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Tuesday, September 16th, 2008
10:01 pm	Dorothy Parker -- Penelope In the pathway of the sun, In the footsteps of the breeze, Where the world and sky are one, He shall ride the silver seas, He shall cut the glittering wave. I shall sit at home, and rock; Rise, to heed a neighbour's knock; Brew my tea, and snip my thread; Bleach the linen for my bed. They will call him brave. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, September 3rd, 2008
9:53 pm	Sara Teasdale -- Like Barley Bending Like barley bending In low fields by the sea, Singing in hard wind Ceaselessly; Like barley bending And rising again, So would I, unbroken, Rise from pain; So would I softly, Day long, night long, Change my sorrow Into song. (Comment on this)
Saturday, August 23rd, 2008
11:46 pm	In Memory of S.W. Say not in grief that she is no more, but say in thankfulness that she was. A death is not the extinguishing of a light, but the putting out of the lamp because the dawn has come. ~Rabindranath Tagore (Comment on this)
Friday, August 15th, 2008
9:06 pm	Elizabeth Barrett Browning -- Sonnets from the Portugues XLI I thank all who have loved me in their hearts, With thanks and love from mine. Deep thanks to all Who paused a little near the prison-wall To hear my music in its louder parts Ere they went onward, each one to the mart's Or temple's occupation, beyond call. But thou, who, in my voice's sink and fall, When the sob took it, thy divinest Art's Own instrument didst drop down at thy foot To hearken what I said between my tears,-- Instruct me how to thank thee! Oh, to shoot My soul's full meaning into future years, That they should lend it utterance, and salute Love that endures, from Life that disappears! (Comment on this)
Tuesday, July 29th, 2008
10:00 pm	Christina Georgina Rossetti -- Aloof The irresponsive silence of the land, The irresponsive sounding of the sea, Speak both one message of one sense to me:-- Aloof, aloof, we stand aloof, so stand Thou too aloof, bound with the flawless band Of inner solitude; we bind not thee; But who from thy self-chain shall set thee free? What heart shall touch thy heart? What hand thy hand? And I am sometimes proud and sometimes meek, And sometimes I remember days of old When fellowship seem'd not so far to seek, And all the world and I seem'd much less cold, And at the rainbow's foot lay surely gold, And hope felt strong, and life itself not weak. (Comment on this)
Monday, February 25th, 2008
10:45 pm	Quote of the Day Try as much as possible to be wholly alive, with all your might. When you laugh, laugh like hell and when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough. ~William Saroyan (Comment on this)
Friday, December 7th, 2007
10:04 pm	Robert Frost: A Question A voice said, Look me in the stars And tell me truly, men of earth, If all the soul-and-body scars Were not too much to pay for birth. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, September 11th, 2007
10:16 pm	Remembering 9/11/01 Photo courtesy of Elder of Ziyon. (Comment on this)
Friday, January 26th, 2007
11:00 pm	Robert Graves -- Symptoms of Love Love is a universal migraine, A bright stain on the vision Blotting out reason.  Symptoms of true love Are leanness, jealousy, Laggard dawns Are omens and nightmares- Listening for a knock Waiting for a sign  For a touch of her fingers In a darkened room, For a searching look.  Take courage, lover! Can you endure such grief At any hand but hers? (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, December 6th, 2006
8:23 pm	Joyce Kilmer -- As Winds That Blow Against A Star I may have posted this one before, but I'm too lazy to go back and check. Anyhow, I saw this article on Yahoo this evening and for some reason the poem just popped into my head.  Good thing he didn't call it  "As Gravity Against a Star." NASA telescope sees black hole gulping remote star By Will Dunham Tue Dec 5, 7:18 PM ET WASHINGTON (Reuters) - A giant black hole displaying horrifying table manners has been caught in the act of guzzling a star in a galaxy 4 billion light-years away, scientists using an orbiting NASA telescope said on Tuesday. For the past two years, scientists have monitored the dramatic events as the star, residing in a galaxy in the Bootes constellation, was ripped apart by the black hole. Scientists used NASA's Galaxy Evolution Explorer, an orbiting telescope sensitive to two bands of ultraviolet wave lengths, to detect an ultraviolet flare coming from the center of a remote elliptical galaxy. "This ultraviolet flare was from a star literally being ripped apart and swallowed by the black hole," Suvi Gezari of the California Institute of Technology in Pasadena and lead author of the paper describing the findings in Astrophysical Journal Letters, said in an interview. "This is the first time that we've actually been able to monitor the flare of radiation from such an event in detail. Only once every 10,000 years will a star pass close enough to a (galaxy's) central black hole to be ripped apart and swallowed in this manner," Gezari said. The scientists hope the findings will give them a better understanding of black holes, objects whose gravity is so powerful even light cannot escape. It is believed that