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Moderator | In search of intellectual stimulation Post something, a poem, a pic, whatever, that will help to expand your fellow orger's minds.
Here I'll go first. This is one of my favorite books: NOTES FROM UNDERGROUND-F...DOSTOEVSKY Here is one of my favorite paintings more information on Pollock here: http://www.artcyclopedia....ckson.html and here is one of my favorite poems Sharing Eve's Apple - John Keats I O BLUSH not so! O blush not so! Or I shall think you knowing; And if you smile the blushing while, Then maidenheads are going. II There's a blush for won't, and a blush for shan't, And a blush for having done it: There's a blush for thought and a blush for naught, And a blush for just begun it. III O sigh not so! O sigh not so! For it sounds of Eve's sweet pippin; By these loosen'd lips you have tasted the pips And fought in an amorous nipping. IV Will you play once more at nice-cut-core, For it only will last our youth out, And we have the prime of the kissing time, We have not one sweet tooth out. V There's a sigh for yes, and a sigh for no, And a sigh for I can't bear it! O what can be done, shall we stay or run? O cut the sweet apple and share it! more on Keats here: http://www.englishhistory...keats.html edit [This message was edited Tue Sep 23 19:06:24 PDT 2003 by Sweeny79] In spite of the cost of living, it's still popular. |
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Sweeny79 said: Sharing Eve's Apple - John Keats I O BLUSH not so! O blush not so! Or I shall think you knowing; And if you smile the blushing while, Then maidenheads are going. II There's a blush for won't, and a blush for shan't, And a blush for having done it: There's a blush for thought and a blush for naught, And a blush for just begun it. III O sigh not so! O sigh not so! For it sounds of Eve's sweet pippin; By these loosen'd lips you have tasted the pips And fought in an amorous nipping. IV Will you play once more at nice-cut-core, For it only will last our youth out, And we have the prime of the kissing time, We have not one sweet tooth out. V There's a sigh for yes, and a sigh for no, And a sigh for I can't bear it! O what can be done, shall we stay or run? O cut the sweet apple and share it! No offense, but stanza 2 is WEAK! "There's a blush for thought and a blush for naught, And a blush for just begun it." I mean, wtf?? P.S. Good thread Sweeny. 5 stars. | |
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Moderator | 2the9s said: Sweeny79 said: Sharing Eve's Apple - John Keats I O BLUSH not so! O blush not so! Or I shall think you knowing; And if you smile the blushing while, Then maidenheads are going. II There's a blush for won't, and a blush for shan't, And a blush for having done it: There's a blush for thought and a blush for naught, And a blush for just begun it. III O sigh not so! O sigh not so! For it sounds of Eve's sweet pippin; By these loosen'd lips you have tasted the pips And fought in an amorous nipping. IV Will you play once more at nice-cut-core, For it only will last our youth out, And we have the prime of the kissing time, We have not one sweet tooth out. V There's a sigh for yes, and a sigh for no, And a sigh for I can't bear it! O what can be done, shall we stay or run? O cut the sweet apple and share it! No offense, but stanza 2 is WEAK! "There's a blush for thought and a blush for naught, And a blush for just begun it." I mean, wtf?? P.S. Good thread Sweeny. 5 stars. Leave Keats alone! And thank you In spite of the cost of living, it's still popular. |
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Here's a poem for Sweeney from T.S. Eliot:
Sweeney among the Nightingales Apeneck Sweeney spreads his knees Letting his arms hang down to laugh, The zebra stripes along his jaw Swelling to maculate giraffe. The circles of the stormy moon Slide westward toward the River Plate, Death and the Raven drift above And Sweeney guards the hornèd gate. Gloomy Orion and the Dog Are veiled; and hushed the shrunken seas; The person in the Spanish cape Tries to sit on Sweeney’s knees Slips and pulls the table cloth Overturns a coffee-cup, Reorganised upon the floor She yawns and draws a stocking up; The silent man in mocha brown Sprawls at the window-sill and gapes; The waiter brings in oranges Bananas figs and hothouse grapes; The silent vertebrate in brown Contracts and concentrates, withdraws; Rachel née Rabinovitch Tears at the grapes with murderous paws; She and the lady in the cape Are suspect, thought to be in league; Therefore the man with heavy eyes Declines the gambit, shows fatigue, Leaves the room and reappears Outside the window, leaning in, Branches of wistaria Circumscribe a golden grin; The host with someone indistinct Converses at the door apart, The nightingales are singing near The Convent of the Sacred Heart, And sang within the bloody wood When Agamemnon cried aloud, And let their liquid siftings fall To stain the stiff dishonoured shroud. Those last two lines? | |
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Paisley said: Let's see the Raiders do that. | |
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2the9s said: Paisley said: Let's see the Raiders do that. I've given up on the Raiders | |
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Where's Boob? She always posted good artworks.
