Sep. 14th, 2012

Jaws

Sep. 14th, 2012 12:00 am
monk222: (Devil)


Perched on the jaws of death: Moment a seal dodges great white shark in False Bay, South Africa

-- Funny Wildlife

Jaws

Sep. 14th, 2012 12:00 am
monk222: (Devil)


Perched on the jaws of death: Moment a seal dodges great white shark in False Bay, South Africa

-- Funny Wildlife
monk222: (Mori: by tiger_ace)
“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.
monk222: (Mori: by tiger_ace)
“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.
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“I want so much that is not here and do not know where to go.”

-- Charles Bukowski
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“I want so much that is not here and do not know where to go.”

-- Charles Bukowski
monk222: (Christmas)
Of 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)
monk222: (Christmas)
Of 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)

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