super-massive black holes are located at the core of every galaxy. For example, Gezari said, the Milky Way galaxy in which our solar system resides has a dormant super-massive black hole at its center. Scientists said in this case the unfortunate star strayed a bit too close to the black hole deep inside the galaxy, and was mutilated by the force of its gravity. They believe that parts of the star swirled around and then plunged into the black hole, which sent out the bright ultraviolet flare that the satellite detected. Scientists continue to use the telescope to observe the ultraviolet light as it fades while the black hole snacks on the final table scraps from the devoured star. "We looked at the galaxy in 2003 and there was no ultraviolet light coming from the galaxy at all," Gezari said. "And then in 2004, we suddenly saw this very bright source." "The only way to explain such a luminous ultraviolet flare is if the black hole swallowed a star," Gezari said. Caltech leads the Galaxy Evolution Explorer mission and is responsible for science operations and data analysis, while NASA's Jet Propulsion Laboratory manages the mission and built the instrument. The scientists also used data from NASA's Chandra X-ray Observatory, the Canada France Hawaii Telescope in Hawaii and the Keck Telescope in Hawaii. As Winds That Blow Against A Star (For Aline) Now by what whim of wanton chance Do radiant eyes know sombre days? And feet that shod in light should dance Walk weary and laborious ways? But rays from Heaven, white and whole, May penetrate the gloom of earth; And tears but nourish, in your soul, The glory of celestial mirth. The darts of toil and sorrow, sent Against your peaceful beauty, are As foolish and as impotent As winds that blow against a star. Joyce Kilmer (Comment on this)
Sunday, November 12th, 2006
12:09 am	Eugene Lee-Hamilton (1845-1907) What the Sonnet Is Fourteen small broidered berries on the hem Of Circe's mantle, each of magic gold; Fourteen of lone Calypso's tears that rolled Into the sea, for pearls to come of them; Fourteen clear signs of omen in the gem With which Medea human fate foretold; Fourteen small drops, which Faustus, growing old, Craved of the Fiend, to water Life's dry stem. It is the pure white diamond Dante brought To Beatrice; the sapphire Laura wore When Petrarch cut it sparkling out of thought; The ruby Shakespeare hewed from his heart's core; The dark, deep emerald that Rossetti wrought For his own soul, to wear for evermore. (Comment on this)
Sunday, October 22nd, 2006
10:14 pm	Edna St. Vincent Millay -- The Philosopher And what are you that, wanting you, I should be kept awake As many nights as there are days With weeping for your sake? And what are you that, missing you, As many days as crawl I should be listening to the wind And looking at the wall? I know a man that's a braver man And twenty men as kind, And what are you, that you should be The one man in my mind? Yet women's ways are witless ways, As any sage will tell,— And what am I, that I should love So wisely and so well? (Comment on this)
Sunday, October 15th, 2006
2:49 pm	Fanny Kemble -- My Love There's not a fibre in my trembling frame That does not vibrate when thy step draws near, There's not a pulse that throbs not when I hear Thy voice, thy breathing, nay thy very name. When thou art with me every sense seems dim, And all I am, or know, or feel is thee; My soul grows faint, my veins run liquid flame, And my bewildered spirit seems to swim In eddying whirls of passion, dizzily. When thou art gone, there creeps into my heart A cold and bitter consciousness of pain: The light, the warmth of life with thee depart, And I sit dreaming over and over again Thy greeting clasp, thy parting look and tone; And suddenly I wake--and am alone. (Comment on this)
Saturday, October 14th, 2006
11:00 pm	Annie Lennox -- Primitive Sweetheart The sun has set All red and primitive above our heads Bloodstained on an ageless sky Wipe your tears and let the salt stains dry Let them all run dry All run dry... Sweetheart Take me to bed That's where all our prayers are said Whispered silent in the night That's how all our dreams take flight Let them all go by All go by... For time will catch us in both hands To blow away like grains of sand Ashes to ashes rust to dust This is what becomes of us Sweetheart Send me to sleep Pray to God our hopes to keep Take our fears and make us strong Lead us to where we belong And let it all go by All go by... (Comment on this)
Monday, October 9th, 2006
7:42 pm	Annie Lennox -- The Gift Darling don't you understand I feel so ill at ease The room is full of silence and it's getting hard to breathe Take this gilded cage of pain and set me free Take this overcoat of shame It never did belong to me It never did belong to me I need to go outside I need to leave the smoke 'Cause I can't go on living in this same sick joke It seems our lives have taken on a different kind of twist Now that you have given me the perfect gift You have given me the gift For we have fallen from our shelves To face the truth about ourselves And we have tumbled from our trees Tumbled from our trees And I can almost... I can almost feel the rain falling Don't you know it feels so good So let's go out into the rain again Just like we said we always would (Comment on this)