Where is Boob! | |
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I know you're lurking BOOB! | |
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Dostoyevski??? you rock, Sweeny! | |
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Moderator | 2the9s said: Here's a poem for Sweeney from T.S. Eliot:
Sweeney among the Nightingales Apeneck Sweeney spreads his knees Letting his arms hang down to laugh, The zebra stripes along his jaw Swelling to maculate giraffe. The circles of the stormy moon Slide westward toward the River Plate, Death and the Raven drift above And Sweeney guards the hornèd gate. Gloomy Orion and the Dog Are veiled; and hushed the shrunken seas; The person in the Spanish cape Tries to sit on Sweeney’s knees Slips and pulls the table cloth Overturns a coffee-cup, Reorganised upon the floor She yawns and draws a stocking up; The silent man in mocha brown Sprawls at the window-sill and gapes; The waiter brings in oranges Bananas figs and hothouse grapes; The silent vertebrate in brown Contracts and concentrates, withdraws; Rachel née Rabinovitch Tears at the grapes with murderous paws; She and the lady in the cape Are suspect, thought to be in league; Therefore the man with heavy eyes Declines the gambit, shows fatigue, Leaves the room and reappears Outside the window, leaning in, Branches of wistaria Circumscribe a golden grin; The host with someone indistinct Converses at the door apart, The nightingales are singing near The Convent of the Sacred Heart, And sang within the bloody wood When Agamemnon cried aloud, And let their liquid siftings fall To stain the stiff dishonoured shroud. Those last two lines? You spelt my name wrong but I love Eliot so I will forgive you In spite of the cost of living, it's still popular. |
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Moderator | irresistibleb1tch said: Dostoyevski??? you rock, Sweeny!
thank you so do you! In spite of the cost of living, it's still popular. |
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Moderator | Here 2the9's
I like this one too: 1. The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero, Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo. LET us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherised upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats 5 Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: Streets that follow like a tedious argument Of insidious intent To lead you to an overwhelming question … 10 Oh, do not ask, “What is it?” Let us go and make our visit. In the room the women come and go Talking of Michelangelo. The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes, 15 The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening, Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains, Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys, Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap, 20 And seeing that it was a soft October night, Curled once about the house, and fell asleep. And indeed there will be time For the yellow smoke that slides along the street, Rubbing its back upon the window-panes; 25 There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; There will be time to murder and create, And time for all the works and days of hands That lift and drop a question on your plate; 30 Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea. In the room the women come and go 35 Talking of Michelangelo. And indeed there will be time To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?” Time to turn back and descend the stair, With a bald spot in the middle of my hair— 40 [They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”] My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin, My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin— [They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”] Do I dare 45 Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse. For I have known them all already, known them all:— Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, 50 I have measured out my life with coffee spoons; I know the voices dying with a dying fall Beneath the music from a farther room. So how should I presume? And I have known the eyes already, known them all— 55 The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase, And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin, When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall, Then how should I begin To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways? 60 And how should I presume? And I have known the arms already, known them all— Arms that are braceleted and white and bare [But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!] It is perfume from a dress 65 That makes me so digress? Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl. And should I then presume? And how should I begin? . . . . . Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets 70 And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?… I should have been a pair of ragged claws Scuttling across the floors of silent seas. . . . . . And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully! 75 Smoothed by long fingers, Asleep … tired … or it malingers, Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me. Should I, after tea and cakes and ices, Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis? 80 But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed, Though I have seen my head [grown slightly bald] brought in upon a platter, I am no prophet—and here’s no great matter; I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, 85 And in short, I was afraid. And would it have been worth it, after all, After the cups, the marmalade, the tea, Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me, Would it have been worth while, 90 To have bitten off the matter with a smile, To have squeezed the universe into a ball To roll it toward some overwhelming question, To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead, Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”— 95 If one, settling a pillow by her head, Should say: “That is not what I meant at all. That is not it, at all.” And would it have been worth it, after all, Would it have been worth while, 100 After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets, After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor— And this, and so much more?