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[link]

and [link]

(The latter is current, the former is the older)

All work "going forward" is on Dofaust....

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...most of my time is ofline, so please be patient with
thanks that are sure to come for your favs and thoughtful, civilized comments.

Expect many fav and run without comments...bear with me...

Blocks are removed, if you are rude, there will be no reply and the block will
go on stay in. I pray you to be as civil as I try to be....

Explain......explain.....question, question.....rater than hysterically explode.
(I lived with that personaty nearly two decades. That was enough!!! I observe that those personalities have very few friends of more a year or two BTW.... that's my theory.....)

PS...... poseurs, lackeys, courtiers, flatterers, secretaries, servants, the duplicitous, dissemblers, jesters (except Lear's....), bubbleheads, fools, the highly frivolous, and those that are not ready to talk about about art, beauty, and AESTHETICS in detail.....and without AD HOMINEM arguments..... please go elsewhere if these scholarly standards are too hard to follow...

....but I welcome comments from good, relatively- unselfish, un-duplicitous hearts and minds...who just seek a place of peace, repose and meditation...

no one but me will use this id now..... If I suspect a correspondant is a proxy for another, arrividerci roma.....

I'm an unshamed chauvanist regarding English. If you aren't a native speaker, I pray that you consult one, before any hasty writing.... except in the case of a very few people who know who they are, where their english resembles modern poetry--- I believe in staying what you mean and meaning what you say. (to coin a phrase).
It would save millions of words and heartache if our DA community wrote thusly.

There are a few DAers I will not communciate with - perhaps for months or years. You know who you are. - "YKW" - If you want to change that situation, you should know what to do.

The net is a very strange place sometimes. I appear to have had a correspondance
with an imposter - a master poseur - someone claiming she was someone she wasn't for ~three years. Its no wonder my attempted notes to the real personage must have been tossed immediately! -- regarded as completely irrelevant! Stranger things have happened, but what an incredibly accomplished fiction! Took me in completely....Take great care when someone never reveals themself - or clams a profession 180 degrees from what they say on DA.

Isn't it surprising, how often, what the non-net addicts would regard as a "tempest in a teapot" - which is a frequent phenomena on the net - grows out of all proportion, to destroy further communication?

- an old curmudeon but with a little imagination, and a touch still of the poet

]]> ~AinSophAur2 http://AinSophAur2.deviantart.com/journal/11449862/ http://AinSophAur2.deviantart.com/journal/11449862/ Mon, 15 Jan 2007 15:59:49 PST Lay dis body down.
I walk in de moonlight, I walk in de starlight,
To lay dis body down.

I walk in de graveyard, I walk through de graveyard,
To lay dis body down.
I'll lie in de grave and stretch out my arms,
To lay dis body down.

I go to de judgement in de evenin' of de day,
When I lay dis body down;
And my soul and your soul will meed in de day
When I lay dis body down.

(traditional spiritual)

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very cool, technology for artists: [link]

In the meantime, solid victorian sentiments to keep in mind:
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It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees: all times I have enjoy'd
Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when
Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vest the dim sea: I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honour'd of them all;
And drunk delight of battle with my peers;
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
I am part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro'
Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use!
As tho' to breath were life. Life piled on life
Were all to little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.

This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle-
Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil
This labour, by slow prudence to make mild
A rugged people, and thro' soft degrees
Subdue them to the useful and the good.
Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere
Of common duties, decent not to fail
In offices of tenderness, and pay
Meet adoration to my household gods,
When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.

There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me-
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads- you and I are old;
Old age had yet his honour and his toil;
Death closes all: but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.

Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
We are not now that strength which in the old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal-temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

