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wonderworker cosby, Tennessee USA
Random slings and arrows...
When I was a boy I once killed a songbird in flight with a
slingshot.When I released the stone I knew with the closest thing to certainty that I could never hit the poor creature and that my stone would only strike--ironically--the barn door.Then I picked up a handful of indigo and azure feathers and blood and I wept...
Implications and consequences...The man behind the child went on to far greater atrocities and evils.He harmed other songbirds, always supposing he did not mean to...Yet he loosed the stones.
The first excerpt sounds like A.E.Housman,but is not.What follows,is.


Stars,I have seen them fall,
But when they drop and die
No star is lost at all
From all the star-sown sky.

The toil of all that be
Heals not the primal fault,
It rains into the sea,
And still the sea is salt...

cool
wonderworker cosby, Tennessee USA
Random slings and arrows...
When I was a boy I once killed a songbird in flight with a
slingshot.When I released the stone I knew with the closest thing to certainty that I could never hit the poor creature and that my stone would only strike--ironically--the barn door.Then I picked up a handful of indigo and azure feathers and blood and I wept...
Implications and consequences...The man behind the child went on to far greater atrocities and evils.He harmed other songbirds, always supposing he did not mean to...Yet he loosed the stones.
The first excerpt sounds like A.E.Housman,but is not.What follows,is.


Stars,I have seen them fall,
But when they drop and die
No star is lost at all
From all the star-sown sky.

The toil of all that be
Heals not the primal fault,
It rains into the sea,
And still the sea is salt...

cool
gingerb Letterkenny, Donegal Ireland
wonderworker: Random slings and arrows...
When I was a boy I once killed a songbird in flight with a
slingshot.When I released the stone I knew with the closest thing to certainty that I could never hit the poor creature and that my stone would only strike--ironically--the barn door.Then I picked up a handful of indigo and azure feathers and blood and I wept...
Implications and consequences...The man behind the child went on to far greater atrocities and evils.He harmed other songbirds, always supposing he did not mean to...Yet he loosed the stones.
The first excerpt sounds like A.E.Housman,but is not.What follows,is.

Stars,I have seen them fall,
But when they drop and die
No star is lost at all
From all the star-sown sky.

The toil of all that be
Heals not the primal fault,
It rains into the sea,
And still the sea is salt...


Do you suggest, with this, that all we do is insignificant, and that all the implications and consequences of our actions are only important to an insignificant person in an insignificant time frame, that all our laughter and tears are but nothing in the grand scheme of things and we give them more importance than they deserve?confused
NAKEDMUDPEOPLE Somewhere, California USA
gingerb: Do you suggest, with this, that all we do is insignificant, and that all the implications and consequences of our actions are only important to an insignificant person in an insignificant time frame, that all our laughter and tears are but nothing in the grand scheme of things and we give them more importance than they deserve?
Something else to ponderconfused
druidess6308 Reverse, Pennsylvania USA
The_Kansan: I speak French just well enough to know that I have no business ordering from the menu in a French restaraunt. lol

But again, when viewed from different perspectives it can be both best and worst. I heard of a man who lived to do one thing and one thing only and he did it very well, perhaps better than anyone else. Day after day after day, rain or shine the same task. People thought his life boring as hell and suggested a change. He said "Why would I want to give up something I've spent my life working on perfecting just to pursue something that I'll fail at for lack of experience?"
laugh If I order from the menu of a French restaurant, I still sound as if I know the language. I understand about half of what I've just ordered, and perhaps a little of what the waiter will say to me in response. laugh

Yes, so true of the two different perspectives from which to see this. But I would see a life spent only in the perfection of one task as sad for all that it leaves unlived and untried in life. Yet, I envy the Buddhist monks who spend their lives in pursuit of only one goal. wine
The_Kansan Claxton (Powell), Tennessee USA
druidess6308: If I order from the menu of a French restaurant, I still sound as if I know the language. I understand about half of what I've just ordered, and perhaps a little of what the waiter will say to me in response.

Yes, so true of the two different perspectives from which to see this. But I would see a life spent only in the perfection of one task as sad for all that it leaves unlived and untried in life. Yet, I envy the Buddhist monks who spend their lives in pursuit of only one goal.


