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Nettle, Bramble, Thistle: September 2010
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Nettle, Bramble, Thistle. Tuesday, September 7, 2010. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). A WORK IN PROGRESS. View my complete profile. Life in Slightly Less Frozen Hell. Plusha Fucks Up, But Possibly for a Good Reason. The Amazing Adventures of Madebonne and Henry. Chapter 10: "Home Again". Grace of the Absurd: A Mother's Journey to Her Son.
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Nettle, Bramble, Thistle: Poem For Today
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Nettle, Bramble, Thistle. Monday, November 23, 2009. Another most beloved poem.A love sonnet turned quite on its head, and one of the few I committed to steadfast memory. EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY. Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink. Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;. Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink. And rise and sink and rise and sink again;. Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,. Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;. Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
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Nettle, Bramble, Thistle: Poem for Today
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Nettle, Bramble, Thistle. Tuesday, November 24, 2009. Another old and very favorite poem. My wife is sleeping. And the baby and Kathleen. And the sun is a flame-white disc. Above shining trees,—. If I in my north room. Dance naked, grotesquely. Waving my shirt round my head. And singing softly to myself:. I am lonely, lonely. I was born to be lonely,. I am best so! If I admire my arms, my face,. My shoulders, flanks, buttocks. Against the yellow drawn shades,—. Who shall say I am not. A WORK IN PROGRESS.
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Nettle, Bramble, Thistle: August 2009
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Nettle, Bramble, Thistle. Wednesday, August 12, 2009. Even Now I Love this Poem. By Steinbeck, there is a poem that I always admired. I was always under the impression that it was written by Steinbeck himself, but in fact he edited it down from a long love poem, Chaurapanchasika. Written in the 11th century by Kasmiri poet Bilhana Kavi. The original is 50 stanzas. Steinbeck quoted the 1919 translation titled. By the English poet Powys Mathers. Here is that version:. Wanton as water, honied with eagerness.
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Nettle, Bramble, Thistle
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Nettle, Bramble, Thistle. Friday, November 20, 2009. True joy in life. The being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being thoroughly worn out before you are thrown on the scrap heap; the being a force of Nature instead of a feverish selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.". Epistle Dedicatory to Arthur Bingham Walkley. Man and Superman: a Comedy and a Philosophy. Labels: george bernard shaw.
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Nettle, Bramble, Thistle: May 2009
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Nettle, Bramble, Thistle. Tuesday, May 19, 2009. The Art of Sending Happy Mail. I'm rather proud of this one I am. Esmeralda Consuela de Jesus. Click pic left for details. The Vase of Tulips. That drink was originally a hot toddy, but i tweaked it to look summerish. i didn't intend to make the liquid resemble the "urine of Satan after a hefty portion of asparagus.". Monday, May 18, 2009. Receiving Graciously Holds Hands with Giving Freely. Sacha had made us copies of this wonderful article from Ode.
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Nettle, Bramble, Thistle: June 2009
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Nettle, Bramble, Thistle. Saturday, June 6, 2009. Put the Mettle to the Nettle (Urtica Dioica). It's early in the morning. And I've had little sleep, so I thought I'd extol the virtues of the wondrous Stinging Nettle, considering the title of this blog. A blue jay landed just inches from me on the fire escape, so I will take that as a sign of good things to come. She just wrote a fantastic and very thorough post on the Stinging Nettle, aka. In her Stiggly Holistics. What's so good about nettles? Nettles ...
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Nettle, Bramble, Thistle: Love After Love
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Nettle, Bramble, Thistle. Sunday, December 27, 2009. The time will come. When, with elation,. You will greet yourself arriving. At your own door, in your own mirror,. And each will smile at the other's welcome. And say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart. To itself, to the stranger who has loved you. All your life, whom you have ignored. For another, who knows you by heart. Take down the love letters from your bookshelf,.
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Nettle, Bramble, Thistle: November 2009
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Nettle, Bramble, Thistle. Tuesday, November 24, 2009. Another old and very favorite poem. My wife is sleeping. And the baby and Kathleen. And the sun is a flame-white disc. Above shining trees,—. If I in my north room. Dance naked, grotesquely. Waving my shirt round my head. And singing softly to myself:. I am lonely, lonely. I was born to be lonely,. I am best so! If I admire my arms, my face,. My shoulders, flanks, buttocks. Against the yellow drawn shades,—. Who shall say I am not. Love is not all.
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Nettle, Bramble, Thistle: The Lucky Ones
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Nettle, Bramble, Thistle. Tuesday, September 7, 2010. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A WORK IN PROGRESS. View my complete profile. Life in Slightly Less Frozen Hell. Plusha Fucks Up, But Possibly for a Good Reason. The Amazing Adventures of Madebonne and Henry. Chapter 10: "Home Again". Grace of the Absurd: A Mother's Journey to Her Son.