all_strange_wonders: An illustration of Nita from the Young Wizards story "Uptown Local". (you and me)
It seems like I can always find a Rumi quote that fits.

"A night full of talking that hurts,
my worst held-back secrets.
Everything has to do with loving and not loving.
This night will pass.
Then we have work to do."
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I love this passage from The Truth:

"…He realized that she was quite good-looking if considered over several centuries. Concepts of beauty change over the years, and two hundred years ago Sacharissa's eyes would have made the great painter Caravati bite his brush in half; three hundred years ago the sculptor Mauvaise would have taken one look at her chin and dropped his chisel on his foot; a thousand years ago the Ephebian poets would have agreed that her nose alone was capable of launching at least forty ships. And she had good medieval ears.
Her hand was quite modern, though, and it caught William a stinging blow on the cheek. …
…Sacharissa stood there panting. She had a well-crafted supply of other features that never go out of fashion at all and are perfectly at home in any century. She clearly believed that severe, old-fashioned dresses toned these down. They did not."


Sometimes I feel a little bit like that kind of hodgepodge myself.
all_strange_wonders: An illustration of Nita from the Young Wizards story "Uptown Local". (storm-bringer)
So the beginning of my day? Awesome.

Everything after I left the house the first time? Utter suck.

Cold, tired, sick, unhappy. Sticking my head under a pillow and not coming out until the world does something nice for me again.

This quote seems relevant:
“Between men and women there is no friendship possible. There is passion, enmity, worship, love, but no friendship.” -Oscar Wilde
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"…as most people intuitively realize, the things that grow and fester in a sealed skull aren't always fit to share."

Going on a Spider Robinson kick. Yay! I think I need a dose of hippie sci-fi.
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I'm trying to remember the Stardust quote about lovers being madmen and poets, but I can't recall it properly, and I can't look it up because someone *ahemgwen* still has my copy of Stardust.
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This may be my favorite of all the carols we're singing for the Christmas concert this weekend. It is hauntingly lovely, and the pleasure I take in singing it could only be improved if we were actually using the middle english.

Of on that is so fayre and bright
Velut maris stella,
Brighter than the day is light,
Parens et puella:
Ic crie to thee, thou see to me,
Levedy preye thi Sone for me,
Tam pia,
That Ic mote come to thee.
Maria.

Levedy, flour of alle thing,
Rosa sine spina,
Thu bere Jhesu, hevene king,
Gratia divina:
Of alle thu berst the pris,
Levedy, quene of paradys
Electa:
Mayde milde, Moder.
es Effecta.
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Lux Aeterna, movement 5: Agnus Dei

Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine,
et lux perpetua luceat eis.
all_strange_wonders: An illustration of Nita from the Young Wizards story "Uptown Local". (storm-bringer)
"There is always hope… only because it's the one thing that no one has figured out how to kill yet."

My hope is in thee.


I am as I was made--a moth to a flame, for whom the fire is beautiful even as it burns.
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"It seems odd," he said, that "there are so many more accidents involving trousers [5310] than chainsaws [1148], but everyone has trousers and hardly anyone has chainsaws."

- Lowering the Bar: British Government Considers Mandating Plastic Pint Glasses

And then there's my favorite so far: the guy who walked into the flaming remains of the Burning Man, got burned, and then sued the festival organizers for neglecting to stop him.
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Re: Pres. Obama merch: "Does there have to be an Etsy store for everything?!? He's not a SOUVENIR. He's the PRESIDENT." GFY Girls
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Once upon a time there was an ocean. But now it's a mountain range. Something unstoppable set into motion. Nothing is different, but everything's changed.
It's a dead end job, and you get tired of sittin'. And it's like a nicotine habit you're always thinking about quittin'. I think about quittin' every day of the week. When I look out my window it's brown and it's bleak.
Outta here. How am I gonna get outta here? I'm thinking outta here. When am I gonna get outta here? And when will I cash in my lottery ticket, and bury my past with my burdens and strife? I want to shake every limb in the garden of Eden, and make every lover the love of my life.
I figure that once upon a time I was an ocean. But now I'm a mountain range. Something unstoppable set into motion. Nothing is different, but everything's changed.


--"Once Upon A Time There Was An Ocean", Paul Simon
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Sometimes you start to write a long livejournal entry about something, only to realize midway through that what you really want is to talk to someone about it. This is one of those times. Unfortunately, the confidante I had in mind is in another time zone at the moment.