Thanks, D! That reminds me of another story:

A young monk arrives at the monastery. He is assigned to helping the other monks in copying the old canons and laws of the church by hand.

He notices, however, that all of the monks are copying from copies, not from the original manuscript. So, the new monk goes to the head abbot to question this, pointing out that if someone made even a small error in the first copy, it would never be picked up! In fact, that error would be continued in all of the subsequent copies.

The head monk, says, "We have been copying from the copies for centuries, but you make a good point, my son."

He goes down into the dark caves underneath the monastery where the original manuscripts are held as archives in a locked vault that hasn't been opened for hundreds of years.

Hours go by and nobody sees the old abbot . . .

So, the young monk gets worried and goes down to look for him. He sees him banging his head against the wall and wailing.

"We missed the R ! We missed the R !

We missed the R !"

His forehead is all bloody and bruised and he is crying uncontrollably. The young monk asks the old abbot, "What's wrong, father?"


With A choking voice, the old abbot replies, "The word was...

"CELEBRATE !!!"

grin
gingerb Letterkenny, Donegal Ireland
NAKEDMUDPEOPLE: Something else to ponder


Hi NMP wave I ponder a lot of things.uh oh
druidess6308 Reverse, Pennsylvania USA
The_Kansan: Thanks, D! That reminds me of another story:

A young monk arrives at the monastery. He is assigned to helping the other monks in copying the old canons and laws of the church by hand.

He notices, however, that all of the monks are copying from copies, not from the original manuscript. So, the new monk goes to the head abbot to question this, pointing out that if someone made even a small error in the first copy, it would never be picked up! In fact, that error would be continued in all of the subsequent copies.

The head monk, says, "We have been copying from the copies for centuries, but you make a good point, my son."

He goes down into the dark caves underneath the monastery where the original manuscripts are held as archives in a locked vault that hasn't been opened for hundreds of years.

Hours go by and nobody sees the old abbot . . .

So, the young monk gets worried and goes down to look for him. He sees him banging his head against the wall and wailing.

"We missed the R ! We missed the R !

We missed the R !"

His forehead is all bloody and bruised and he is crying uncontrollably. The young monk asks the old abbot, "What's wrong, father?"With A choking voice, the old abbot replies, "The word was...

"CELEBRATE !!!"
laugh laugh Yes, I like this one, too. And one should! Life is not meant to be lived as a celibate, but as a celebrate!
gingerb Letterkenny, Donegal Ireland
The_Kansan: I sometimes find that when I do something just for the sake of doing it, that it frees my mind to do other things. To paraphrase the end of an old saw; "...and who knows? Maybe, just maybe, the horse will learn to sing..."


Which reminds me of another Oscar Wilde quote.......

A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.

druidess6308 Reverse, Pennsylvania USA
gingerb: Do you suggest, with this, that all we do is insignificant, and that all the implications and consequences of our actions are only important to an insignificant person in an insignificant time frame, that all our laughter and tears are but nothing in the grand scheme of things and we give them more importance than they deserve?


To me, when measured within our lifetime, all that we do is of grave import and consequence. When measured over the eons of the existence of all life, what we do is of less import and permanence than the rain.
Apostophe Boksburg, Johannesburg South Africa

Bugger the duelling Banjos etc...


We want more Sir!


We want searingly beautiful poetry.


yawn
gingerb Letterkenny, Donegal Ireland
druidess6308: To me, when measured within our lifetime, all that we do is of grave import and consequence. When measured over the eons of the existence of all life, what we do is of less import and permanence than the rain.


Rain weathers rock over time.......teddybear
wonderworker cosby, Tennessee USA
gingerb

I posit to you that significance is not contained IN events,but rather ascribed TO them,by ourselves.Our burden:to sort things out to no conclusion but our own,and whoever shares our slant on the human dilemma...Should we join hands over shared insights?
Well,there's my hand...

More gloomy Housman?....NOT gloomy to me,rather rhapsodic..

From far,from eve and morning
And yon twelve-winded sky,
The stuff of life to knit me
Blew hither:here am I.

Now--for a breath I tarry
Nor yet disperse apart--
Take my hand quick and tell me,
What have you in your heart?

Speak now,and I will answer;
How can I help you,say;
Ere to the wind's twelve quarters
I take my endless way.

