Please make a full answer with brevity

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Is keeping a blog a necessity?
Is reaping the whirlwind atrocity?
Please make a full answer with brevity
Or my wits may explode with sheer levity.

Is marriage a convenience like a lavatory?
Is washing the bed sheer depravity?
Please prove your email’s veracity.
Or my Company will be very nasty

Why do we sin with tenacity?
And have sex when we have no elasticity?
Do write down your thoughts without acidity.
And reflect your emotion in tranquility.

A game is such fun when in amity
And is fair except when played in emnity.
Please kiss your own arse with great dignity.
I speak here in jest without bigotry

EMPTY DID I COME HERE

Very moving

Cathy's avatarSilver Thoughts

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As one who came here empty like a gourd

And one who will leave like a broken reed

Forgive me my lack of perception and my folly

And save me from the  Eye of the Almight One.

As one who came here all alone

As one torn from the womb of the mother

And sent to wander on this earth

Forgive me my impatience and my folly

And let Him see in me

That particle of Himself.

As one who was born into woe

And loved many  and held many in her arms

As one born into a world of  atomic war

as  one who learned fear as an infant

Forgive me and protect me

Save me from the mighty Gale

And accept  me into your House for ever

And let me be acceptable to your Eye,

And do not let me fall into darkness.

http://www.bible-lands.net/cities/jerusalem/king-herods-jerusalem

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EMPTY DID I COME HERE

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As one who came here empty like a gourd

And one who will leave like a broken reed

Forgive me my lack of perception and my folly

And save me from the  Eye of the Almight One.

As one who came here all alone

As one torn from the womb of the mother

And sent to wander on this earth

Forgive me my impatience and my folly

And let Him see in me

That particle of Himself.

As one who was born into woe

And loved many  and held many in her arms

As one born into a world of  atomic war

as  one who learned fear as an infant

Forgive me and protect me

Save me from the mighty Gale

And accept  me into your House for ever

And let me be acceptable to your Eye,

And do not let me fall into darkness.

http://www.bible-lands.net/cities/jerusalem/king-herods-jerusalem

I have enjoyed thinking,thoughtfulness and related topics

I have enjoyed thinking,thoughtfulness and related topics.I still am not satisfied.That is good because I shall carry on reading and thinking while goin through  winter.

I feel sorry it’s so hard for a layperson to find books which they can understand….with some effort but not too much.Evening classes are scarce when once they were common and cheap.And maybe Art or Music is better than study.

 

No twit left unmourned

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Lear_Book_of_Nonsense_111-.jpg (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Naked as an obscene word
Baked like a mocking bird.
Faked like a plastic turd, he fitted in well to this Government of Mules.
Naked is the way I feel adorned.
Fear and tears filled my heart
Fires in tiers made the men start
Flowers in beer made fine running art
A accessory evil…an it bag.
What is a nit bag,mother?
Obscenity is the love of what no one mentions.
Obscenity is not loved by many conventions
My nerves danced the reel.Imagine how you’d feel with your heart in your  left bunion.How  the ventricle?

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Lear Book of Nonsense 103.jpg (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

As impervious as a man on a shit bin roof with a leaden heart on his back
As nervous as a slighted man in a room full of mocking whores.
As nervous as an unread look on she whom you adore

Must we walk into that darkness?

The sunlight shining through these clouds in E...
The sunlight shining through these clouds in England is an example of sunbreak. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Four o’clock– and the sun’s still glowing
Four o’clock – of a  colour bright day,
Up above, pink-tinged clouds are sliding
Down still sky, sweeping sun away.

Come back sweet sun, do not leave us.
Come back bright beams,I need sunlight
Down on earth,it’s witch moon darkness,
When your golden face is out of sight.

I see the orange tinged clouds extending
I feel such sense of sky lit bright.
But gently now, the mist surrounds you
And sweeps away that happy sight.

Into velvet blackness sinking,
The dazzling, dreaming darkness falls.
Goodbye to haste,and glare, and sunshine,
Time for reverie,night time calls.

On the night-trains gentle journeys,
On this  trackless train we ride
Strange visions and haunting pictures
We will see in dreams’ designs.

In my night train,I’ll be happy
In such rich deep reverie.
We visit darkness in our sleeping,
There we learn its ecstasy.

Now we may have no God to hold us,
In His Hands of Living Love,
What will help us trust deep blackness
If there’s no Saviour from above?

Must we enter that great darkness,
Go back to dark from which we came,
Into dark all living creatures,
In that darkness find our home?

Trust the dark unknown, to hold us,
Trust the dark,both night and day.
Must we walk into that darkness
And trust it is our safest way?

