17. -AS LARGE AS IT IS-
INCIDENTAL MUSICS:
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Sadness Comes in Three Sizes:
‘Wind in the pines.
Tears on my sleeve.
Spaghetti.’
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The Buddha’s body cannot be measured. This is truly miraculous.
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The intellect of man is forced to choose perfection of the life or of the work and if it take the second must refuse a heavenly mansion instead raging in the dark and morality is made by humans - not found in the world - and a man must have an intellectual temperment with a delight in muscular language and the power to shock and the idea although a bit banal is that a person is responsible for his own life and external forces and events are just the raw materials out of which we make a life and we therefore have no right to blame anyone else for the result because it was ours to make or muff and this is a philosophy or psychology which is basically optimistic cheerful and a forward looking one of self-assertion of liberation from oppressive frameworks such as that created by religions or other dogmas.
Esta buchiamento elanastero tria
enomble telerado myanaro dustimistus
aeroda mueya riligant et yatdo
bosta bosta tiriamis trex no ! no
ah dey waymo lagdo tipes
ayvama ayvama norta !
That strange foreign man he is measuring the sky he is lighting rages of fire and distorting the horizon far awkward already by refraction and stealth he walks without limbs and covets whatever he wishes and in strictures so defined he widely carries forth along and over as people listen and so I wonder from what is gathering strength and why them as at that moment something flutters along past me and I see it is merely old newsprint the same old print which is covering the park with debris as papers flown around lose meaning so too I cannot hardly now read anything ands the hour though late is still enough for watching the morning light take far away the fading moon so fat still fat and settling as it sinks in whatever horizon is left for we are all different now so far from any place we’ve lived before OH DELICATE FLOWER wither not now but stay until the Spring and let me known you are there once more ‘I love the laughing vale I love the echoing hill I love the oaken seat beneath the oaken tree where all the villagers meet and laugh our sports to see’ and sitting here myself I am awed too by age and its distance of soldiers in a field schooners on the water whale masters trodding the old waterfront the sheds and shanty rank and filled with all the debris of watery ages the spars and ropes and hooks and containers and the seaman’s salty cry for food and drink that knife slammed flat or thrown hard down into a tabletop and the people straining to see out far to the watery horizon what sails approach and whose flag whose endeavor what journey closes for AS LARGE AS IT IS IT’S A SMALLER WORLD and one marked by the craft and the line the maps of men and maiden and calendars are scrawled : “Father my father you have brought forth a northern God to protect us yet he will do not good here for there are not enough vessels to contain him and ‘ere long enough we must go anayway to places his hand can protect us from the evils and travails of wicked men with messengers of gold and iron and tongues of magical weaving ad flames of light and falshood flaming and they too shall bow down before that as quickly as you have gone from sight and your words will be forgotten even less heard and it shall be as if you never appeared never lived or never brought Him here!’ and so they built three churches on the hills around so as the landed people traveled wherever they went there would be someplace for them to enter and think of that God or at the least consider His ways as they passed on their earthly missions and these churches yet stand if only their gravelly foundations and the holes they once covered for on this earth the light is as darkness and the shadows are dense and the winged butterfly alighting stays not long or withers in the heat and fire and windward yonder blows sea breezes where all men pine to go each and every seeks to leave but those who stay by force remain unhappy in their lot but steady THUS THUS THAT IS OUR LAND TODAY for even as we have conquered the moon we stumble over space…even as we have conquered the moon we stumble over space.
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- THE DIVINE IMAGE -
by William Blake
To Mercy Pity Peace and Love
All pray in their distress;
And to these virtues of delight
Return their thankfulness.
For Mercy Pity Peace and Love
Is God our father dear:
And mercy pity peace and love
Is Man his child dear.
For Mercy has a human heart,
Pity, a human face:
And Love, the human form divine,
And Peace, the human dress.
Then every man of every clime,
That prays in his distress,
Prays to the human form divine
Love Mercy Pity Peace.
And all must love the human form,
In heathen turk or jew.
Where Mercy, Love & Pity dwell,
There God is dwelling too.
