Wednesday, 11 July 2007
AHEM!!!
Hey guys! I haven't been on the blog for soooo long!!! I'm sorry! ): I will try to keep up with blog happenings and post more blogs in the future. Meow!!
Strange and Mysterious Poems...
Seen From Above
On a dirt road lies a dead beetle.
Three little pairs of legs carefully folded on his belly.
Instead of death's chaos - neatness and order.
The horror of this sight is mitigated,
the range strictly local, from witchgrass to spearmint.
Sadness is not contagious.
The sky is blue.
For our peace of mind, their death seemingly shallower,
animals do not pass awa, but simply die,
losing - we wish to believe - less awareness of the world,
leaving - it seems to us - a stage less tragic.
Their humble little souls do not haunt our dreams,
they keep their distance,
know their place.
So here lies the dead beetle on the road,
glistens unlamented when the sun hits.
A glance at him is as good as a thought:
he looks as though nothing important had befallen him.
What's important is valid supposedly for us.
For just our life, for just our death,
a death that enjoys an extorted primacy.
Wislawa Szymborska
The Sun
Look: the sun has spread its wings
over the earth to dispel the darkness.
Like a great tree, with its roots in heaven,
and its branches reaching down to the earth.
Judah Al-Harizi
Carnations
Pale blossoms, each balanced on a single jointed stem,
And leaves curled back in elaborate Corinthian scrolls;
And the air cool, as if drifting down from wet hemlocks,
Or rising out of ferns not far from water,
A crisp hyacinthine coolness,
Like that clear autumnal weather of eternity,
The windless perpetual morning above a September cloud.
Theodore Roethke
On a dirt road lies a dead beetle.
Three little pairs of legs carefully folded on his belly.
Instead of death's chaos - neatness and order.
The horror of this sight is mitigated,
the range strictly local, from witchgrass to spearmint.
Sadness is not contagious.
The sky is blue.
For our peace of mind, their death seemingly shallower,
animals do not pass awa, but simply die,
losing - we wish to believe - less awareness of the world,
leaving - it seems to us - a stage less tragic.
Their humble little souls do not haunt our dreams,
they keep their distance,
know their place.
So here lies the dead beetle on the road,
glistens unlamented when the sun hits.
A glance at him is as good as a thought:
he looks as though nothing important had befallen him.
What's important is valid supposedly for us.
For just our life, for just our death,
a death that enjoys an extorted primacy.
Wislawa Szymborska
The Sun
Look: the sun has spread its wings
over the earth to dispel the darkness.
Like a great tree, with its roots in heaven,
and its branches reaching down to the earth.
Judah Al-Harizi
Carnations
Pale blossoms, each balanced on a single jointed stem,
And leaves curled back in elaborate Corinthian scrolls;
And the air cool, as if drifting down from wet hemlocks,
Or rising out of ferns not far from water,
A crisp hyacinthine coolness,
Like that clear autumnal weather of eternity,
The windless perpetual morning above a September cloud.
Theodore Roethke
Thursday, 5 July 2007
Quadruply Questioning Quiz
While completing this quiz, please do not cheat by looking the answers up on the internet or in books.
1. Would an epiphenomenalist be likely to say 'The mind is stronger than the body'?
2. When was Chopin born?
3. What was Antoine Barnave's full name?
4. Who was the last 'King of France'?
Bonus tiebreaker;
5. Where was Robespierre born?
1. Would an epiphenomenalist be likely to say 'The mind is stronger than the body'?
2. When was Chopin born?
3. What was Antoine Barnave's full name?
4. Who was the last 'King of France'?
Bonus tiebreaker;
5. Where was Robespierre born?
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