So, I'm going to spout some Robert Frost and go to bed.

I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain--and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.
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somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if you wish be to close me,i and
my life will shut very beautifully,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

-E. E. Cummings
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In other new- Castle got renewed, yay! Go Nathan Fillion for having a job for another season, and also the other actors in the show who I didn't know previously but now like quite a lot.

---

And now for something completely different

I wait- with patience, with hope and trepidation- for the long promise of spring to be fulfilled.

Although I'm starting to feel as if I'm low on patience. This too shall pass.

---

And this again:
O you whom I often and silently come where you are that I
may be with you,
As I walk by your side or sit near, or remain in the same room with you,
Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing
within me.


I don't love Walt Whitman without qualification- I think some of his stuff is just absolute rubbish- but I really do love some of his work. Especially this bit- it just seems so… accurate, somehow.

Reading back through my journal to find that snippet, I have decided that I do rather like my own style. Thank goodness, because that means I have one.

"It's a hard job, stating the obvious, but somebody's got to do it."
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Let me just preface this by saying that I am not religious- that is, there is no specific form of religious organization or dogma to which I adhere, including that of Christianity, even though I may often borrow from Christian texts to express a certain spiritual mood. I say this because there is often a misconception about my personal faith, which I'd like to clear up. I'm not Christian. I have studied enough history for most organized religions to completely fail to mesh with my worldview, and I really have a hard time taking the Bible seriously. Even if you actually accepted that it is the Holy Writ as determined by the divine and not by men (ha!), there's the fact that it was written for an audience and a society that simply no longer exists. The world is so different as to render it pretty much completely useless. I have all sorts of other issues with it, of course, but I've taken up a lot of time and space to basically say:
I know I quote The Dark Night of the Soul and other religious poetry. I know that some of my favorite verses on love come from the Bible. Their applicability to my life has nothing to do with their religious significance to the wider world. Here, they are only beautiful words that capture a mood, a feeling, a thought, far better than I ever could. On my best days, I am at most a sort of mystic, and hardly even that.

"In te, Domine, speravi:
non confundar in aeternum.

O Lord, in thee have I trusted:
let me never be confounded.
"
-Te Deum
all_strange_wonders: An illustration of Nita from the Young Wizards story "Uptown Local". (you and me)
I've been reading Burnt Norton (T. S. Eliot).

"What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden."

That's what particularly caught me tonight. The whole thing is quite interesting, though, and I recommend it, although you ought to come to it willing to take your time a bit. I especially like the still point of the turning world, which he addresses at too much length for me to copy it here without being a nuisance.

http://www.tristan.icom43.net/quartets/norton.html
all_strange_wonders: An illustration of Nita from the Young Wizards story "Uptown Local". (you and me)
"The world was all before them, where to choose
Their place of rest, and providence their guide;
They hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow,
Through Eden took their solitary way."

I felt two things today- the wild, deep longing for something I cannot name, and the same pale dawn which drew me through the winter with my eyes ever forward to the promise it offered. Something in the wind whispers in my ear, and the white azaleas are in full bloom.

The winter has been long, and even now it is the promise only of hope. The bud could wither on the branch- or it could burst forth into flower.

I wait- with patience, with hope and trepidation- for the long promise of spring to be fulfilled.
all_strange_wonders: An illustration of Nita from the Young Wizards story "Uptown Local". (reading is sexy)
O you whom I often and silently come where you are that I
may be with you,
As I walk by your side or sit near, or remain in the same room with you,
Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing
within me.

Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

PS- This icon, you say? I call it Reading Is Sexy. Because it is.
all_strange_wonders: An illustration of Nita from the Young Wizards story "Uptown Local". (suspension of disbelief)
Reading Walt Whitman's Leaves Of Grass in bits and pieces, saw this and liked it-

O you whom I often and silently come where you are that I
may be with you,
As I walk by your side or sit near, or remain in the same room with you,
Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing
within me.
all_strange_wonders: An illustration of Nita from the Young Wizards story "Uptown Local". (I have medicine)
It is always salutary to be reminded of just how unimportant one is, if unpleasant.


"I like to live in an altered state
it makes me love all the things I hate
and I'm happy to be alive"

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