May 2012
33 posts
Said the Comte de Germain in a dream Things aren’t just the way they seem. One day you’re alive and another you’re not Isn’t life just a dream?
“Bon Soir,” said the man from Dijon, Though the mustard was far from gone. His delightful dessert Was known through the world. All hail to the men of Dijon.
A silly old man from Lyon Had a very carefully manicured lawn Little did he know That fashion in tow Was modern art feats instead of his fawns.
There once was a man who wrote limericks He put as many words in a line as he could fit This worked very well Until came death’s knell before he could to convince someone out there to publish it.
There once was a man from Toulouse, Who put all his gold in a caboose, When the tax man came, He started his train, That silly engine-less man from Toulouse.
Once I took to the sky with wings of a dove
To see how the world looked from above.
The winds of the universe blew,
and I henceforth knew,
that below with my friends was enough.
Fallen angel, I see why you linger here among the crocuses. What a beautiful thing to watch a flower grow and be there when the stamen first pierces the sky.
“Non ha l’ottimo artista alcun concetto
c’un marmo solo in sé non circonscriva...”
– MA
“C’est un homme qui ne meurt point, et qui sait tout”
– Voltaire
“Errant sur un sable brûlant je le sentois a chaque instant s’affaisser sous mes...”
– CSG
“Autrefois, les gens croyaient aux fées et aux fantômes.”
Lyon.
“Vois-tu ces grands bâtons droits ?
Ce sont les nouveaux arbres.
Vois-tu...”
Someone tiptoed around the corner and caught me dreaming. Of where the rose still grows unencumbered by the thorns of our desire.
“Novit enim Dominus qui sunt eius”
“Weme Zeit ist wie Ewigkeit,
Und Ewigkeit wie die Zeit,
Der ist befreyt von...”
– JB
“Je f’rai un domaine
Ou l’amour s ‘ra roi ...”
– Jacques Brel
“中元北极紫微宫，北极五星在其中。
大帝之坐第二珠，第三之星庶子居。”
“Toren wir, auf Lind’rung da zu hoffen”
“With such feelings in our hearts we forever want to imbue ourselves with the...”
– Rudolf Steiner
“Ancora Imparo”
– Michelangelo
Both power and beauty are, in certain respects, ultimately a function of density. Density is the ability to move a force with a minimum of effort, it is the Archemedian lever of eternity. Poetry, because certain laws germane to prose are removed, can be more dense than prose. For instance, “drop. leaf.” removes three words from “the drop on the leaf.”
The problem with...
“Τῇ δ᾽Ἔρος ὡμάρτησε καὶ Ἵμερος ἕσπετο καλὸς
γεινομένῃ τὰ πρῶτα θεῶν τ᾽ἐς φῦλον...”
“Ideo amor ab Orpheo sine coulis dicitur, quia est supra intellectum”
– Pico della Mirandola
April 2012
11 posts
“„Den meisten bleibt es verborgen, dass sie von einem Gott beseelt sind”
“Socrates, in turning his back on poetic myths, was really turning hisback on the...”
– Robert Graves
Essay on Dao De Jing in the light of esotericism
Easter spent in Assisi.
“Es war ein wunderlicher Krieg,
Da Tod und Leben rungen,
Das Leben behielt den...”
March 2012
78 posts
This other order of things is far deeper, for it is the original and the direct one; in its presence the common laws of nature, which are simply formal, are unavailing; therefore, under its immediate action neither time nor space can separate any longer the individuals, and the separation impendent on these forms presents no more insurmountable barriers for the intercourse of thoughts and the...
“Go into yourself. Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it...”
– Rainer Maria Rilke (via alfsaga)
