Sunday, October 30, 2011

 

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One need not be a Chamber — to be Haunted —
One need not be a House —
The Brain has Corridors — surpassing
Material Place —

Far safer, of a Midnight Meeting
External Ghost
Than its interior Confronting —
That Cooler Host.

Far safer, through an Abbey gallop,
The Stones a'chase —
Than Unarmed, one's a'self encounter —
In lonesome Place —

Ourself behind ourself, concealed —
Should startle most —
Assassin hid in our Apartment
Be Horror's least.

The Body — borrows a Revolver —
He bolts the Door —
O'erlooking a superior spectre —
rnOr More —
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From the daguerreotype taken at Mount Holyoke, December 1846 or early 1847. The only authenticated portrait of Emily Dickinson later than childhood, the original is held by the Archives and Special Collections at Amherst College.[1]Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (December 10, 1830 – May 15, 1886) was an American poet. Born in Amherst, Massachusetts, to a successful family with strong community ties, she lived a mostly introverted and reclusive life. After she studied at the Amherst Academy for seven years in her youth, she spent a short time at Mount Holyoke Female Seminary before returning to her family's house in Amherst. Thought of as an eccentric by the locals, she became known for her penchant for white clothing and her reluctance to greet guests or, later in life, even leave her room. Most of her friendships were therefore carried out by correspondence.

Although Dickinson was a prolific private poet, fewer than a dozen of her nearly eighteen hundred poems were published during her lifetime.[2] The work that was published during her lifetime was usually altered significantly by the publishers to fit the conventional poetic rules of the time. Dickinson's poems are unique for the era in which she wrote; they contain short lines, typically lack titles, and often use slant rhyme as well as unconventional capitalization and punctuation.[3] Many of her poems deal with themes of death and immortality, two recurring topics in letters to her friends.

Thursday, October 20, 2011

 

Who is God?


The god of the Tree said,
“why not worship me.
For the cross was made of Tree!
You drive a nail and chop a trail
.On me you tell this very tale
!I give fruit to make you live.
What do you to me give!
Why do you my life take!
Burn my leaves and limps I make.
But then You do this to your self!
So said the Tree ,
“God Therefore,
must be a man!
”and not a tree,
Like me!

Saturday, October 15, 2011

 

LUV



"LOVE many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever LOVE much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in LOVE is done well."- Vincent van Gogh
"I feel that there is nothing more truly artistic than to LOVE people."-Vincent van Gogh ( Post-impressionists painter)

y @ 11:22 AM
Comments:
well i LOVE vincent van gogh's paintings! there was an interesting segment on 60 minutes yesterday about him/his life.
# posted by drollgirl : 1:29 PM
Good to hear from you again Lloyd.

Finally painting. It has taken time to get the spirit flowing again but at last it is happening.

Your new works look beautiful, really poignant mood to them.

Take care and good painting.
# posted by Greenearth : 9:52 PM
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ere's a lot of hype publicity surrounding the publication of a 900+ page book with a new theory about how Vincent van Gogh died. He apparently didn't commit suicide but was shot by two boys accidentally who he then protected them by saying he'd shot himself. A curator from the Van Gogh Museum

Thursday, October 13, 2011

 

The Bridge to NoWhere...By Lloyd Irving Bradbury... The Last



Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything -- all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart. ... Stay hungry. Stay foolish.
-- Steve Jobs

Monday, October 10, 2011

 

Visited by the Holy Ghost


To believe in God or in a guiding force because someone tells you to is the height of stupidity. We are given senses to receive our information within. With our own eyes we see, and with our own skin we feel. With our intelligence, it is intended that we understand. But each person must puzzle it out for himself or herself.
-- Sophy BurnhamCategories: Sophy Burnham
Posted by George Lunt at 12:05 AM

Saturday, October 01, 2011

 

Before the weather takes its frightening turn into snow-covered blah, North America becomes awash in heartbreaking shades of orange, yellow, and red.


Before the weather takes its frightening turn into snow-covered blah, North America becomes awash in heartbreaking shades of orange, yellow, and red. In fact, these next two months are some people's favorite time of the year

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