Month: November 2016

Anger

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http://www.wiseoldsayings.com/anger-quotes/

 

A hand ready to hit, may cause you great trouble.      

Maori (on anger)

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A man in a passion, rides a mad horse.      

Ben Franklin (1706-1790)

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A quarrelsome man has no good neighbours.      

Ben Franklin (1706-1790)

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Anger is a short madness.      

Horace (65-8 BC)

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Anger is often more hurtful than the injury that caused it.      

English (on anger)

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Anger is one letter short of danger.      

Eleanor Roosevelt (1884-1962)

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Clouds gather before a storm.      

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Don’t get your back up.      

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Exaggeration is truth that has lost its temper.      

Kahlil Gibran (1883-1931)

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Fire in the heart sends smoke into the head.      

German Proverb

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Hard words break no bones.      

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If you are patient in one moment of anger, you will escape a hundred days of sorrow.      

Chinese Proverb

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If you kick a stone in anger you will hurt your foot.      

Korean (on anger)

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Postpone today’s anger until tomorrow.      

Tagalog (Filipino) (on anger)

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Red sky at night, shepherd’s delight; red sky in the morning, shepherd take warning.      

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The anger of the prudent never shows.      

Burmese (on anger)

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The greatest remedy for anger is delay.      

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If a small thing has the power to make you angry, does that not indicate something about your size?     

Sydney J. Harris

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He who angers you conquers you.     

Elizabeth Kenny

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Anger ventilated often hurries toward forgiveness; and concealed often hardens into revenge.     

Edward G. Bulwer-Lytton

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Where there is anger, there is always pain underneath.     

Eckhart Tolle

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Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured.     

Baptist Beacon

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Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. But anger is like fire. It burns it all clean.     

Maya Angelou

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Speak when you are angry and you will make the best speech you will ever regret.     

Ambrose Bierce

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It is wise to direct your anger towards problems — not people; to focus your energies on answers — not excuses.     

William Arthur Ward

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Never respond to an angry person with a fiery comeback, even if he deserves it…Don’t allow his anger to become your anger.     

Bohdi Sanders

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Learn this from me. Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from inside. We think that hating is a weapon that attacks the person who harmed us. But hatred is a curved blade. And the harm we do, we do to ourselves.     

Mitch Albom

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Anger is never without a reason, but seldom with a good one.     

Benjamin Franklin

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A quick temper will make a fool of you soon enough.     

Bruce Lee

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You can’t shake hands with a clenched fist.     

Indira Gandhi

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Does our belief make any God exist?
Do those bombs make our minds resist?
The evidence is nebulous
The Bishop is incredulous.
Yet in his job he will, no doubt, persist.

Six million dead gypsies and Jews
Did not cause him to question his views.
But he once lived in Paris
And so he is harassed
By the recent and ominous news.

In a similar fashion might I say,
God doesn’t exist ,though I prayed.
My husband has died
And my aunties beside.
ISo my thoughts about God are well,grave.

If God does exist ,he is there
Regardless of how I now fare.
As far as the nebulae are
Further is he by far.
But to say he is dead,I don’t dare.

The crisis of language project

This is very interesting.

 

 

https://thepointmag.com/crisis-of-language-project

 

“Americans no longer know how to talk to each other. During the 2016 presidential campaign, the novelist George Saunders explained that we had become “two separate ideological countries … speaking different languages,” while journalist Nathan Heller lamented the “collapse of public discourse.” This sounded bad enough, but when we heard Kanye West describe Donald Trump’s speaking style as “very futuristic,” we knew we could no longer stand idly by. We hope you will join us in “The Crisis of Language Project,” a new initiative to restore the possibility of communication in our beleaguered republic.”

Writing from the heart

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Writing from the heart: 10 suggestions

 

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  1. Protect that effort you have made to see and feel things in a positive way. Unconstructive criticism, anger, and jealousy can thwart our inspiration and prevent us writing from the heart, whether they come from ourselves or from other people. Try to avoid encountering these negative forces. If you cannot avoid them, try not to pay attention to them.

Peace Rally

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https://www.theguardian.com/music/2012/may/05/adam-yauch

Beastie Boys star attends rally after Adam Yauch Park defaced with antisemitic graffit

 

 

https://www.theguardian.com/music/video/2016/nov/21/beastie-boys-star-attends-rally-after-adam-yauch-park-defaced-with-anti-semitic-graffiti-video

By our love and work

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Are we  called to our vocation
A calling to a  richness  green and flowered
Yet context’s needed for    gestation
In  writing  true not imitation
We  are seeking our vocation
With spirit we must make relation
That native  genius  develps  becomes ours
Helps reach those  unknown destinations
We each   create our own vocation
By    love and work in   combination

Triolet by Robert Bridges (1876)

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When first we met, we did not guess
That Love would prove so hard a master;
Of more than common friendliness
When first we met we did not guess.
Who could foretell the sore distress,
This irretrievable disaster,
When first we met?—We did not guess
That Love would prove so hard a master.

