Confusion of the feelingsWhat We Talk About Love When We Talk About Love
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What We Talk About Love When We Talk About Love
Confusion of the feelings
Days of joy
Nights of love and laughter
ORKNEY police stopped 11 drivers during Northern Constabulary's two week Safer Summer campaign, but thankfully* none tested positive for drink driving.
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Ought lawyerswho contrary to better knowledgedefend extremely evil criminalsto be considered extremely evil criminals themselves?
Die Gedanken sind frei
Die Gedanken sind frei,
Wer kann sie erraten;
Sie fliehen vorbei
Wie nächtliche Schatten.
Kein Mensch kann sie wissen,
Kein Jäger erschießen;
Es bleibet dabei:
Die Gedanken sind frei.
Ich denk was ich will,
Und was mich beglücket,
Doch alles in der Still,
Und wie es sich schicket.
Mein Wunsch und Begehren
Kann niemand verwehren,
Es bleibet dabei:
Die Gedanken sind frei.
Und sperrt man mich ein
Im finsteren Kerker,
Das alles sind rein
Vergebliche Werke;
Denn meine Gedanken
Zerreissen die Schranken
Und Mauern entzwei:
Die Gedanken sind frei.
Drum will ich auf immer
Den Sorgen entsagen
Und will mich auf nimmer
Mit Drillen mehr plagen.
Man kann ja im Herzen
Stets lachen und scherzen
Und denken dabei:
Die Gedanken sind frei.
The thoughts are free!
The thoughts are free! Who can guess them? They fly along like nightly shadows No man can know them No hunter can shoot them It remains as it is: The thoughts are free! I think about what I want and what makes me happy But everything in the still, and as it's appropriate. My wish and desire Nobody can refuse, It stays this way: The thoughts are free! And if they lock me In a dark dungeon All these are simply (most) futile works Cause my thoughts do tear apart The bars and walls: Thoughts are free! That's why I shall forever renounce all worries And shall never tease myself with drilling anymore Because one can in one's heart always keep laughing and joking While thinking: The thoughts are free.
Knowledge is not an abstract homogeneous good, of which there cannot be enough. Beyond the last flutter of actual or possible significance, pedantry begins.
Jacques Barzun
The wisest man I ever knew in my whole life could not read or write. At four o'clock in the morning, when the promise of a new day still lingered over French lands, he got up from his pallet and left for the fields, taking to pasture the half-dozen pigs whose fertility nourished him and his wife. My mother's parents lived on this scarcity, on the small breeding of pigs that after weaning were sold to the neighbours in our village of Azinhaga in the province of Ribatejo. Their names were Jerónimo Meirinho and Josefa Caixinha and they were both illiterate. In winter when the cold of the night grew to the point of freezing the water in the pots inside the house, they went to the sty and fetched the weaklings among the piglets, taking them to their bed. Under the coarse blankets, the warmth from the humans saved the little animals from freezing and rescued them from certain death. Although the two were kindly people, it was not a compassionate soul that prompted them to act in that way: what concerned them, without sentimentalism or rhetoric, was to protect their daily bread, as is natural for people who, to maintain their life, have not learnt to think more than is needful.
I conclude. The voice that read these pages wished to be the echo of the conjoined voices of my characters. I don't have, as it were, more voice than the voices they had. Forgive me if what has seemed little to you, to me is all.
After the uprising of the 17th of June*
The Secretary of the Writers UnionHad leaflets distributed in the Stalinallee
Stating that the people
Had thrown away the confidence of the government
And could win it back only
By redoubled efforts.
Would it not be easier
In that case for the government
To dissolve the people
And elect another?Bertold Brecht
"The U.N. is a place where governments opposed to free speech demand to be heard!"
It's the time
of the year
when at night
listening to the silence
my heart feels so light.
The frogs are croaking.
[...] the laboring man has not leisure for a true integrity day by day ; he cannot afford to sustain the manliest relations to men ; his labor would be depreciated in the market. He has no time to be anything but an earthworm*."
Thoreau, Walden
Well, for yesterday's post I chose a photo taken in April, around Eastern.
The sunshine bathes in clouds of many hues
And mornings feet are gemmed with early dews
Warm Daffodils about the garden beds
Peep thro their pale slim leaves their golden heads
Sweet earthly suns of spring—the Gosling broods
In coats of sunny green about the road
Waddle in extacy—and in rich moods
The old hen leads her flickering chicks abroad
Oft scuttling neath her wings to see the kite
Hang wavering o'er them in the springs blue light
The sparrows round their new nests chirp with glee
And sweet the Robin springs young luxury shares
Tuteling its song in feathery Gooseberry tree
While watching worms the Gardeners spade unbears
John Clare (1798 - 1864) Home Pictures in MayMore poems by John Clare are to be found on this fine site.
Much reading has brought upon us a learned barbarism.
Lichtenberg (1742-1799)