The model who seduced two Renoirs – Telegraph

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First edition cover (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

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Lise Tréhot (1848-1922), Mistress of french painter Pierre-Auguste Renoir (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The model who seduced two Renoirs – Telegraph.

This is really amazing

Zemanta is as bad as Google Translate

English: A relief from Oropos, now in the Perg...
English: A relief from Oropos, now in the Pergamon Museum, Berlin. Original tag on exhibit states: “Weihrelief fur einen Sieg im Wagenrennen bei den Spielen fur den Heros Amphiaraos. Aus Oropos. Anfang 4.Jh.v.Chr. SK 725. Marmor.” which roughly translates to “Votive relief for a victory in the chariot race at the games for the hero Amphiaraos. From Oropos. Early 4th century BC. SK 725th Marble.” (from Google translate) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Google Translate automated translation of Span...
Google Translate automated translation of Spanish text above: In front of this computer today I spent half an hour talking with up cuanrenta people in the “peak time audience,” listening to the conference and participating in worldwide … Interesting that the Breeze … (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Hott spring dayOne may think using Zemanta to get related images and articles for your post is a good idea.But like Google translate it’s a feeble instrument.For example,it will give you WP blogs relating to the same topic but unless you check them all you maybe getting something trivial or irrelevant.

On Google translate,I got the Spirit is willing,but the meat is feeble translating into and out of  Albanian

What is both  the strength and weakness of blogging it that anyone at all can write about anything at all

Zemanta images are easier to judge

Lucian Freud

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Detail of the Burning Bush triptych by Nicolas Froment, showing René and his wife Jeanne de Laval (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Moses receiving the Law
Moses receiving the Law (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
The apple it was that made man glad

http://www.ancient-hebrew.org/28_chart.html

The language your forefathers spoke
Dwells in your images.
Faces bleed with feeling.
Bodies rise out like rocks.
Your self portrait sings
Me,myself.I am.
As God spoke from the burning bush
You took the flame and ran

Get me fixed

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The Gutenberg Bible displayed by the United States Library of Congress, demonstrating printed pages as a storage medium. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Monument to Franz Kafka by the sculptor Jarosl...
Monument to Franz Kafka by the sculptor Jaroslav Róna (2003), next to the Spanish synagoge, in Prague, Czech Republic. Bronze, height 375cm. Note: Freedom of panorama#Czech Republic Français : Monument à Franz Kafka, œuvre du sculpteur Jaroslav Róna (2003), près de la la synagogue espagnole à Prague, en République tchèque. Bronze, hauteur : 375 cm. Note : Liberté de panorama#Tchéquie (République tchèque) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Get me fixed

No tricks

Nemesis
Expects’ a fuss.
Politics are us.
Wonders.
Blunders
Due to anemones.
Rush her.
Plusher
Fudges
Grudges
saw the truth
For a tooth.
Ran as fell
Tame me well.
Monocles.
Oracles
Fez for her
Lez for a tear
No floor.
No door.
What’s not here?
Impressed her?
Compressed air/
Daub
Enrobe
Alarms
Terms
Bothers
Cloth ears
He clears the fish quays
Wrongs of followed men
He’s a liar
Eye in the sky-er
Tormented equations.
Misquotations
How detailed.
Bow to females
Canny as hell
Planned as well
Oh,his ear.
Never fear.
Panic rations
Euphoric nations

Kafka ‘s passions

Iron aint rationed
Coal.
Whole
Shameless.
Blameless
Oh,I’ll try her!
In a coma
with a Adorno.
Keeps men warmer.
Seek her
Peek at her
Saw ’em
Flawed ’em
Take a look.
Bake the cook.
What a fluke.
Are you a duke?
The chef’s a liar
I’m the Messiah.
Tomorrow we fire.
Saggy and grey
You’re on the Way
No pariah’s
Ban on liars.
Hell,it fires
See the spires
Fallacy
Well,we’ll see.

Hell,it’s he

Some bulls are only e-males

A plunesh bull in a kitch
A plush bull in a kitchen

 

Some bulls are only  e-males

The Pope has his own bull…..why can’t he have two so they can mate!

I  have seen cow pats but never bullshit..I never let a bull shit near me,oy vez

Some people enjoy bullfights.They like the inevitability of it.Like  death.

How about bullets… are they young bulls?

And bulletins are premature bullets,I think.