by Alfred Tennyson

]]> ~AinSophAur2 http://AinSophAur2.deviantart.com/journal/11291880/ http://AinSophAur2.deviantart.com/journal/11291880/ Tue, 02 Jan 2007 17:35:39 PST The words of the Preacher, the son of David, king in Jerusalem.
Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher, vanity of vanities; all is vanity.
What profit hath a man of all his labour which he taketh under the sun?
One generation passeth away, and another generation cometh: but the earth abideth for ever.
The sun also ariseth, and the sun goeth down, and hasteth to his place where he arose.
The wind goeth toward the south, and turneth about unto the north; it whirleth about continually, and the wind returneth again according to his circuits.
All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full; unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again.
All things are full of labour; man cannot utter it: the eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing.
The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the sun.
Is there any thing whereof it may be said, See, this is new? it hath been already of old time, which was before us.
There is no remembrance of former things; neither shall there be any remembrance of things that are to come with those that shall come after.
I the Preacher was king over Israel in Jerusalem.
And I gave my heart to seek and search out by wisdom concerning all things that are done under heaven: this sore travail hath God given to the sons of man to be exercised therewith.
I have seen all the works that are done under the sun; and, behold, all is vanity and vexation of spirit.
That which is crooked cannot be made straight: and that which is wanting cannot be numbered.
I communed with mine own heart, saying, Lo, I am come to great estate, and have gotten more wisdom than all they that have been before me in Jerusalem: yea, my heart had great experience of wisdom and knowledge.
And I gave my heart to know wisdom, and to know madness and folly: I perceived that this also is vexation of spirit.
For in much wisdom is much grief: and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.
Chapter 2
I said in mine heart, Go to now, I will prove thee with mirth, therefore enjoy pleasure: and, behold, this also is vanity.
I said of laughter, It is mad: and of mirth, What doeth it?
I sought in mine heart to give myself unto wine, yet acquainting mine heart with wisdom; and to lay hold on folly, till I might see what was that good for the sons of men, which they should do under the heaven all the days of their life.
I made me great works; I builded me houses; I planted me vineyards:
I made me gardens and orchards, and I planted trees in them of all kind of fruits:
I made me pools of water, to water therewith the wood that bringeth forth trees:
I got me servants and maidens, and had servants born in my house; also I had great possessions of great and small cattle above all that were in Jerusalem before me:
I gathered me also silver and gold, and the peculiar treasure of kings and of the provinces: I gat me men singers and women singers, and the delights of the sons of men, as musical instruments, and that of all sorts.
So I was great, and increased more than all that were before me in Jerusalem: also my wisdom remained with me.
And whatsoever mine eyes desired I kept not from them, I withheld not my heart from any joy; for my heart rejoiced in all my labour: and this was my portion of all my labour.
Then I looked on all the works that my hands had wrought, and on the labour that I had laboured to do: and, behold, all was vanity and vexation of spirit, and there was no profit under the sun.
And I turned myself to behold wisdom, and madness, and folly: for what can the man do that cometh after the king? even that which hath been already done.
Then I saw that wisdom excelleth folly, as far as light excelleth darkness.
The wise man's eyes are in his head; but the fool walketh in darkness: and I myself perceived also that one event happeneth to them all.
Then said I in my heart, As it happeneth to the fool, so it happeneth even to me; and why was I then more wise? Then I said in my heart, that this also is vanity.
For there is no remembrance of the wise more than of the fool for ever; seeing that which now is in the days to come shall all be forgotten. And how dieth the wise man? as the fool.
Therefore I hated life; because the work that is wrought under the sun is grievous unto me: for all is vanity and vexation of spirit.
Yea, I hated all my labour which I had taken under the sun: because I should leave it unto the man that shall be after me.
And who knoweth whether he shall be a wise man or a fool? yet shall he have rule over all my labour wherein I have laboured, and wherein I have shewed myself wise under the sun. Thi... ]]> ~AinSophAur2 http://AinSophAur2.deviantart.com/journal/11100364/ http://AinSophAur2.deviantart.com/journal/11100364/ Wed, 20 Dec 2006 14:47:27 PST am returning to considering:
the zohar's visions
"the other side"
SITRAH AHRA
and more enlightened
and common-sensical practices
and remembering how young and burnt-out
the boys, Byron, Shelly, Keats departed,
with only a portion of themselves
and scarce a family to mourn
after their travels to realms of light...
The Hellenes and Will had it right: balance + know thyself
Seems like Henry Miller had a plan
to take it all in, in good time,
with reverence for the ships passing in the night
and their phantoms like a dream
from a century ago and too many ideals
for the inside straight... we always kept drawing to
hope springs eternal said the poet:
But I and Savinien have chosen wrong twice
I wonder if we get a third strike...?

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Le Bret: He's delirious.

Cyrano de Bergerac: I can see him now - he grins. He is looking at my nose, that skeleton. You there - who are you? A hundred against one, eh? I know them now, my ancient enemies...

[Cyrano thrusts his sword at the empty air]

Cyrano de Bergerac: Falsehood! There! There! Prejudice! Compromise! Cowardice! What's that? Surrender? No! Never! Never!
[He slashes his sword wildly]

Cyrano de Bergerac: Ah, you too, Vanity? I knew you would overthrow me in the end. No! I fight on! I fight on! I fight on!
[last lines]

Cyrano de Bergerac: All my laurels you have riven away... and my roses; yet in spite of you there is one crown I bear away with me. And tonight, when I enter before God, my salute shall sweep away all the stars from the blue threshold! One thing without stain, unspotted from the world in spite of doom mine own
[he raises his hand high]
Cyrano de Bergerac: and that is... my white plume.