Imagery in poetry

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Imagery

Imagery Definition

Imagery means to use figurative language to represent objects, actions and ideas in such a way that it appeals to our physical senses.

Usually it is thought that imagery makes use of particular words that create visual representation of ideas in our minds. The word imagery is associated with mental pictures. However, this idea is but partially correct. Imagery, to be realistic, turns out to be more complex than just a picture. Read the following examples of imagery carefully:

  • It was dark and dim in the forest. – The words “dark” and “dim” are visual images.
  • The children were screaming and shouting in the fields. – “Screaming” and “shouting” appeal to our sense of hearing or auditory sense.
  • He whiffed the aroma of brewed coffee. – “whiff” and “aroma” evoke our sense of smell or olfactory sense.
  • The girl ran her hands on a soft satin fabric. – The idea of “soft” in this example appeals to our sense of touch or tactile sense.
  • The fresh and juicy orange is very cold and sweet. – “ juicy” and “sweet” when associated with oranges have an effect on our sense of taste or gustatory sense.

Imagery needs the aid of figures of speech like simile, metaphor, personification, onomatopoeia etc. in order to appeal to the bodily senses. Let us analyze how famous poets and writers use imagery in literature.

 

Like coloured visions of the ocean bed

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Thought, the vision of the inner eye,
Peers behind the mask of mundane view
A choosing of the best of what comes by
Not the monsters on the Daily News

Thought to me is vision without words;
Needs silent presentation  and review.
The words  translate the images  that surge
Then fall back to the ocean where they grew.

Like coloured visions of the  deep sea bed
Where fishes  reel and dance, where life is new.
What we  mean  with difficulty’s said
Yet evocation  summons  it to view.

Let my  words evoke my love  of you;
And answer me with many   kisses new.

Angels stored his stolen braces

Marry with taste or depend upon  treasure
None so kind as those who will not  be.
There’s many a blue word spoken  unblessed
I never said to you that I am seeding.
Oh flood sweet maze,and let who will have weather.
He was  just bad  luck in  the doldrums
To see or not to see,that is so testing.
How can we knit the entire  purled?
Don’t receive me or my woe.
Angels stored his stolen braces

To be alone but not alone to be.

‘How good to be companion to onesself
To be alone but not alone to be.
For peace will bring us calm and dreams of wealth
As dreams  and symbols help us all to see.

How sweet to hear the silence underneath
The noises of  this busy urban life
For that which is above, also’ s beneath
An endless sea  where dreams  swim without strife,

How gentle is the silence of the trees
Calm now that the storms have passed and gone
Like boats swing  anchored on   the delphic seas
This soothing silence  enters everyone.

No  more the  fear of loneliness  embrace
Acceptance  gives such  comfort of our days

I wave and then I particle again

 

Oh,take me hold me,love me like you do

With kisses sweet commend me  to your heart

Love me like  a tea of finest brew.

Love me like a cox’s pippin tart.

oh,dance  me,swing  me, let me feel alive.

And let me feel your melody anew.

We get what we desire yet don’t deserve.

When one  is made from  love between the two.

Oh. lend me your  maths textbooks for   a while

I love  irrational numbers like a child.

and transcendental  pies do often  me beguile

i  feel tonight  my numbers dancing wild.

So ambiguous is  my attitude to men

I wave and then I particle again

With each image ,still your dreaming heart

 

To write a poem will take our entire heart
Our mind and soul, our body and our dreams.
With trepidation,take a pen and start

Let preconceptions , though well meant, depart
Creative work evades such plans and schemes
To write a poem will shake the entire heart

We travel lands unknown without a chart
With our courage, trust the dark unseen
For inspiration,take our pens and write

We bite the apple,bitter, hard and tart
Knowledge enters in its dream -like streams
To write a poem will move each living heart

No logic,reasoning, signs, however wrought
Will bring to life the holy pattern’s themes
With each image ,still your dreaming heart

The earth ,the oceans, seas, the sacred scenes
Where humans live out daily what life means
To write a poem , we need a mystic’s heart
In emptiness, we fill our pens,we start

 

 

 

 

 

 

Help a friend who grieves

From Riemann to Schrodinger:Cats in Modern Physics and in the Unconscious Mind

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/megan-devine/death-and-dying

Anticipate, don’t ask.
Do not say “Call me if you need anything,” because your friend will not call. Not because they do not need, but because identifying a need, figuring out who might fill that need, and then making a phone call to ask is light years beyond their energy levels, capacity or interest. Instead, make concrete offers: “I will be there at 4 p.m. on Thursday to bring your recycling to the curb,” or “I will stop by each morning on my way to work and give the dog a quick walk.” Be reliable.

Write your own poem

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Leonard Cohen (1970’s)

 

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/resources/learning/articles/detail/69588

 

Practice of an art is more salutary than talk about it.
There is nothing more composing than composition.
—Robert Frost, from his notebooks[Poetry and Prose,
edited by Edward Connery Lathem and Lawrance Thompson
(Holt, 1972)]

Why you can and should write poetry

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http://www.huffingtonpost.com/university-of-toronto-news/why-you-can-and-should-wr_b_4718395.html

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What final advice would you give to someone thinking about taking up poetry?

