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Plus my only natural talent's wasted
I sat down to write up this weekend and the bits and pieces of news that I've been reminding myself to report since last Thursday, but my brain has gone to slurry.* Consequently, I am forced to fall back on other people's brains for my entertainment. Don't let me down here.
So. I saw this done once with icons. If you want to comment on this post, you must do so in quotation. If you want to respond to a comment, you must do so in quotation. Prose, poetry, film, television, song lyrics, academic criticism, all are fair game; the language is likewise left to your discretion, although I cannot promise that you won't be asked to provide translations. Neither will I stipulate that you must be able to identify the quotation to which you are responding, although more power to you if you can. Quote characters who are already speaking in quotation, if you feel like it.** Now watch a total radio silence fall.
"Is anybody there?" said the Traveler . . .
*I blame this partly on the fact that I'm reading what must be the perkiest whaler's journal ever. A sample entry: December 10. Saturday. Set in, bright & beautiful! 9 AM raised "Right Whales!!!!!" Lowered! The Larboard Boat went on & struck a fine one! He tried hard to get away but the lance "hurt his feelings" and in consequence, he was a dead whale at 22 AM!! 3 PM Cut in. 7 PM Boiling! You think I'm making those exclamation points up.
**And if you are Pamela Dean, you should properly be started with a handicap . . .
So. I saw this done once with icons. If you want to comment on this post, you must do so in quotation. If you want to respond to a comment, you must do so in quotation. Prose, poetry, film, television, song lyrics, academic criticism, all are fair game; the language is likewise left to your discretion, although I cannot promise that you won't be asked to provide translations. Neither will I stipulate that you must be able to identify the quotation to which you are responding, although more power to you if you can. Quote characters who are already speaking in quotation, if you feel like it.** Now watch a total radio silence fall.
"Is anybody there?" said the Traveler . . .
*I blame this partly on the fact that I'm reading what must be the perkiest whaler's journal ever. A sample entry: December 10. Saturday. Set in, bright & beautiful! 9 AM raised "Right Whales!!!!!" Lowered! The Larboard Boat went on & struck a fine one! He tried hard to get away but the lance "hurt his feelings" and in consequence, he was a dead whale at 22 AM!! 3 PM Cut in. 7 PM Boiling! You think I'm making those exclamation points up.
**And if you are Pamela Dean, you should properly be started with a handicap . . .
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---L.
completing the passage
How fresh our love was in the beginning;
The summer, how it ripen'd in the year;
And autumn, what our golden harvests were;
The winter I'll not think on to spite thee,
But count it a lost season; so shall she.
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Even that we will wake up is an assumption
But I know for a fact that I loved someone
And for about a year we lived in Boston
Re: completing the passage
Was there another Troy for her to burn?
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Her swelling lips, to which when we are come,
We anchor there, and think ourselves at home,
For they seem all; there Sirens' songs and there
Wise Delphic oracles do fill the ear.
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and burned the topless towers of Ilium?
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God's daughter, born of love,
the beauty of cool feet
and slenderest knees,
could love indeed the maid,
only if she were laid,
white ash amid funereal cypresses.
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the stern black-bearded kings with wolfish eyes,
waiting to see me die.
The high masts flicker'd as they lay afloat;
the crowds, the temples, waver'd, and the shore;
the bright death quivered at the victim's throat--
touch'd-- and I knew no more.
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Scale in the thaws, wear in the rain. The poet as well
Builds his monuments mockingly;
For man will be blotted out, the blithe earth die, the brave sun
Die blind and blacken to the heart:
Yet stones have stood for a thousand years, and pained thoughts found
The honey of peace in old poems.
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But only in time can the moment in the rose-garden,
The moment in the arbour where the rain beat,
The moment in the draughty church at smokefall
Be remembered; involved with past and future.
Only through time time is conquered.
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Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
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The rafters of my body, bone
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And saw the skull beneath the skin . . .
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And till our Soules be unapparrelled
Of bodies, they from blisse are banished.
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dead men talk to all the pretty nurses
instruments shine on a silver tray
don't let me get carried away
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Their case to take from you what they need
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Would for a given soul give something too.
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But not your heart away;
Give pearls away and rubies
But keep your fancy free.