:cool
druidess6308 Reverse, Pennsylvania USA
gingerb: Rain weathers rock over time.......
Hence it is more permanent in its impact. wine
Apostophe Boksburg, Johannesburg South Africa
wonderworker: gingerb

I posit to you that significance is not contained IN events,but rather ascribed TO them,by ourselves.Our burden:to sort things out to no conclusion but our own,and whoever shares our slant on the human dilemma...Should we join hands over shared insights?
Well,there's my hand...

More gloomy Housman?....NOT gloomy to me,rather rhapsodic..

From far,from eve and morning
And yon twelve-winded sky,
The stuff of life to knit me
Blew hither:here am I.

Now--for a breath I tarry
Nor yet disperse apart--
Take my hand quick and tell me,
What have you in your heart?

Speak now,and I will answer;
How can I help you,say;
Ere to the wind's twelve quarters
I take my endless way.

:cool



Sold! sold! sold!


The stuff of life to knit me - yes! Houseman could be a lover of mine - thanks for the intro...



handshake
gingerb Letterkenny, Donegal Ireland
wonderworker: gingerb

I posit to you that significance is not contained IN events,but rather ascribed TO them,by ourselves. I would agree with this in a general sense.
Our burden:to sort things out to no conclusion but our own,and whoever shares our slant on the human dilemma...Should we join hands over shared insights? We should certainly try to join minds.

Well,there's my hand...

It has been a long time since I have warmed to the thought of a hand extended. I might even ascribe significance to it.


More gloomy Housman?....NOT gloomy to me,rather rhapsodic..

From far,from eve and morning
And yon twelve-winded sky,
The stuff of life to knit me
Blew hither:here am I.

Now--for a breath I tarry
Nor yet disperse apart--
Take my hand quick and tell me,
What have you in your heart?

Speak now,and I will answer;
How can I help you,say;
Ere to the wind's twelve quarters
I take my endless way.

:cool


All those lines , for just two of import...

Probably the two most important questions we should ever ask, and the two we should ask most often.....

hug
The_Kansan Claxton (Powell), Tennessee USA
gingerb: All those lines , for just two of import...

Probably the two most important questions we should ever ask, and the two we should ask most often.....


I'm sorry. I had to go back and re-read the questions to make sure they weren't "What's the score?" and "Hey Baby, ya' wanna'?"

...or were they?

The implication that the consequences of a gun shot or the introduction of one's self to a book can be far reaching has sustained the initial quote - A favorite of mine that I first read many, many years ago and continue to treasure for the wisdom of it's author.

As to my own take on the poem - who's author is also a favorite - Well... I believe I'll think about it some more... Maybe while I'm buying a lottery ticket or maneuvering an 80,000# vehicle through rush hour traffic in an attempt to reach my next destination safely and on time...

cowboy
gingerb Letterkenny, Donegal Ireland
The_Kansan: I'm sorry. I had to go back and re-read the questions to make sure they weren't "What's the score?" and "Hey Baby, ya' wanna'?"

...or were they? I like your take on this...rolling on the floor laughing One of the things I admire about your posts is the originality of your thinking.

The implication that the consequences of a gun shot or the introduction of one's self to a book can be far reaching has sustained the initial quote - A favorite of mine that I first read many, many years ago and continue to treasure for the wisdom of it's author.

I saw the obvious likenesses in the two pieces but chose to look at a different angle. You probably know this already, but I'm not a fan of the obvious...I'm still thinking about the gun and the book, and its implications in light of my own experiences and passifistic tendencies, and the explosive nature of both guns and words...

As to my own take on the poem - who's author is also a favorite - Well... I believe I'll think about it some more... Maybe while I'm buying a lottery ticket or maneuvering an 80,000# vehicle through rush hour traffic in an attempt to reach my next destination safely and on time...


So that's how it's done. You fit Wilde's description of the man who sees the dawn first.....wisdom certainly comes from dreams...

drivenbysound Southeast, Missouri USA
Dreams are designed to help us figure things out.

Well, sometimes, anyway.
gingerb Letterkenny, Donegal Ireland
drivenbysound: Dreams are designed to help us figure things out.

Well, sometimes, anyway.


It is said that all the great inventors were day dreamers.wine




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