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Posted: June 3rd, 2007, 4:21 pm
by panta rhei
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“I have always looked upon decay as being just as wonderful and rich an expression of life as growth.”
~ Henry Miller


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"Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent." ~Victor Hugo


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"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars... "
~Jack Kerouac, On The Road, 1957, Part 1, Ch. 1


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"A man is a god in ruins. " ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Posted: June 3rd, 2007, 5:08 pm
by mousey1
Panta, these are smashing...simply smashing!!!

and the quotes
they fit to perfection

...and I believe ol' Jack was onto something. Mad for it made for it mad for it...yeah!

A zest for life in all it's wonder and dishevelment.

"All the world's a stage..." and each must play his part...I choose the zany madcap. 8)

William Shakespeare - All the world's a stage (from As You Like It)

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.



Thank you panta, you've really touched my mind with these and sent it sailing all in many directions. :D

Posted: June 4th, 2007, 1:25 pm
by Arcadia
beautiful first one!!

Posted: June 14th, 2007, 9:41 pm
by Artguy
St. Jack always unhinges me...and causes my mind to burn... burn... burn..."and did you know that God is pooh bear???"... a life time of reading and understanding or not, exist in Some Of The Dharma...and Wind Blown World...his journals 47 -54

Posted: June 19th, 2007, 3:29 pm
by jimboloco
yeah i have jack's "some of the dharma"
and i know a (late) fellow who saw jack get kicked outa a bar
back in the late 60's.

he got so high
then went to the dark side

i once saw an old man die on christas eve
he was in a cradle for old folks
i gave him three spoons of soup and he said "that's enough"
the glow from the Tree came around the corner into his darkened room
he was all alone
yet upon his face there was a radiance
i swear

now i can say i've read shakespeare
texture and notes
wiith little quotes