onsdag 29. februar 2012

.: Give peace in our time O, Lord...

.: Give peace in our time O, Lord...: From all evil and mischief; From sin, from the crafts and assaults of the devil; From thy wrath, and from everlasting damnation. Good ...

Give peace in our time O, Lord...


From all evil and mischief;
From sin, from the crafts and
assaults of the devil;
From thy wrath, and from
everlasting damnation.
Good Lord, deliver us.
From all blindness of heart;
From pride, vain-glory,
and hypocrisy; From envy, 
hatred, and malice, and from
all uncharitableness.
good Lord deliver us.
From fornication, and all other deadly
sin; and from all the deceits of the world,
the flesh, and the devil,
Good Lord, deliver us.
From lightning and tempest;
From plague, pestilence, and
famine; from battle and murder, and from
sudden death, and killing in Syria.
Good Lord, deliver us.


.: Morality's not practical. Morality's a gesture. A ...

.: Morality's not practical. Morality's a gesture. A ...: Nobody will or cannot help... Think of all the people how are been killed every day or hour !

Morality's not practical. Morality's a gesture. A complicated gesture learned from books. As our fighting "friends" in Ukraina has not read...


Nobody will or cannot help...
Think of all the people how are
been killed every day or hour !

.: Noe så uklokt skal du aldri gjøre som å trette med...

.: Noe så uklokt skal du aldri gjøre som å trette med...: Alt du kan løfte er børa til bror din... Det er mange som fryser !...

Noe så uklokt skal du aldri gjøre som å trette med en tosk. - - - Å være menneske er en sykdom. Helbredelse er umulig, en all vår streben består i å finne et smertestillende middel...

Alt du kan løfte er børa til bror din...
Det er mange som fryser !...

.: Every man, when he comes to be sensible of his nat...

.: Every man, when he comes to be sensible of his nat...: Our Father which art in heaven Stay there... And we will stay on earth Which is sometimes so pretty.

Every man, when he comes to be sensible of his natural rights, and to feel his own importance, will consider himself as fully equal to any other person whatever...


Our Father which art in heaven
Stay there...
And we will stay on earth
Which is sometimes so pretty.


tirsdag 28. februar 2012

.: The age demanded an image - Of its accelerated gri...

.: The age demanded an image - Of its accelerated gri...: The tea-rose tea-gown, ... Supplants the mousseline of Cos, The pianola "replaces" Sappho's barbitos. Christ follows Dionysus, Phall...

The age demanded an image - Of its accelerated grimace, Something for the modern stage, Not, at any rate, an Attic grace; Not, not certainly, the obscure reveries of the inward gaze; Better mendacities than the classics in paraphrase !



The tea-rose tea-gown, ...
Supplants the mousseline of Cos,
The pianola "replaces"
Sappho's barbitos.

Christ follows Dionysus,
Phallic and ambrosial
Made way for macerations;
Caliban casts out Ariel.


All things are a flowing,
Sage Heraclitus says;
But a tawdry cheapness
Shall outlast our days.


Even the Christian beauty
Defects - after Samothrace;
We see
Decreed in the market place.

.: In principio erat Verbum, et Verbum erat apud Deum...

.: In principio erat Verbum, et Verbum erat apud Deum...: In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God... Please all my friends, have a nice day !

In principio erat Verbum, et Verbum erat apud Deum, et Deus erat Verbum...

In the beginning was the Word,
and the Word was with God,
and the Word was God...


Please all my friends,
have a nice day !

mandag 27. februar 2012

.: Det faller litt lys på min vei ikveld, jeg fatter ...

.: Det faller litt lys på min vei ikveld, jeg fatter ...: Hvis det er sant, at alle ting er skapt av Gud, da er det håp for oss, min venn. Selv om lykkens paradis gikk tapt kan Gud jo skape oss...

.: I am become like a pelican in the wilderness; and ...

.: I am become like a pelican in the wilderness; and ...: Work without hope draws nectar in a sieve, And hope without an object cannot live... Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my bo...

I am become like a pelican in the wilderness; and like an owl that is in the desert. I have watched, and am even as it were a sparrow; that sitteth alone upon the house-top.


Work without hope draws nectar in a sieve,
And hope without an object cannot live...



Sure I had drunken in my dreams,
And still my body drank...



Alone, alone, all, all alone,
Alone on a wide wide sea !
And never a saint took pity on
My soul in agony...



.: If at times my eyes are lenses through which the b...

.: If at times my eyes are lenses through which the b...

