How can a heart expression find?
Expect a most agreeable letter, for not being overburdened with subject (having nothing at all to say), there shall be no check to my genius from beginning to end.
--Jane Austen
mischief
Expect a most agreeable letter, for not being overburdened with subject (having nothing at all to say), there shall be no check to my genius from beginning to end.
--Jane Austen
how should another know your mind?
And there was a beautiful view
But nobody could see.
Cause everybody on the island
Was saying: Look at me! Look at me!
--Laurie Anderson
will he discern what quickens you?
Saturday, January 2, 2010 @ 7:43 AMA Psalm of Life
Tell me not in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou are, to dust thou returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou are, to dust thou returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each tomorrow
Find us farther than today.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act, - act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead!
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each tomorrow
Find us farther than today.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act, - act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead!
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sand of time;
Footprints on the sand of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us then be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us then be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
i have this most ANNOYING dribbling nose, which, of course, refuses to go away.
not that i'm crying, you understand.
though i realised how hopeless I am when I drowned in Chopin for a while.
It seems as though I have rediscovered music, and Beethoven, Mozart and dear, dear Chopin along with it.
it's BEAUTIFUL.
mais and I were just waxing philosophical about the trash that passes off as music nowadays.
especially those with LYRICS.
crude sexual origins :/
I LIKE posting poems.
it's like sharing a representation of my feelings at any given time.
so yes, yours truly is feeling mildly depressed, for no specific reason, so blame it on the hormones [those things are really convenient, thank God for them].
And I think I'm past the transfer from girls' school to mixed school thang.
There's this cloud you're under for a bit, makes you go all airheaded and quite ridiculous for a moment there.
And now I'm glad to announce that I'm back to my former self, hence the return of poetry, writing vicariously [i HOPE], piano improvisations and working on classical and romantic stalwarts.
And sarcasm [oh, dear friend] and using long words to annoy people who try to strangle me with lameness.
LIKE ALOYSIUS.
why do I have a cousin like that ):
oh. and working on a portfolio.
which, for all I know, may wind up going nowhere.
But I refuse to deny myself a CHANCE, because I know I'd never forgive myself if I didn't at least TRY.
It's something I'm praying for.
If it gets somewhere, I'll post about it!
Idelle :D
-oh, my. only two smileys in this whole post, and one of them isn't exactly a smiley, but rather a sadley, or should I call it a frowney?
They shouldn't be called smileys if they ain't happy.
a thought once uttered is untrue.
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Dimmed is the fountainhead when stirred:
drink at the source and speak no word.