Cock and bull story,right here

Alphabeta

Art is the literature of the eye.
Blood is the food of the brain.
Cunning is the wisdom of the serpent
Diagrams are the heart of the engineer.
Excuses are the politeness of strangers.
Flying is the joy of dreamers.
Green is the colour of woods in summertime.
Habits are the railroads of the mind.
Ink is the blood of writers.
Jams are the icing on the Motorway.
Kleenex is the friend of teardrops.
Limits are the edges of the friendship.
Music is the soother of souls.
Noise is the enemy of peace.
Obligations are the joys of friendship.
Queues are the neat Brit way of waiting.
Ruin is the risk of gamblers.
Splendour is the duty of monarchs.
Time is not waiting.
Unanimity is a very rare state in any group.
Value is a matter of judgment.
War is not a good way to bring peace.
Xylophones are rarely heard in my home.
Youth is full of beauty.
Zebras are officially striped and appreciated.

Professional or Hobbyist?

Interesting discussion

suzie81speaks's avatarSuzie Speaks

A few years ago, during a night out, I was introduced to a man in his early twenties that was the school acquaintance of a friend. During the general polite conversation that followed I asked him what he did for a living, to which he replied, “I’m a photographer.” I immediately found the subject interesting (I love photography) and started asking him lots of questions – what his main points of interest were, who he worked for, how he got into it – and after a few minutes it became evident that he wasn’t a photographer at all. In truth, he was a barman with a good camera who liked taking photographs. I was a little confused (and slightly insulted) by the fact that this man had ‘bent the truth’ in an attempt to appear more successful or creative – I’ve done plenty of bar work over the years and…

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Authenticity is invaluable

Jim Jarmusch

“Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery – celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: “It’s not where you take things from – it’s where you take them to.”
Jim Jarmusch

“The inner processes are very patient.”

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And of course the inner processes are very patient. The puzzle of humanness is
apparently not meant to be a simple affair to be easily mastered. Whatever deals
with human lives is naturally patient.
—Wilson van Dusen,

Trust the unknown force that grew you,

Trust in God and fly away
Trust in God and fly away (Photo credit: Martin Gommel)

Trust the unknown force that grew you,
From the joining of two cells.
Act of love, of self giving,
Thus to grow a newer self.

 

Trust the dark,the unseen aspects
Of the life we all do live.
Trust that there is wisdom elsewhere,
To your emptiness to give.

 

Wait in patience for the time
When inspiration comes at last
Trust in darkness,silence,lowness.
Opposition forms the cross.

 

Pain is bearable in lowness,
Like the worm in earth I dwell.
When I look I see the sunrise

 

And I trust all shall be well.

 

The foreigner – Straniera – Străina

Lovely poetry and images… check your languages too.Romanian is like Latin..so you Catholics…read and enjoy

Valeriu D.G. Barbu's avatarvaleriu dg barbu

trilingual post: English, Italian and Romanian translations by me

you like the symbols
beyond these are hidden the essences
you love… the love
beyond the love there is only emptiness
.
We are educated to have models and rules
We spend all… through the filters fools
Life passes by us as a foreigner. … hey, wait for me…!

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ami i simboli
oltre questi sono nascoste le essenze
ami l’ amore
oltre l’amore c’è solo il vuoto
.
Siamo educati ad avere modelli e regole
Passiamo tutto attraverso i filtri sciocchi
La vita passa accanto a noi come una straniera. …ehi, aspettami…!

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iubești simbolurile
dincolo de acestea se ascund esențele
iubești iubirea
dincolo de ea este doar vidul
.
Suntem educați să avem modele și norme
Trecem totul prin filtre neghioabe
Viața trece pe lângă noi ca o străină. Hei, așteaptă-mă…!

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Eros in philosophy

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English: Amor stringing his bow, Roman copy after Greek original by Lysippos. Musei Capitolini, Rome. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

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Eros. Attic red-figure bobbin, ca. 470 BC–450 BC.
Eros. Attic red-figure bobbin, ca. 470 BC–450 BC. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Eros in philosophy

This is an especially good article from the NYT.The comments are interesting,

Cock and bull stories

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[Hitterdals Church, Telemarken (i.e, Telemark), Norway] (LOC) (Photo credit: The Library of Congress)
Church HDR
Church HDR (Photo credit: I_am_Allan)

Some bulls are only  e-male.

The Pope has his own bull…..why can’t he have two so they can mate!They don’t like sex in the Church but they could go to  a

meadow of buttercups

I  have seen cow pats but never bullshit..I never let a bull shit near me.

Some people enjoy bullfights.They like the inevitability of it.Like  death.

How about bullets… are they young bulls?

And bulletins are premature bullets,I imagine..

It’s the cows I feel sorry for.

Seven causes, seven cures for lack of motivation

Andilly - Avenue des Cures 01
Andilly – Avenue des Cures 01 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Seven causes, seven cures for lack of motivation.

