Posted July 15, 2018 Is he stabbing himself in the head or asserting his hegemony? 0 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted July 15, 2018 Well he’s referred to as the Suicide King. So I’m assuming he’s stabbing himself. 0 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted July 15, 2018 41 minutes ago, Vassago said: Well he’s referred to as the Suicide King. So I’m assuming he’s stabbing himself. To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, ‘tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there’s the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, William Shakespeare Playwright, Poet (c. 1564–1616) 0 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted July 15, 2018 The Second Coming Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely the Second Coming is at hand. The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert A shape with lion body and the head of a man, A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds. The darkness drops again; but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born? W.B. Yeats- 1919 0 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted July 15, 2018 (edited) If I Had a Heart Fever Ray This will never end 'cause I want more More, give me more Give me more This will never end 'cause I want more More, give me more Give me more If I had a heart I could love you If I had a voice I would sing After the night when I wake up I'll see what tomorrow brings Ah ah, ah ah Ah ah, ah ah Ah ah, ah ah If I had a voice, I would sing Dangling feet from window frame Will I ever ever reach the floor? More, give me more, give me more Crushed and filled with all I found Underneath and inside Just to come around More, give me more, give me more Ah ah, ah ah Ah ah, ah ah Ah ah, ah ah If I had a voice, I would sing Edited July 15, 2018 by fishndude57 0 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted July 15, 2018 6 minutes ago, Vassago said: The Second Coming Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely the Second Coming is at hand. The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert A shape with lion body and the head of a man, A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds. The darkness drops again; but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born? W.B. Yeats- 1919 VALENTINEAnd why not death rather than living torment?To die is to be banished from myself,And Silvia is myself; banished from herIs self from self—a deadly banishment.What light is light, if Silvia be not seen?What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by— Unless it be to think that she is byAnd feed upon the shadow of perfection?Except I be by Silvia in the night,There is no music in the nightingale.Unless I look on Silvia in the day,There is no day for me to look upon.She is my essence, and I leave to be,If I be not by her fair influenceFostered, illumined, cherished, kept alive.I fly not death, to fly his deadly doom;Tarry I here, I but attend on death,but, fly I hence, I fly away from life. William Shakespeare Playwright, Poet (c. 1564–1616) 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted July 16, 2018 1 hour ago, fishndude57 said: If I Had a Heart Fever Ray This will never end 'cause I want more More, give me more Give me more This will never end 'cause I want more More, give me more Give me more If I had a heart I could love you If I had a voice I would sing After the night when I wake up I'll see what tomorrow brings Ah ah, ah ah Ah ah, ah ah Ah ah, ah ah If I had a voice, I would sing Dangling feet from window frame Will I ever ever reach the floor? More, give me more, give me more Crushed and filled with all I found Underneath and inside Just to come around More, give me more, give me more Ah ah, ah ah Ah ah, ah ah Ah ah, ah ah If I had a voice, I would sing I could aim But I could not fire Got a bullet to spare To kill my desire Who's calling the shots One of us must make the Peace To have or to have not The fire has got to cease I'm loaded Don't know where to point this thing It's a sin How we hit where it hurts Who's calling the shots One of us must end this masquerade To have or to have not Let's heal the wounds that we've made It'a a war of the heart (it's a war of the heart) It's a war of the heart Got a bullet to spare, don't wanna send it your way Who's calling the shots One of us, must make the peace To have or to have not The fire has got to cease It'a a war of the heart (it's a war of the heart) It's a war of the heart I'm loaded Don't know where to point this thing (it's a sin) It's a sin How we hit where it hurts (where it hurts) One of us Gotta end this masquerade Got to heal the wounds that we've made I've got a bullet to spare Don't want to send it your way If you want to end it If you want to end it just say It'a a war of the heart (it's a war of the heart) It's a war of the heart (Got to end this masqurade) I've got a bullet to spare Don't want to send it your way If you want to end it If you want to end it just say It'a a war of the heart It's a war of the heart It'a a war of the heart 0 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted July 16, 2018 1 hour ago, fishndude57 said: If I Had a Heart Fever Ray This will never end 'cause I want more More, give me more Give me more This will never end 'cause I want more More, give me more Give me more If I had a heart I could love you If I had a voice I would sing After the night when I wake up I'll see what tomorrow brings Ah ah, ah ah Ah ah, ah ah Ah ah, ah ah If I had a voice, I would sing Dangling feet from window frame Will I ever ever reach the floor? More, give me more, give me more Crushed and filled with all I found Underneath and inside Just to come around More, give me more, give me more Ah ah, ah ah Ah ah, ah ah Ah ah, ah ah If I had a voice, I would sing 0 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted July 16, 2018 “Language is a virus from outer space.” William S. Burroughs 0 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted July 16, 2018 3 hours ago, ironman318 said: Is he stabbing himself in the head or asserting his hegemony? Why don't I have a brain??? Lol 0 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted July 16, 2018 (edited) Edited July 16, 2018 by ironman318 0 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted July 16, 2018 A sword might pierce a dozen, but the right question can raise an army. Vassago 7/15/2018 20:46. 0 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted July 16, 2018 DYING I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm The eyes beside had wrung them dry, And breaths were gathering sure For that last onset, when the king Be witnessed in his power. I willed my keepsakes, signed away What portion of me I Could make assignable,– and then There interposed a fly, With blue, uncertain, stumbling buzz, Between the light and me; And then the windows failed and then I could not see to see. Emily Dickinson - 1862 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted July 16, 2018 See now only one poet left to figure out the formula I left for you all many months ago. Take your best guess. It’s what all Brujo do. 0 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted July 16, 2018 3 hours ago, ironman318 said: VALENTINEAnd why not death rather than living torment?To die is to be banished from myself,And Silvia is myself; banished from herIs self from self—a deadly banishment.What light is light, if Silvia be not seen?What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by— Unless it be to think that she is byAnd feed upon the shadow of perfection?Except I be by Silvia in the night,There is no music in the nightingale.Unless I look on Silvia in the day,There is no day for me to look upon.She is my essence, and I leave to be,If I be not by her fair influenceFostered, illumined, cherished, kept alive.I fly not death, to fly his deadly doom;Tarry I here, I but attend on death,but, fly I hence, I fly away from life. William Shakespeare Playwright, Poet (c. 1564–1616) Sorry fat finger hit the red button then I hit the green. Thank goodness the web developers had a failsafe. Anyways, great quote. It reminds me of my second favorite Matthew Broderick movie; Ladyhawke. Tight Lines. 0 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites