He who saddens at thought of idleness cannot be idle,
And he's awake who thinks himself asleep. Keats

Fair prospects wed happily with fair times; but alas, if times be not fair? Hardy

Incomprehensibility is a gift. Not everyone has it. Oscar Wilde

I call it, Polar bear blinking in snow storm
and what fascinating content
"I have nothing intereting to say"
or...I have so much profound stuff to say that it literally blinds you

odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris? Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior. -Catullus 85

Evil impersonators! I want to be an evil impersonator! How do you get that gig? I mean, yeah, I could just look in the evil impersonator section of the want ads, but they always want, like, five years of experience in evil impersonation. I need to break in somehow. I'd be a great evil impersonator. I'd be very, very evil and also very identical. And then I'd die and have to run through a pit snatching at other dead people and being snatched at myself.

Is this the right word? "Bargaining," to me, implies a sort of back-and-forth negotation. This stage, instead, involves paying unlicensed medical practitioners to do a song-and-dance involving chicken blood and speaking in tongues, and/or desperately performing the sorts of nice, pious neighborly acts you probably should have been doing all along. While I find a certain amount of inexplicable charm in the idea of God saying "Look, you want this brain tumor in remission, and I want to give you that. I really do. But you're going to have to do better than a couple bags of canned goods," I think the more precise term for this stage is "Grasping at straws." brunching

Wart Remedies: Salicylic Acid Nasty, nasty stuff. Burns on contact. Turns skin a chalky white color even as it kills. You may have heard that aspirin is acetyl salicylic acid. Trust me, that "acetyl" makes a big difference. I've rubbed aspirin on various parts of my body for reasons that are none of your business, and it never had that distinct "Hello, my name is corrosive substance and I'll be your cell-destroying chemical agent this evening" sting to it. Salicylic acid, I'm told, is effective. It damn well ought to be. A brunching

what should ****** call her infant simulator? a) Azrael Seraphine b) Sorath Aria c) Chaos Xanthe d) Aconite Kambriel or... e) Willow Misercordia? ...not serious ya know.

away studying....don't shoot the piano player, but please feel free to interrupt me...
obviously me

O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell,
Let it not be among the jumbled heap
Of murky buildings; climb with me the steep-
Keats

The punishment for the wrathful is to attack each other. Is it just me or is this a briar-patch sort of "punishment"? If you're really wrathful, you're probably going to dig on a chance to work out that anger by gouging others. It's like punishing gluttons with ice cream sandwiches. brunching

I love talking about nothing...It's the only thing I know anything about. Oscar Wilde

-We have been left so much to our own devices-- after a while one welcomes the uncertainty of being left to other people's.
-Uncertainty is the normal state. You're nobody special.
r&g are dead

And here we are, at the very center of Hell, where the worst offenders of all are interred: those who betrayed their masters. What an anticlimax; when at the center of Hell you'd want to see, I dunno, people who took a flamethrower to a petting zoo while illegally parked in the handicapped space. A really polluting flamethrower. But no, you just get guys who weren't big on indentured servitude. And the punishment? They're encased in ice. What a lame ending. brunching

I'm going to start greeting everyone with 'ho'
ho, good ******
sounds like shakespeare on drugs
and where are you off to today
and then you'll tell me you're off to market or something
thanks for feeding me my lines!
to market to market to buy a fat duck
home again, home again jiggity....?
jig
jig and duck don't rhyme!!
and you're going to harvard! pfft!
jiggity luck doesn't sound right!
hope you're not majoring in rhymes

People in tombs writhe in flames, pretty standard. It's nice to finally see some flames in Hell, I'd hate to think that all those Far Side cartoons had no basis in reality. The odd bit here is that these souls are a sub-genus of "The Violent," because they did violence to God by denying immortality. I'm not sure how that's, technically speaking, violent. But that's God for you, the all-huffy. brunching

This is where it all starts; the whole yuletide currency-fest. We should just consolidate November and December, make up a name in Latin that refers to credit cards and/or animatronic bears in red hats, and have done with it. At least November has a feast holiday. But you have to wade through an oozing tide of holly-bedecked used car salesmen on TV to get to it. brunching again..great holiday greeting, isn't it?

...idleness is idyllic...

The thing I always liked about food pills in The Jetsons is that they always seemed to enjoy them so much. An apple pie food pill seemed to bring them as much contentment and happiness as an actual apple pie. You can get much the same effect with Jelly Bellys, true, but they really haven't moved past the dessert genre. brunching one more time

if ANYONE knows ANYTHING about ecological pioneers (aka dancing plant seeds) intertwined with native americans and disease control, let me know. or leave a message if you have no clue (like me).

???'s soul shall taste the sadness of her might,
And be among her cloudy trophies hung.
Keats, yes WHO is it???

...But when I am consumed in the fire,
Give me new Phoenix wings to fly at my desire
Keats again.

Libera eas de ore leonis.
Ne absolveat eas tarturus, ne cadant in obscurum.
Libera me, Domine, de morte aeterna in die illa tremenda.
Missa pro defunctis (brought to you by the depressed goth...heh)

Away! away! for I will fly to thee, %n,
Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards,
But on the viewless wings of Poesy. (keats)
But only after I finish eating dinner.
and it was very good.

Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream,
And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?
Keats. once more

And choose each pleasure that my fancy sees...
Play with their fingers, touch their shoulders white
Into a pretty shrinking with a bite
As hard as lips can make it: til agreed,
A lovely tale of human life we'll read.
Keats

your village just called, they're missing their idiot!
NOT Keats

Watching the sailing cloudlet's bright career,
He mourns that day so soon has glided by:
E'en like the passage of an angel's tear
That falls through the clear ether silently
lets round it out with some more Keats

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One should either be a work of art, or wear a work of art. Oscar Wilde
Think you've said (or typed for that matter)something extremely brilliant that should be here, in your opinion, but isn't? Chances are, I didn't think it was brilliant enough or I didn't know if it was OK to go posting thoughts without your knowledge. If you did say something brilliant that you want up here, let me know and I'll go through my archives and put it up. In the meanwhile, go learn some Schubert impromptus, work on a jigsaw puzzle, and get off my artistic brick.

For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbors, and laugh at them in our turn? Jane Austen

The sleep of reason produces monsters. Goya, Los Caprichos

The public is wonderfully tolerant. It forgives everything except genius. Oscar Wilde

You won't believe what fell into the angels for animals basket!

Religion class is like abrasive sandpaper.

Aw, mary magdalene was a just a cute goth chick like you and me

God was just on pms when he wrote the old testament

You can't appreciate the world -do you appreciate my cat going to the bathroom?

Hawthorne, in Young Goodman Brown, proves that the world is evil. Yep, everyone you know. Except ******, She's just depressed.

Close your bodily eye so that you may first see your picture with your mind's eye. Then bring to the light of day what you have seen in the dark, so that it may reflect back on others from outside to inside. Caspar David Friedrich

...There's a logic at work -it's all done for you, don't worry. Enjoy it. Relax. To be taken in hand and led, like being a child again, even without the innocence, a child -it's like being given a prize, an extra slice of childhood when you least expect it, as a prize for being good, or compensation for never having had one...Do I contradict myself? Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead

There is one thing one has to have: either a soul that is cheerful by nature, or a soul made cheerful by work, love, art, and knowledge. Friedrich Nietzsche

Take care of the sense and the sounds will take care of themselves. Lewis Carroll

Immortality is all I seek...Give us this day our daily week. Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead

Take no notice of what the critics say. No one ever put up a statue to a critic. Sibelius

That's why I stick to Oscar Wilde and Tom Stoppard -so some guy can't mutilate poetry in the name of love.

I hope you like your Christmas gift. It's odd. But don't worry, it's not a vibrator. It just comes in a coffin.

Yesterday I dreamed my hair turned into a cat, and cats can't be in cathedrals!

Support the arts and get the hell off our brick!!!

...One who brings
A mind not to be chang'd by Place or Time.
The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n John Milton

I need to be super-bohemian for Eugene Lang...maybe I'll send in a buttered knife and sing butter on a stick.

Follies and nonsense, whims and inconsistencies do divert me, I own, and I laugh at them whenever I can. Jane Austen

Was it a vision or a waking dream?
Fled is that music: -Do I wake or sleep?
John Keats (again)

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. Oscar Wilde

What a fine persecution -to be kept intrigued without ever quite being enlightened. Tom Stoppard, R&GAD

Better to be without sense than to misapply it... Jane Austen

To be an artist includes much -one must possess many gifts -absolute gifts- which have not been acquired by one's own effort. And, moreover, to succeed, the artist must possess the courageous soul...Courageous, ma foi! The brave soul. The soul that dares and defies. Kate Chopin

Twilight combined with the scenery of Egdon Heath to evolve a thing majestic without severity, impressive without showiness, emphatic in its admonitions, grand in its simplicity...Thomas Hardy, The Return of the Native

In a temple, everything should be serious except the thing being worshipped. Oscar Wilde

R: I wouldn't think about it, if I were you. You'd only get depressed. Eternity is a terrible thought, I mean, where's it going to end? guess who

R:He talks to himself, which might be madness.
G:If he didn't talk sense, which he does.
R:Which suggests the opposite.
P:Of what?
G:I think I have it. A man talking sense to himself is no madder than a man talking nonsense not to himself.
R:Or just as mad.
G:Or just as mad.
R:And he does both.
G:So there you are.
R:Stark raving sane.
pause
P:Why?
G:Ah. (To Ros) Why?
R:Exactly.
G:Exactly what?
R:Exactly why.
G:Exactly why what?
R:What?
G:Why?
R:Why what, exactly?
G:Why is he mad?!
R: I don't know!
guess who

All your life you live so close to truth it becomes a permanent blur in the corner of your eye. And when something nudges it into outline, it's like being ambushed by a grotesque. Tom Stoppard, R&GAD

What in God's name is going on? Foul! No rhetoric. Two-one. What does it all add up to? Can't you guess? Were you addressing me? Is there anyone else? Who? How would I know? Why do you ask? Are you serious? Was that rhetoric? No. Statement! Two-all. Game point. What's the matter with you today? When? What? Are you deaf? Am I dead? Yes or no? Is there a choice? Is there a God? Foul! No non sequiturs, three-two, one game all. What's your name? What's yours? I asked you first. Statement. One-love. What's your name when you're at home? What's yours? When I'm at home? Is it different at home? What home? Haven't you got one? Why do you ask? What are you driving at? What's your name?!
brilliant. R&G are Dead.