— It is impossible to say just what I mean! But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen: 105 Would it have been worth while If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl, And turning toward the window, should say: “That is not it at all, That is not what I meant, at all.” . . . . . 110 No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be; Am an attendant lord, one that will do To swell a progress, start a scene or two, Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool, Deferential, glad to be of use, 115 Politic, cautious, and meticulous; Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse; At times, indeed, almost ridiculous— Almost, at times, the Fool. I grow old … I grow old … 120 I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me. 125 I have seen them riding seaward on the waves Combing the white hair of the waves blown back When the wind blows the water white and black. We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown 130 Till human voices wake us, and we drown. In spite of the cost of living, it's still popular. |
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Moderator | For those smartypants film goers, this is the best movie I have seen in ages:
http://www.suntimes.com/o...ng19f.html In spite of the cost of living, it's still popular. |
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Sweeny79 said: In search of intellectual stimulation
WRONG FORUM definitely | |
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Sweeny79 said: That must have been before people defragmented their harddrives. | |
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Moderator | AaronMaximus said: Sweeny79 said: In search of intellectual stimulation
WRONG FORUM definitely Well, at least you didn't write "gay" over and over In spite of the cost of living, it's still popular. |
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Sweeny79 said: AaronMaximus said: Sweeny79 said: In search of intellectual stimulation
WRONG FORUM definitely Well, at least you didn't write "gay" over and over are you fuckin kiddin me!? | |
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Moderator | AaronMaximus said: Sweeny79 said: AaronMaximus said: Sweeny79 said: In search of intellectual stimulation
WRONG FORUM definitely Well, at least you didn't write "gay" over and over are you fuckin kiddin me!? FIRST! In spite of the cost of living, it's still popular. |
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Sweeny79 said: AaronMaximus said: Sweeny79 said: AaronMaximus said: Sweeny79 said: In search of intellectual stimulation
WRONG FORUM definitely Well, at least you didn't write "gay" over and over are you fuckin kiddin me!? FIRST! | |
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Moderator | AaronMaximus said: Sweeny79 said: AaronMaximus said: Sweeny79 said: AaronMaximus said: Sweeny79 said: In search of intellectual stimulation
WRONG FORUM definitely Well, at least you didn't write "gay" over and over are you fuckin kiddin me!? FIRST! Alright buddy, post something smart or get off my thread! In spite of the cost of living, it's still popular. |
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Sweeny79 said: AaronMaximus said: Sweeny79 said: AaronMaximus said: Sweeny79 said: AaronMaximus said: Sweeny79 said: In search of intellectual stimulation
WRONG FORUM definitely Well, at least you didn't write "gay" over and over are you fuckin kiddin me!? FIRST! Alright buddy, post something smart or get off my thread! oh, okay... | |
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Moderator | AaronMaximus said: Sweeny79 said: AaronMaximus said: Sweeny79 said: AaronMaximus said: Sweeny79 said: AaronMaximus said: Sweeny79 said: In search of intellectual stimulation
WRONG FORUM definitely Well, at least you didn't write "gay" over and over are you fuckin kiddin me!? FIRST! Alright buddy, post something smart or get off my thread! oh, okay... What the fuck is that?! In spite of the cost of living, it's still popular. |
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Sweeny79 said: AaronMaximus said: Sweeny79 said: AaronMaximus said: Sweeny79 said: AaronMaximus said: Sweeny79 said: AaronMaximus said: Sweeny79 said: In search of intellectual stimulation
WRONG FORUM definitely Well, at least you didn't write "gay" over and over are you fuckin kiddin me!? FIRST! Alright buddy, post something smart or get off my thread! oh, okay... What the fuck is that?! ummm... | |
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Moderator | AaronMaximus said: Sweeny79 said: AaronMaximus said: Sweeny79 said: AaronMaximus said: Sweeny79 said: AaronMaximus said: Sweeny79 said: AaronMaximus said: Sweeny79 said: In search of intellectual stimulation
WRONG FORUM definitely Well, at least you didn't write "gay" over and over are you fuckin kiddin me!? FIRST! Alright buddy, post something smart or get off my thread! oh, okay... What the fuck is that?! ummm... :shakesheadatAaronandsmiles: In spite of the cost of living, it's still popular. |
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Here's one of my favorite paintings. It's called St John on Patmos.
It depicts John's vision of the apocalypse on the island of Patmos, from which came those frightening and powerful words of [i]Revelation[i]. its by Hironomoyuse Posch! lol i am the anit-christer!! | |
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Moderator | subyduby said: Here's one of my favorite paintings. It's called St John on Patmos.
It depicts John's vision of the apocalypse on the island of Patmos, from which came those frightening and powerful words of [i]Revelation[i]. its by Hironomoyuse Posch! lol Thank You In spite of the cost of living, it's still popular. |
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Always good to have women use their head
when giving head... | |
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