If at times my eyes are lenses through which the brain explores constellations of feeling my ears yielding like swinging doors admit princes to the corridors into the mind, do not envy me. I have a beast on my back...


.: Rise up my love, my fair one, and come away. For, ...

.: Rise up my love, my fair one, and come away. For, ...: "Live in the present"... Live, you say, in the present; Live only in the present. But I don't want the present, I want reality;' I ...

Rise up my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land.


"Live in the present"...

Live, you say, in the present;
Live only in the present.


But I don't want the present,
I want reality;'
I want existent things, 
not the time which measures things...


what is the present?
It's something relative to the past and the future.
It's something that exist by virtue of other things existing.
I only want reality, things without time present.


I don't want to include time in my scheme.
I don't want to think of things as time-bound, 
I want to think of them as things.
I don't want to separate them from themselves,
treating them as things present.


I shouldn't even treat them as real things.
I shouldn't treat them as anything.
I should see them, just see them; 
See them, without time or space,
See, and be able to put aside all but the see-able.
This is the science of perception, which is no science at all.


.: Good morning is like the morning stars sang togeth...

.: Good morning is like the morning stars sang togeth...: There be three things which are too wonderful for me, yea, four which I know not; Or perhaps more: The way of an eagle in the air; Th...

Good morning is like the morning stars sang together, and all the children of God shouted for joy...


There be three things which are 
too wonderful for me,
yea, four which I know not;
Or perhaps more:
The way of an eagle in the air;
The way of a serpent upon a rock;
The way of a ship in the midst of the sea;
The way of peace in the world;
The way of no poor people;
The way of work for everybody:
And the way of a man with a maid...
I think ?

lørdag 25. februar 2012

.: In the beginning God created the heaven and the ea...

.: In the beginning God created the heaven and the ea...: Male and female created he them or ?... Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth, And forgive the bad things created by man...

In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth. And the earth was without evil and dictatorship. And the Spirit of God want only five giants on the road of constructions... Disasters, Ignorance, Squalor and Idleness.


Male and female created he them or ?...
Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth,
And forgive the bad things created by man...

.: Ignorance is an evil weed, which dictators may cul...

.: Ignorance is an evil weed, which dictators may cul...: DICTATORS The object of government in peace and in war is not the glory of rules or of races, but the happiness of the Dictators... ...

Ignorance is an evil weed, which dictators may cultivate among their dupes, but which no democracy can afford among its citizens...

DICTATORS


The object of government in peace and in 
war is not the glory of rules or of races, 
but the happiness of the Dictators... 

fredag 24. februar 2012

.: Where do the noses go?

.: Where do the noses go?: Hope ? I always wonder where the nose would go...

Where do the noses go?



Hope ?
I always wonder where the nose would go...

.: Auf Flugeln des Gesanges...

.: Auf Flugeln des Gesanges...: Ich weiss nicht, was soll es bedeuten, Dass ich so traurig bin; Ein Marchen aus alten Zeiten, Das kommet mir nicht aus dem Sinn. What ex...

Auf Flugeln des Gesanges...



Ich weiss nicht, was soll es bedeuten,
Dass ich so traurig bin;
Ein Marchen aus alten Zeiten,
Das kommet mir nicht aus dem Sinn.


What experience and history teach is this -
That nations and governments have never
learned anything from history, or acted upon 
any lessons they might have drawn from it...


tirsdag 21. februar 2012

.: "Some mysterious phantom's sudden hand"

.: "Some mysterious phantom's sudden hand": Who whispered in your ear that secret Few goddesses have heard- That love full of faith and fear That's true only if kept secret ?... Wh...

"Some mysterious phantom's sudden hand"

Who whispered in your ear that secret
Few goddesses have heard-
That love full of faith and fear
That's true only if kept secret ?...
Who told it to you so soon ?


Not me , for I'd not dear tell you.
Not someone else, for none else knew it.
But whose brow lightly grazed your hair
To fill your ear with what I felt ?
Was it someone, was it ?...

.: Of Courtesy, it is much less than Courage of Heart...

.: Of Courtesy, it is much less than Courage of Heart...: Some mysterious phantom's sudden hand Between the folds of night and sleep Shakes me till I wake, and in the night's Abandonment, I sens...

Of Courtesy, it is much less than Courage of Heart and Holiness, Yet in my Walks it seems to me that the Grace of God is in Courtesy...


Some mysterious phantom's sudden hand
Between the folds of night and sleep
Shakes me till I wake, and in the night's
Abandonment, I sense no form or gesture.


