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Perched on the jaws of death: Moment a seal dodges great white shark in False Bay, South Africa
-- Funny Wildlife
Sep. 14th, 2012
Perched on the jaws of death: Moment a seal dodges great white shark in False Bay, South Africa
-- Funny Wildlife
Perched on the jaws of death: Moment a seal dodges great white shark in False Bay, South Africa
-- Funny Wildlife
Cesare Pavese
Sep. 14th, 2012 09:00 am“Suffering is by no means a privilege, a sign of nobility, a reminder of God. Suffering is a fierce, bestial thing, commonplace, uncalled for. It is intangible; no one can grasp it or fight against it; it dwells in time—it is the same thing as time.”
-- Cesare Pavese, Diary entry (October 30, 1940)
Suffering is the same thing as time? Well, maybe when you get in your forties.
-- Cesare Pavese, Diary entry (October 30, 1940)
Suffering is the same thing as time? Well, maybe when you get in your forties.
Cesare Pavese
Sep. 14th, 2012 09:00 am“Suffering is by no means a privilege, a sign of nobility, a reminder of God. Suffering is a fierce, bestial thing, commonplace, uncalled for. It is intangible; no one can grasp it or fight against it; it dwells in time—it is the same thing as time.”
-- Cesare Pavese, Diary entry (October 30, 1940)
Suffering is the same thing as time? Well, maybe when you get in your forties.
-- Cesare Pavese, Diary entry (October 30, 1940)
Suffering is the same thing as time? Well, maybe when you get in your forties.
C. P. Cavafy
Sep. 14th, 2012 07:00 pmOf the great hope to find happiness some otherwhere, here is a nice poem that tells you that you can never really leave home.
_ _ _
You said: “I’ll go to another country, go to another shore,
find another city better than this one.
Whatever I try to do is fated to turn out wrong
and my heart lies buried like something dead.
How long can I let my mind moulder in this place?
Wherever I turn, wherever I look,
I see the black ruins of my life, here,
where I’ve spent so many years, wasted them, destroyed them totally.”
You won’t find a new country, won’t find another shore.
This city will always pursue you.
You’ll walk the same streets, grow old
in the same neighborhoods, turn gray in these same houses.
You’ll always end up in this city. Don’t hope for things elsewhere:
there’s no ship for you, there’s no road.
Now that you’ve wasted your life here, in this small corner,
you’ve destroyed it everywhere in the world.
-- "The City" by C. P. Cavafy (1863-1933)
_ _ _
You said: “I’ll go to another country, go to another shore,
find another city better than this one.
Whatever I try to do is fated to turn out wrong
and my heart lies buried like something dead.
How long can I let my mind moulder in this place?
Wherever I turn, wherever I look,
I see the black ruins of my life, here,
where I’ve spent so many years, wasted them, destroyed them totally.”
You won’t find a new country, won’t find another shore.
This city will always pursue you.
You’ll walk the same streets, grow old
in the same neighborhoods, turn gray in these same houses.
You’ll always end up in this city. Don’t hope for things elsewhere:
there’s no ship for you, there’s no road.
Now that you’ve wasted your life here, in this small corner,
you’ve destroyed it everywhere in the world.
-- "The City" by C. P. Cavafy (1863-1933)
C. P. Cavafy
Sep. 14th, 2012 07:00 pmOf the great hope to find happiness some otherwhere, here is a nice poem that tells you that you can never really leave home.
_ _ _
You said: “I’ll go to another country, go to another shore,
find another city better than this one.
Whatever I try to do is fated to turn out wrong
and my heart lies buried like something dead.
How long can I let my mind moulder in this place?
Wherever I turn, wherever I look,
I see the black ruins of my life, here,
where I’ve spent so many years, wasted them, destroyed them totally.”
You won’t find a new country, won’t find another shore.
This city will always pursue you.
You’ll walk the same streets, grow old
in the same neighborhoods, turn gray in these same houses.
You’ll always end up in this city. Don’t hope for things elsewhere:
there’s no ship for you, there’s no road.
Now that you’ve wasted your life here, in this small corner,
you’ve destroyed it everywhere in the world.
-- "The City" by C. P. Cavafy (1863-1933)
_ _ _
You said: “I’ll go to another country, go to another shore,
find another city better than this one.
Whatever I try to do is fated to turn out wrong
and my heart lies buried like something dead.
How long can I let my mind moulder in this place?
Wherever I turn, wherever I look,
I see the black ruins of my life, here,
where I’ve spent so many years, wasted them, destroyed them totally.”
You won’t find a new country, won’t find another shore.
This city will always pursue you.
You’ll walk the same streets, grow old
in the same neighborhoods, turn gray in these same houses.
You’ll always end up in this city. Don’t hope for things elsewhere:
there’s no ship for you, there’s no road.
Now that you’ve wasted your life here, in this small corner,
you’ve destroyed it everywhere in the world.
-- "The City" by C. P. Cavafy (1863-1933)