(II, i, 221-229)

October 30, 2012 § Leave a comment

JULIET’

Tis almost morning. I would have thee gone–

And yet no farther than a wanton’s bird,

That lets it hop a little from his hand,

Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,

And with a silk thread plucks it back again,

So loving-jealous of his liberty.

ROMEO

I would I were your bird.

JULIET

Sweet, so would I.

Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.

I love

October 28, 2012 § Leave a comment

Thalassa

October 23, 2012 § Leave a comment

Run out the boat, my broken comrades;
Let the old seaweed crack, the surge
Burgeon oblivious of the last
Embarkation of feckless men,
Let every adverse force converge--
Here we must needs embark again.

Run up the sail, my heartsick comrades;
Let each horizon tilt and lurch--
You know the worst: your wills are fickle,
Your values blurred, your hearts impure
And your past life a ruined church--
But let your poison be your cure.

Put out to sea, ignoble comrades,
Whose record shall be noble yet;
Butting through scarps of moving marble
The narwhal dares us to be free;
By a high star our course is set,
Our end is Life. Put out to sea.

                            Louis MacNeice

The Cinematic Orchestra

October 22, 2012 § Leave a comment

http://m.youtube.com/#/watch?v=QB0ordd2nOI&desktop_uri=%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DQB0ordd2nOI&gl=GB

October 20, 2012 § Leave a comment

perfection is an envelope with nothing writ on it

from T. C.

October 20, 2012 § Leave a comment

Wolves:

I do not want to be reflective any more
Envying and despising unreflective things
Finding pathos in dogs and undeveloped handwriting
And young girls doing their hair and all the castles of sand
Flushed by the childrenæs bedtime, level with the shore.

The tide comes in and goes out again, I do not want
To be always stressing either its flux or its permanence,
I do not want to be a tragic or philosophic chorus
But to keep my eye only on the nearer future
And after that let the sea flow over us.

Come then all of you, come closer, form a circle,
Join hands and make believe that joined
Hands will keep away the wolves of water
Who howl along our coast. And be it assumed
That no one hears them among the talk and laughter.

Louis Macneice

1 Corinthians 13:12

October 18, 2012 § Leave a comment

For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.

(KJV)

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