]]> ~AinSophAur2 http://AinSophAur2.deviantart.com/journal/10261737/ http://AinSophAur2.deviantart.com/journal/10261737/ Sun, 29 Oct 2006 21:22:50 PST If only we could see ourselves though other's eyes,
this esp. would be much easier...
Why is it so painful and difficult...?
And its not just this day alone that
I actually try... I ponder it often...
More...

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Ecclesiastes 1:1 The words of the Preacher, the son of David, king in Jerusalem.

Ecclesiastes 1:2 Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher, vanity of vanities; all is vanity.

Ecclesiastes 1:3 What profit hath a man of all his labour which he taketh under the sun?

Ecclesiastes 1:4 One generation passeth away, and another generation cometh: but the earth abideth for ever.

Ecclesiastes 1:5 The sun also ariseth, and the sun goeth down, and hasteth to his place where he arose.

Ecclesiastes 1:6 The wind goeth toward the south, and turneth about unto the north; it whirleth about continually, and the wind returneth again according to his circuits.

Ecclesiastes 1:7 All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full; unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again.

Ecclesiastes 1:8 All things are full of labour; man cannot utter it: the eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing.

Ecclesiastes 1:9 The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the sun.

Ecclesiastes 1:10 Is there any thing whereof it may be said, See, this is new? it hath been already of old time, which was before us.

Ecclesiastes 1:11 There is no remembrance of former things; neither shall there be any remembrance of things that are to come with those that shall come after.

Ecclesiastes 1:12 I the Preacher was king over Israel in Jerusalem.

Ecclesiastes 1:13 And I gave my heart to seek and search out by wisdom concerning all things that are done under heaven: this sore travail hath God given to the sons of man to be exercised therewith.

Ecclesiastes 1:14 I have seen all the works that are done under the sun; and, behold, all is vanity and vexation of spirit.

Ecclesiastes 1:15 That which is crooked cannot be made straight: and that which is wanting cannot be numbered.

Ecclesiastes 1:16 I communed with mine own heart, saying, Lo, I am come to great estate, and have gotten more wisdom than all they that have been before me in Jerusalem: yea, my heart had great experience of wisdom and knowledge.

Ecclesiastes 1:17 And I gave my heart to know wisdom, and to know madness and folly: I perceived that this also is vexation of spirit.

Ecclesiastes 1:18 For in much wisdom is much grief: and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.

Ecclesiastes 2:1 I said in mine heart, Go to now, I will prove thee with mirth, therefore enjoy pleasure: and, behold, this also is vanity.

Ecclesiastes 2:2 I said of laughter, It is mad: and of mirth, What doeth it?

Ecclesiastes 2:3 I sought in mine heart to give myself unto wine, yet acquainting mine heart with wisdom; and to lay hold on folly, till I might see what was that good for the sons of men, which they should do under the heaven all the days of their life.

Ecclesiastes 2:4 I made me great works; I builded me houses; I planted me vineyards:

Ecclesiastes 2:5 I made me gardens and orchards, and I planted trees in them of all kind of fruits:

Ecclesiastes 2:6 I made me pools of water, to water therewith the wood that bringeth forth trees:

Ecclesiastes 2:7 I got me servants and maidens, and had servants born in my house; also I had great possessions of great and small cattle above all that were in Jerusalem before me:

Ecclesiastes 2:8 I gathered me also silver and gold, and the peculiar treasure of kings and of the provinces: I gat me men singers and women singers, and the delights of the sons of men, as musical instruments, and that of all sorts.

Ecclesiastes 2:9 So I was great, and increased more than all that were before me in Jerusalem: also my wisdom remained with me.

Ecclesiastes 2:10 And whatsoever mine eyes desired I kept not from them, I withheld not my heart from any joy; for my heart rejoiced in all my labour: and this was my portion of all my labour.

Ecclesiastes 2:11 Then I looked on all the works that my hands had wrought, and on the labour that I had laboured to do: and, behold, all was vanity and vexation of spirit, and there was no profit under the sun.

Ecclesiastes 2:12 And I turned myself to... ]]> ~AinSophAur2 http://AinSophAur2.deviantart.com/journal/10181954/ http://AinSophAur2.deviantart.com/journal/10181954/ Mon, 25 Sep 2006 11:57:51 PDT genre.... a choice that was somewhat
inspired by GoldenGirl's comment that
she wanted to report in "dead" this Mon AM....
and also by another previously unnoticed
evocative picture by an artist friend on another site...