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INCIDENTAL MUSICS:
_______________
Sadness Comes in Three Sizes:
‘Wind in the pines.
Tears on my sleeve.
Spaghetti.’
_________________
The Buddha’s body cannot be measured. This is truly miraculous.
_______
The intellect of man is forced to choose perfection of the life or of the work and if it take the second must refuse a heavenly mansion instead raging in the dark and morality is made by humans - not found in the world - and a man must have an intellectual temperment with a delight in muscular language and the power to shock and the idea although a bit banal is that a person is responsible for his own life and external forces and events are just the raw materials out of which we make a life and we therefore have no right to blame anyone else for the result because it was ours to make or muff and this is a philosophy or psychology which is basically optimistic cheerful and a forward looking one of self-assertion of liberation from oppressive frameworks such as that created by religions or other dogmas.
Esta buchiamento elanastero tria
enomble telerado myanaro dustimistus
aeroda mueya riligant et yatdo
bosta bosta tiriamis trex no ! no
ah dey waymo lagdo tipes
ayvama ayvama norta !
That strange foreign man he is measuring the sky he is lighting rages of fire and distorting the horizon far awkward already by refraction and stealth he walks without limbs and covets whatever he wishes and in strictures so defined he widely carries forth along and over as people listen and so I wonder from what is gathering strength and why them as at that moment something flutters along past me and I see it is merely old newsprint the same old print which is covering the park with debris as papers flown around lose meaning so too I cannot hardly now read anything ands the hour though late is still enough for watching the morning light take far away the fading moon so fat still fat and settling as it sinks in whatever horizon is left for we are all different now so far from any place we’ve lived before OH DELICATE FLOWER wither not now but stay until the Spring and let me known you are there once more ‘I love the laughing vale I love the echoing hill I love the oaken seat beneath the oaken tree where all the villagers meet and laugh our sports to see’ and sitting here myself I am awed too by age and its distance of soldiers in a field schooners on the water whale masters trodding the old waterfront the sheds and shanty rank and filled with all the debris of watery ages the spars and ropes and hooks and containers and the seaman’s salty cry for food and drink that knife slammed flat or thrown hard down into a tabletop and the people straining to see out far to the watery horizon what sails approach and whose flag whose endeavor what journey closes for AS LARGE AS IT IS IT’S A SMALLER WORLD and one marked by the craft and the line the maps of men and maiden and calendars are scrawled : “Father my father you have brought forth a northern God to protect us yet he will do not good here for there are not enough vessels to contain him and ‘ere long enough we must go anayway to places his hand can protect us from the evils and travails of wicked men with messengers of gold and iron and tongues of magical weaving ad flames of light and falshood flaming and they too shall bow down before that as quickly as you have gone from sight and your words will be forgotten even less heard and it shall be as if you never appeared never lived or never brought Him here!’ and so they built three churches on the hills around so as the landed people traveled wherever they went there would be someplace for them to enter and think of that God or at the least consider His ways as they passed on their earthly missions and these churches yet stand if only their gravelly foundations and the holes they once covered for on this earth the light is as darkness and the shadows are dense and the winged butterfly alighting stays not long or withers in the heat and fire and windward yonder blows sea breezes where all men pine to go each and every seeks to leave but those who stay by force remain unhappy in their lot but steady THUS THUS THAT IS OUR LAND TODAY for even as we have conquered the moon we stumble over space…even as we have conquered the moon we stumble over space.
_____________
- THE DIVINE IMAGE -
by William Blake
To Mercy Pity Peace and Love
All pray in their distress;
And to these virtues of delight
Return their thankfulness.
For Mercy Pity Peace and Love
Is God our father dear:
And mercy pity peace and love
Is Man his child dear.
For Mercy has a human heart,
Pity, a human face:
And Love, the human form divine,
And Peace, the human dress.
Then every man of every clime,
That prays in his distress,
Prays to the human form divine
Love Mercy Pity Peace.
And all must love the human form,
In heathen turk or jew.
Where Mercy, Love & Pity dwell,
There God is dwelling too.
___________