But some old terror still unburied in
The heart I bear, as if from a throne
Descends and takes over as my lord
And owner, without taunt or prod or order.


And I feel my life suddenly caught up
By a rope of the Unconscious
Held by whatever nighttime hand is leading me.


I feel I am nothing but a shadow
Of some form invisible that terrifies me,
And like the cold dark I exist in nothingness.
Waiting to meet someone how can heal my soul.
Or have I meet the one? I think so...



mandag 20. februar 2012

.: There is no way to peace. Peace is the way... And ...

.: There is no way to peace. Peace is the way... And ...: Herren-Moral und Sklaven-Moral Where is its beginning, where its end ? In two days you couldn't walk it round. Flat the rye lies, but ...

.: Nowhere to go but out, Nowhere to come but back......

.: Nowhere to go but out, Nowhere to come but back......: Nothing to do but work, Nothing to eat but food, Nothing to wear but clothes To keep one from going nude. Nothing to breathe but air...

.: Et godt menneske er bedre enn alt annet godt... De...

.: Et godt menneske er bedre enn alt annet godt... De...: Den som aldri lever nu Lever aldri... Hva gjør du ? Og ingen kjenner, Hvor smerten stikker. Den arme jækel foruten venner, O' som len...

Et godt menneske er bedre enn alt annet godt... Det onde brer seg som en steppebrann. Det gode har en vår sols langsomme virkning...


Den som aldri lever nu
Lever aldri...
Hva gjør du ?
Og ingen kjenner,
Hvor smerten stikker.
Den arme jækel foruten venner,
O' som lengselen brenner 
når klokkene ringer !


Men ringer klokkene ?
Bærer de bud om fred ?
Mens mørket og mod løst jeg
fremad ser...
Så høytidstemt mot evigheten.



søndag 19. februar 2012

.: Mind, mind alone, bear witness, earth and heaven !...

.: Mind, mind alone, bear witness, earth and heaven !...: Bloooody ? I do not believe in ... God is working his purpose out as year succeeds to year; God is working his purpose out and time ...

Mind, mind alone, bear witness, earth and heaven ! The living fountains in itself contain...


Bloooody ? I do not believe in ...




God is working his purpose out as year succeeds
to year;
God is working his purpose out and time is
drawing near;
Nearer and nearer draws the time, the times
that shall surely be ?

                                    
The Greeks had a word for it...


.: Up the airy mountains, Down the rushy glen, We d a...

.: Up the airy mountains, Down the rushy glen, We d a...: For twenty years he has held a season-ticket on the line of least resistance and has gone wherever the train of events has carried him, ...

Up the airy mountains, Down the rushy glen, We d aren't go-a-hunting, For fear little men.


For twenty years he has held a
season-ticket on the line of least
resistance and has gone wherever
the train of events has carried him,
lucidly justifying his position at
whatever point he has happened to 
find himself...

Outside every fat politicians there was'an
even fatter politicians trying to close in...



.: Give me chastity and continency - but, not yet ! -...

.: Give me chastity and continency - but, not yet ! -...: Da mihi castitatem et continentiam, se noli modo - Audi partem alteram... Why ??? Our leaders in the world And especially in Syria ...

Give me chastity and continency - but, not yet ! - Hear the other side... Terrible war against children !


Da mihi castitatem et continentiam, se noli modo - 
Audi partem alteram...


Why ???
Our leaders in the world
And especially in Syria
Are they capable to lead?
Do they have any feelings
for other people ?...
Freedom is not something that anybody have;
Freedom is something people shall have, not being
Freedom "slaves" only to please their leaders...

lørdag 18. februar 2012

.: What's up ? Middle East and Syria ? what about t...

.: What's up ? Middle East and Syria ? what about t...: They took the city after heavy bombing: The little dark boy Laying in the street His guts are hanging out Heavily injured or killed A...

What's up ? Middle East and Syria ? what about the leaders ? Do they own the people and country ? What can the world and UN do ? Nothing ?


They took the city after heavy bombing:

The little dark boy
Laying in the street
His guts are hanging out
Heavily injured or killed
And a toy train, he has lost
Laying there beside
A number of bodies laying 
In the streets
Are they all ready forgotten ?

Their face is mash
Of mud and nothing
a small plastic toy
floating in the mud.
What moves in the
leader's head's ?

Darkness covers the streets
Far away a light still cast its glow
On all future promises
For the little dark boy...
Where are the so called leaders ?
How is human in charge ?
What do they do ?
Nothing !
Or ?