Intellectual side effects….

Ffolkes,

“Better clean death than dirty life.”

~~ Frank Herbert ~~

rosey

Early morning rose….

Hajime…. Though this Pearl has been late getting posted, I feel no sense of urgency, since it’s done, & done as well as it is going to be. All the elements are in place, though not with the fresh poem I’d hoped to include; it seems reluctant to finish leaking out, no matter how widely I open the vein…. So be it. It can’t be forced, or, it will simply disappear. But, I found a suitable replacement, so, if I can cease dithering, we might just see it done today. One is allowed to hope, if not encouraged to indulge such weaknesses…

I have yet to come up with anything particularly new, or compelling, in the way of an intro section; not surprising, considering we’ve been unable to do that for about six years now. But, once again, wandering around in what passes for my brain seems to provide sufficient blather to fill up the emptiest of spaces, so, who am I to complain? In fact, I’m going to show some rather unusual compassion, by exercising my executive authority to call a halt to any further torturous involvement in this sort of inclement activity, & simply get on with our business for the day. What a novel concept!….

Not merely novel, either; it’s actually efficient. Watch this….

Shall we Pearl?….

“Experience is the only prophecy of wise men.”

~~ Alphonse de Lamartine ~~

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playing-for-change

I’m lazy today, so, you get more default music by which to read today’s mess. As usual, this one comes with a recommendation to support this organization, which promotes peace and cooperation world-wide with music as their weapon of choice…. Enjoy, ffolkes; it doesn’t get any fresher than this…

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Playing For Change
One Love

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Comedy_Tragedy

Visible life

Forty-two days of pressure and internal rain,
leave marks of salvation, often in pain.
Such sharp reminders of yesterday’s remorse
fight heavily to keep a straight course.
Rash moments, bright, and routinely immense
Give us pleasure, bereft of common sense.

Still the night comes soft and eternally dear
to bring out wishful dreams so vitally clear.
Life’s myrmidons give freely in protest
lifting with skill, soul pieces first to infest,
Loudly brash, with no such voices to remain
Sealed in infamy, branded ugliness all too plain.

Now come brave signs of chapter and verse
Shielded by ignorance, irritable and terse.
Gravid portions of in-between retaliation
leave only pale marks of initial gestation
With hope even pallid warriors grow brave
Leading all humanity, to a warm, stale grave.

Hope never falters, nor leaves any trace
Yet lingers forever in a welcoming space.
Cheerful faces yet shine out of time
for tricking and fumbling sweet melody sublime.
Fill in the spaces with a long, strong retort
life is ever visible, if only as last resort.

~~ gigoid ~~

9/6/2012

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Naked Pearls

More notes on Life at Large…

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“There’s nothing frightening in the dark if you just face it.”

~~ L.J. Smith ~~

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“Nothing is so difficult but that it may be found out by seeking.”

~~ Terence — Heautontimoroumenos, Act iv, Sc. 2, 8, (675) ~~

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“Clever people master life;
the wise illuminate it and create fresh difficulties.”

~~ Emil Nolde ~~

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“If life must not be taken too seriously, then so neither must death.”

~~ Samuel Butler ~~

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“Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face.”

~~ Victor Hugo ~~

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“At any price that I can pay, let me own myself.
And the price is worth  paying if you keep what you have bought…
A man may apply his independence to what is called worldly advantage,
and discover too late that he  laboriously has made himself
dependent on a mass of external conditions
for the maintenance of which he has sacrificed himself.
So he may be  festooned with the whole haberdashery of success,
and go to his grave a castaway.
Some men hold that the risk is worth taking.
Others do not.
It is to those that I have spoken.”

~~ Rudyard Kipling ~~

~~ speech at the University of St. Andrews, Scotland, 1923 ~~

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“Nobody ever said it was going to be easy, baby!”

~~ Boxcar Bertha. ~~

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Dead average, I’d say; not the best, but, not the worst, by far. I’ll take it. Moreover, I’ll take it, and run. See y’all next time, ffolkes; that’s scheduled for tomorrow, but, I’m hesitant to predict the future, so, we’ll plan for the worst, & hope for the best. At this point, there’s little else we can do, having done all we can do… & as we all know by now, all you can do is all you can do. I’ve done it all for today, so, I’m outta here; be well, be alert, be strange, and, above all, be you…. Nobody can do it better….

Y’all take care out there,
and May the Metaphorse be with you;
Blessed Be, dearest Carole, Mark,Theresa, & Richy
and everyone else, too…

When I works, I works hard.
When I sits, I sits loose.
When I thinks, I falls asleep.

Which is Why….

Sometimes I sits and thinks,
and sometimes,
I just sits.

gigoid, the dubious

The *only* duly authorized Computer Curmudgeon.

PLEASE STOP READING THIS MESSAGE NOW.

“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch

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À bientôt, mon cherí….


					
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