Worth a peek if you suffer from feeling over whelmed,bored  or you are a sucker for articles that help you to improve when you are already almost perfect and are happy with your life.And/or you love psychology..you have time on your hands and no watch.You  are old,young,rich,poor…mad about knowing how to live.

There once was a woman so clever

Her knickers were made of real leather

When asked how they smelled

She said,I can’t tell

If it’s me or it’s them, or the weather.

 

Social Sciences
Social Sciences (Photo credit: Mark Sadowski)

Lovers flee

LOVE and CARE for you , my Dearest!!!
LOVE and CARE for you , my Dearest!!! (Photo credit: Thai Jasmine (Smile..smile…Smile..))

 

When yet another lover flees my bed
and leaves me cold and lonely in the night,
I wonder is it unkind words I may have said,
Or is it that my eyes have lost

Sweet Noise
Sweet Noise (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

their light?

I lure them in with all my female arts.
They feel I’m like a spider with a trap.
to lure ,devour,digest my foolish guests,
They think there should be warnings on the map,

But some who find me feel they have been blessed.
I give them my attention and desire
I give them tender care and sing sweet songs.
I give them comfort like a winter fire

Oh,come back,sweet one,don’t desert me yet,
The clothes I washed for you are still quite wet!

 

 

 

Let time flow at a slower speed under your control

This is interesting

kamehamehahahaha's avatarcreative journey

 

 

Living in a society with the increasingly hectic, overstimulated and restless environment, have you ever wished to slow down time or at least the perception of it? A Germany student named Lorenz Potthast felt exactly this way. As a result, he created “the Decelerator Helmet”.

The Decelerator Helmet is a piece of avant-garde headgear that allows the wearer a perception of the world in slow motion.

Inside the helmet is a camera with video signal and a netbook. The netbook slows down information from the camera by way of a program Potthast wrote in vvvv. Outside the helmet hangs on a Head-Mounted Display. It receives the speed of the video stream regulated by the netbook and thus is capable of mirroring the images the user sees on the video glasses in the inside of the helmet for people on the outside to see. To actually determine the speed of the video stream, a remote control is necessary.  This…

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Be curious about life and feelings not afraid

This is based partly on something I read years ago and partly on my own experience

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Relate to a painful emotion with curiosity,interest,acceptance or politeness instead of fear.

And do the same with people….

Because fear tightens us up and lessens our ability to perceive.

And perception is  crucial in decision and judgment.

Change your perceptions and you change yourself without force.Will power is force which often cannot achieve our longed for wishes and hopes.

Snow will melt and fires will go out.But Wisdom is always here for those who can see

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Writing if

If writing changed anything, they’d make it illegal

If writing was good for one,Sylvia Plath would be 81 now.

If writing made money,I’d be in a big white house now.

If writing was banned,we’d all have to talk in code.

If writing were mathematics,a poem would be pied beauty.

If writing   were music,we’d all be on a sliding scale.

If writing were dreaming,I’d be you

Late rose

A rose by any other name might be a tweet.

A nose by any other name could be  a beak

Our foes by any other name might make us weep.

Writing
Writing (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Eeh,I ,Oh. I love you so!

Geo ti guarda
Geo ti guarda (Photo credit: silgeo)

I’ll draw a graph of Mother Earth
I’ll need a lot of paper.
It won’t be easy,I know that,
But Geo’s my alma mater.

Geo came into our maths class.
We had to find her metre.
If we did then we could write
A poem with which to greet her.

With ologies and eulogies,
The earth is deep in waste.
Give me some green graph charts
I’ll do some cut and paste.

I’ll rearrange the entire globe,
Without a deal of fuss.
If anybody notices
They won’t know it was us!

I’ll put all the mountains in the world
Into one continent.
And if I am that way inclined
The globe will look quite bent.

Ill put the lions and tigers too
Into Parliament.
Let them eat not cake but men
And don’t charge them a rent.

I’ll paste all the seas that I find
Onto my washing line.
With less water around the world
The weather should be fine.

Oh Geo was a darling child,
So promising and bright.
Mixed up with the graphs and charts
I hope she’ll see the light.

I’ll put all the stars into a box
We have far too many.
Yet only one sun and one moon,
So,would you like to buy any?

Geo return,I love you so.
I’ll give up cut and paste to show.
That you are all I’ll ever know,

and i do love you so

Belmont Club » The Stand of the Centurions

 

English: Yom Kippur War 1973 on the Golan heights
English: Yom Kippur War 1973 on the Golan heights (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Belmont Club » The Stand of the Centurions.

 

The horror of the Yom Kippur War in Israel/surrounding countries.It was a shock of gigantic proportions to Israel/

 

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English: Map of Israel territories after the Yom Kippur War (1973-1979). (Photo credit: Wikipedia)