Keep a notebook and pen on you at all times and pay attention — with all your senses — at all times. You can use a cell phone, tablet, iPad, anything to take notes. Don’t be afraid to jot notes down in transit, at a meeting or at the dinner table. Put inspiration first. And once you sit down to write, let yourself write, even if you fall on clichés. Don’t let your internal critic take over too soon. Another key is to write every day, even if just a little. This is how you nurture the emotional and intellectual breakthroughs, the aesthetic highs, which will serve as the foundation of your writing addiction.

— Don Campbell

Ozymandias by Shelley

  • I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

Anyway,how is your nose?

 

When I am down I like a little Bark.
What about my shoe,Bert?
I know it’s a stiletto , but murder doesn’t cure depression.
Nothing lasts…except the ten minutes before the doctor begins the 22 injections into your face.
You know I hate the way   they talk,You are going to smell the smell of human flesh burning.
It’s what we call schizoid.If they said, your own flesh burning then you’d be shouting,  and bawling.And they can’t handle that.They are only trying to help you
That’s what Hitler said to Freud
And what did Freud say?
i prefer a cigar,
I didn’t know you smoked
It’s  the new oven.
What’s the make?
Belsen,I think.
You sure?
Or Schwitz they said.
I think that’s disgusting.
Well you have to leave it all behind you.
it’s still bloody disgusting.
I agree,we are going all electric soon… starting with the chairs.
You are barking.
Or Digging ’em.
Don’t get the spade out,We’ve buried enough.
All you need is love……. it’s just this bloody hate that lurks about…..Oh,my God

Killed by the phone

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http://www.salon.com/2013/11/02/smartphones_are_killing_us_and_destroying_public_life/

 

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Personal technology may be only a small part of McCullough’s interpretation of “peak distraction,” but for most people, the computer, tablet and phone are a focal point. What permanent connectivity does to our minds is the subject of great debate. What it does to public space is less often acknowledged. Essentially, smartphone users in public operate under the illusion that they are in private. They exist, in the words of two Israeli researchers, in “portable, private, personal territories.” Their memories of visited places are much worse than those of control subjects.

It takes a long time

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    It takes a long time for a tree to die.
    Though its trunk be almost severed with the axe.
    There was plenty of sap above
    Then the leaves began to wither
    and fall though it was spring time…

    It takes a long time,to forget.
    Not to remember
    How to live.

    First the tree stops growing.
    It pauses,as if waiting for a message.
    Then,as I said, the leaves turn brown.
    It all takes time.Time to stop waiting

    The leaves drop,then the smaller branches shrivel.
    Humans also find that when ill, the hair may stop growing
    And the finger nails.
    We sacrifice the less important pieces of ourselves.
    Even the most.

    The small branches shrivel and dry out….
    Yet the tree still looks alive.
    Then gradually we notice it’s drying out;
    it’s branches are parched and soon the trunk dries too.
    It may split in places and insects make their home there.

    It takes a long time before the trunk dies.
    From the top down it dies.
    The sap is too limited in quantity
    To climb the trunk….
    So the sap stays near the ground.
    Eventually the whole tree seems dead
    Yet in the roots there is still subterranean life.

    The tree has died and is now brown and leaning a little sideways
    No longer magnificent in display.
    Time is all it needed
    After the sharp cut…
    And sometimes the roots are strong enough
    To begin to send up new shoots
    Another tree may grow..
    I have seen that.

    People ,of course ,die more quickly.
    We have no roots.
    And what of love,how does love die?
    Like a tree,like a tree,like a tree

Howling bones

Many a fickle makes a  mad cackle
Many are fickle  until their love buckles
There’re many  fine  quips  seen  crossing my lips.
Too many hooks will fishes engross
Grow as I grew,not  that old freak
Howling bones will frighten the lost

As from the wind’s hook I was flung

The hook of the wind caught my jacket
And spun me around on  its rope
The look of the wind wasn’t happy
As I spun on that strange gyroscope.

The rain drenched my hair and my glasses
I could not see where I was flung
All I could see was the passing,
As from the wind’s hook I was flung

Then as I hung down from an oak tree
The sun made a brilliant return
So I could see how the birds see
Above  the  grey smoke I could learn

My jacket came loose , the wind whooshed it
Until I fell into a ditch
I think I may purchase a broomstick
And become  the new neighbourhood witch

My jacket still hangs in the oak tree
But my hat has  stayed glued to my head
The crows were delighted to see me
But I will not let birds share my bed

Lurkers and lurking on the net

 

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Non lurkers here.Lurkers will not wear distinctive clothing.They want to  see but not to be seen

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Lurkers are Like Dophins or Unicorns!

 

https://onlineeconomy.hbs.org/submission/confessions-of-an-internet-lurker/

 

http://blog.mersive.com/confessions-of-a-cto-lurker/

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