Monday, September 25th, 2006
7:34 pm	I am the Oracle! Thanks to Buzzy for the link! :) The Oracle 33% Extroversion, 100% Intuition, 44% Emotiveness, 90% Perceptiveness Heuristic, detached, and analytical to a fualt, you are most like The Oracle. You are able to tackle any subject with a fine toothed comb, and you possess an ability to pinpoint nuances and shades of meaning that other people do not have and cannot understand. Accomplishment and realization of ideas are, for you, secondary to the rigorous exploration of ideas and questions -- you are, first and foremost, a theorist. You hate authority, convention, tradition, and under no circumstances do you accept a leadership role (although, you will gladly advise leadership when they're going astray, whether they want you to or not). Abstraction and generalities are your interests, details and particulars are usually inconsequential and uninteresting. You excel at language, mathematics and philosophy. You are typically easy-going and non-confrontational until someone violates one of the very few principles that you deem sacred, at which point you can fly into a rage. Although you possess a much greater understanding of process and systems than the people around you, you are always conscious of the possibility that you've missed something or made a mistake. You don't tend to become attached to particular theories, and will immediately discard mistaken notions once they're revealed to be incorrect (but you don't tolerate iconoclasts who try to discredit validated theories through the use of fallacies and bad data). Despite being outwardly humble, you probably think of yourself as being smarter than most other people. That's because you are. In fact, in your dealings with people your understanding of their motives is so expansive that you know what they're going to say before they say it, and in world affairs, you usually know what is going to take place before it actually does. This ability would make you unbeatable in debates if only you were a little less pensive about your own conclusions, and a little more outgoing. Famous people like you: Albert Einstein, Charles Darwin, Adam Smith, Thomas Jefferson, John McWhorter, Ramanujan, Marie Curie, Kurt Godel Stay clear of: Apollo, Icarus, Hermes, Aphrodite Seek out: Atlas, Prometheus, Daedalus My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 99% on Extroversion You scored higher than 99% on Intuition You scored higher than 99% on Emotiveness You scored higher than 99% on Perceptiveness Link: The Greek Mythology Personality Test written by Aleph_Nine on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test (Comment on this)
Monday, August 21st, 2006
10:34 pm	Helen Hunt Jackson -- Poppies on Wheat Along Ancona's hills the shimmering heat, A tropic tide of air with ebb and flow Bathes all the fields of wheat until they glow Like flashing seas of green, which toss and beat Around the vines. The poppies lithe and fleet Seem running, fiery torchmen, to and fro To mark the shore. The farmer does not know That they are there. He walks with heavy feet, Counting the bread and wine by autumn's gain, But I,--I smile to think that days remain Perhaps to me in which, though bread be sweet No more, and red wine warm my blood in vain, I shall be glad remembering how the fleet, Lithe poppies ran like torchmen with the wheat. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, August 8th, 2006
12:43 am	Robert Frost -- Into My Own One of my wishes is that those dark trees, So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze, Were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom, But stretched away unto the edge of doom. I should not be withheld but that some day Into their vastness I should steal away, Fearless of ever finding open land, Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand. I do not see why I should e'er turn back, Or those should not set forth upon my track To overtake me, who should miss me here And long to know if still I held them dear. They would not find me changed from him they knew-- Only more sure of all I thought was true. (Comment on this)
Thursday, July 27th, 2006
6:17 am	Edna St. Vincent Millay -- Spring To what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no longer quiet me with the redness Of little leaves opening stickily. I know what I know. The sun is hot on my neck as I observe The spikes of the crocus. The smell of the earth is good. It is apparent that there is no death. But what does that signify? Not only under ground are the brains of men Eaten by maggots. Life in itself Is nothing, An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs. It is not enough that yearly, down this hill, April Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers. (Comment on this)
5:06 am	Edna St. Vincent Millay -- Mariposa Butterflies are white and blue In this field we wander through. Suffer me to take your hand. Death comes in a day or two. All the things we ever knew Will be ashes in that hour: Mark the transient butterfly, How he hangs upon the flower. Suffer me to take your hand. Suffer me to cherish you Till the dawn is in the sky. Whether I be false or true, Death comes in a day or two. (Comment on this)