a moment's thought,
Our stitching and unstitching has been naught.
Better go down upon your marrow-bones
And scrub a kitchen pavement, or break stones
Like an old pauper, in all kinds of weather;
For to articulate sweet sounds together
Is to work harder than all these, and yet
Be thought an idler by the noisy set
Of bankers, schoolmasters, and clergymen
The martyrs call the world.'

. . . . . . . . . And thereupon
That beautiful mild woman for whose sake
There's many a one shall find out all heartache
On finding that her voice is sweet and low
Replied, 'To be born woman is to know-
Although they do not talk of it at school-
That we must labour to be beautiful.'

I said, 'It's certain there is no fine thing
Since Adam's fall but needs much labouring.
There have been lovers who thought love should be
So much compounded of high courtesy
That they would sigh and quote with learned looks
Precedents out of beautiful old books;
Yet now it seems an idle trade enough.'

We sat grown quiet at the name of love;
We saw the last embers of daylight die,
And in the trembling blue-green of the sky
A moon, worn as if it had been a shell
Washed by time's waters as they rose and fell
About the stars and broke in days and years.

I had a thought for no one's but your ears:
That you were beautiful, and that I strove
To love you in the old high way of love;
That it had all seemed happy, and yet we'd grown
As weary-hearted as that hollow moon.

Typical left,when things get tough the left take the day off,where the right would just roll up the sleeves and work harder to fix the problem.

[nehemiah]

Typical left,when things get tough tghe left take the day off,where the right would just roll up the sleeves and work harder to fix the problem.read it again. you missed the point of the poem.

[ticatfan3]

read it again. you missed the point of the poem.My mistake, not use to that, the fact that you made a point,that usally does not happen with anybody on the left. ''Better go down upon your marrow-bones'' so it's about blow jobs? lol

[Meathead]

and also with you

btw the over under on that phrase was five posts

you people need to step it up

[shiva2999]

Love TKO - Hall & Oates

http://youtube.com/watch?v=IL_lrzdayEo

[Green Lantern]

I love Yeats. Great post.

...The wandering earth herself may be
Only a sudden flaming word,
In clanging space a moment heard,
Troubling the endless reverie...

[JLB]

and also with you

btw the over under on that phrase was five posts

you people need to step it up
May the Lord bless you and keep you.....

[uppy]

IMHO ,this is the greatest chill out tune of all time ...by the late great
Louis Armstrong...enjoy.

http://www.eflclub.com/2songs/wonderfulworld/wonderfulworld1.htm

[JLB]

IMHO ,this is the greatest chill out tune of all time ...by the late great
Louis Armstrong...enjoy.

http://www.eflclub.com/2songs/wonderfulworld/wonderfulworld1.htm
Awesome thanks Uppy!!
What a great tune.

[uppy]

you are welcome sir.

[nehemiah]

find a slutty girl to drink shots with.


Jacques Brel: Jackie

And if one day I should become
A singer with a Spanish bum
Who sings for women of great virtue
I'd sing to them with a guitar
I borrowed from coffee bar
Well, what you don't know doesn't hurt you
My name would be Antonio
And all my bridges I would burn
And if I gave them some they'd know
I expect something in return
I'd have to get drunk every night
To talk about virility
With some old grandmother who might
Be decked out like a Christmas tree
And tho' pink elephants I'd see
I'd sing the song they sang to me
About the time they called me Jackie
If I could be for only an hour
If I could be for an hour every day
If I could be for just one little hour
Cute, cute, cute in a stupid-ass way
And if I joined the social whirl
Became procurer of young girls
Then I would have my own bordellos
My record would be number one
And I'd sell records by the ton
All sung by many other fellows
My name would then be handsome Jack
And I'd sell boats of opium
Whiskey that came from Twickenham
Authentic queers and phony virgins
I'd have a bank on every finger
A finger in every country
And every country ruled by me
I still know where I'd want to be
Locked up inside my opium den
Surrounded by some Chinamen
I'd sing the song that I sang then
About the time they called me Jackie
If I could be for only an hour
If I could be for an hour every day
If I could be for just one little hour
Cute, cute, cute in a stupid-ass way
Now tell me wouldn't it be nice
That if one day in Paradise
I sang for all the ladies up there
And they would sing along with me
We'd be so happy there to be
'Cause down below is really nowhere
My name would then be Jupiter
And I would know where I was going
And then I would become all knowing
With my beard so long and flowing
If I became deaf dumb and blind
Because I pitied all mankind
And broke my heart to make things right
I know that every single night
when my angelic work was through
The angels and the devil too
Would sing my childhood song to me
About the time they called me Jackie
If I could be for only an hour
If I could be for an hour every day
If I could be for just one little hour
Cute, cute, cute in a stupid-ass way

[rob on the job]

"Love is, above all else, the gift of oneself."
-- Jean Anouilh *

* a French dramatist who passed away in 1987

[nehemiah]

It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for something you are not.
~Andre Gide

[rob on the job]

"Nehemiah's a great big hairy douche."

Rob the Pretty Good Philosopher, 2006

[shiva2999]

“And now, farewell to kindness, humanity and gratitude… I have substituted myself for Providence in rewarding the good; may the God of vengeance now yield me His place to punish the wicked.” ~ Edmund Dantes (Alexander Dumas)

[nehemiah]

"Nehemiah's a great big hairy douche."

Rob the Pretty Good Philosopher, 2006peace be with you (you ****ing piece of **** *******)
~nehemiah


:D

[JLB]

Science is what you know. Philosophy is what you don't know.
Bertrand Russell

[TRIPLE P]

"What Jesus blatantly fails to appreciate is that it's the meek who are the problem" -Reg

[shiva2999]

Science is what you know. Philosophy is what you don't know.
Bertrand Russell

And religion is what no one knows.

[JLB]

A fool's brain digest's philosophy into folly,science into superstition,and art into pedantry.Hence University education.
G.B.S.

[K-Gun]

Joseph Brodsky- Kolo

In march the soldiers

with rifles on their shoulders.

Out run through brambles

the locals with their bundles.

Off fly the envoys

contemplating new ways

of creating symmetry

in a future cemetery.

Home stay the virtuous

with their right to watch this

live, while they are dining:

it's a mealtime dying.

[JLB]

HH the Dalai Lama

This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; the philosophy is kindness.

[Ru]

"He who smelt it, dealt it." ~A very wise man

[JLB]

Abraham Joshua Heschel

A religious man is a person who holds God and man in one thought at one time, at all times, who suffers harm done to others, whose greatest passion is compassion, whose greatest strength is love and defiance of despair

[SpikedLemonade]

go find a woman to lie on the couch with.[/I]

AND then lie to your girlfriend/wife about.