AK was a fine poet, and a contemporary of
John Dryden.... hence the delicious language...
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On Death

1 Tell me thou safest End of all our Woe,
2 Why wretched Mortals do avoid thee so:
3 Thou gentle drier o' th' afflicted Tears,
4 Thou noble ender of the Cowards Fears;
5 Thou sweet Repose to Lovers sad dispaire,
6 Thou Calm t' Ambitions rough Tempstuous Care.
7 If in regard of Bliss thou wert a Curse,
8 And then the Joys of Paradise art worse;
9 Yet after Man from his first Station fell,
10 And God from Eden Adam did expel,
11 Thou wert no more an Evil, but Relief;
12 The Balm and Cure to ev'ry Humane Grief:
13 Through thee (what Man had forfeited before)
14 He now enjoys, and ne'r can loose it more.
15 No subtile Serpents in the Grave betray,
16 Worms on the Body there, not Soul do prey;
17 No Vice there Tempts, no Terrors there afright,
18 No Coz'ning Sin affords a false delight:
19 No vain Contentions do that Peace annoy,
20 No feirce Alarms break the lasting Joy.
22 Such real Good as Life can never know;
23 Come when thou wilt, in thy afrighting'st Dress,
24 Thy Shape shall never make thy Welcome less.
25 Thou mayst to Joy, but ne'er to Fear give Birth,
26 Thou Best, as well as Certain'st thing on Earth.
27 Fly thee? May Travellers then fly their Rest,
28 And hungry Infants fly the profer'd Brest.
29 No, those that faint and tremble at thy Name,
30 Fly from their Good on a mistaken Fame.
31 Thus Childish fear did Israel of old
32 From Plenty and the Promis'd Land with-hold;
33 They fancy'd Giants, and refus'd to go,
34 When Canaan did with Milk and Honey flow.

Anne Killigrew

]]> ~AinSophAur2 http://AinSophAur2.deviantart.com/journal/9818178/ http://AinSophAur2.deviantart.com/journal/9818178/ Tue, 22 Aug 2006 16:25:42 PDT Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness or farewell,
When I embark;

For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.


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A few generations of my family
have requested this be read at their funeral,
and their survivors complied....
I'd like the same when I depart....
I hope a few DAers will attend,
and then have a great irish-style wake...
I also hope it wiill be a few years
before that!!! ]]> ~AinSophAur2 http://AinSophAur2.deviantart.com/journal/9716058/ http://AinSophAur2.deviantart.com/journal/9716058/ Sun, 13 Aug 2006 17:37:38 PDT inhabit some place for a time,
and we'd better pay attention
to who came before us,
in that circle of parents and family
who gave us much of what we have...
better to be moderate and thoughtful
with our bounty then throw it away
in hedonistic pastimes - though from time
to time that's fine - the body demands
its happiness first....
and the soul is OK with that...
its just best not to make a habit of it
... but always learning, communicating,
and giving... observing the best traditions...
balanced always "everything in moderation"....
They had that right the Hellenes....
I'm in touch with a few icons ...
old professors to the ignorant,
with whom I was too quiet for too long!
At least I shook Artur's hand
and emulated his approach
to Chopin, Aram, Eric, Gustave
and a few other certain moderns
my conscience is clear
despite fascination with,
and too long with "old Ez"
I was always delayed from taking action
whether corresponding with gurus,
of the critical kind, and their famous canons,
or acting out fantasies with pros
since I demurred - they didn't know me nor I them -
and that was the point, after all,
entertaining those fems I knew! ]]> ~AinSophAur2 http://AinSophAur2.deviantart.com/journal/9700952/ http://AinSophAur2.deviantart.com/journal/9700952/ Sat, 12 Aug 2006 10:22:57 PDT
from:
Aphorism #14 The Thing Itself and the Way it is done.
Balthasar Gracian's "The Art of Worldly Wisdom"
[link] ]]> ~AinSophAur2 http://AinSophAur2.deviantart.com/journal/9683012/ http://AinSophAur2.deviantart.com/journal/9683012/ Thu, 10 Aug 2006 20:05:52 PDT and from speaking repentance ]]> ~AinSophAur2 http://AinSophAur2.deviantart.com/journal/8339000/ http://AinSophAur2.deviantart.com/journal/8339000/ Sat, 22 Apr 2006 22:43:39 PDT ~AinSophAur2 http://AinSophAur2.deviantart.com/journal/8183442/ http://AinSophAur2.deviantart.com/journal/8183442/ Thu, 16 Mar 2006 22:21:11 PST
I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the mourning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.

WB Yeats


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some of thoreau's simplicity,
and love of the natural world,
but suggesting a more layered
and colorful poet's world and
likely more music than many
naturists.... I love the way plays like
Behan's and Singe's burst from
poetry into song, or perhaps its all the
same...
song ]]> ~AinSophAur2 http://AinSophAur2.deviantart.com/journal/7778933/ http://AinSophAur2.deviantart.com/journal/7778933/ Sat, 11 Feb 2006 23:59:37 PST ~AinSophAur2