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Thursday, August 03, 2006

It's pouring memories ...

RAIN

She said she liked the rain
sometimes. I, that the only thing
I have against it is it makes
you wet. Anyway on hot summer nights
the sound of it is cool. She said
when you are crossed in love
you listen to the words of the songs.
I said that being in love is bad
for the stomach; no one
should be in love after thirty.
She kissed me and ran naked
out in the rain, and indigestion
burned inside me like a fire.

- Henry Graham

Labels: Art, Poetry

7 Comments:

the olive ream said...

What a wonderfully great choice for a quote (for a blogword post). Loved it!

03 August, 2006 21:28

Ghazala said...

Absolutely fab!! Three cheers for Liverpool - no wonder Ginsberg called it the centre of consciousness of the human universe.
ZAK, didn't know you were such a fantastic painter too.
Beautiful.

03 August, 2006 22:20

saphiya said...

you did justice to the poem with the illustration. it's brilliant! :)

05 August, 2006 10:29

deranged_lunatic said...

somehow your illustration manages to fill me with dread and touch me at the very same time...on one hand it's overpowering in a way that seems as if it's obstructing and confining, trying to make me choke by stopping me from breathing, and on the other hand it makes me want to let go of reason and drown into its abyss of sweet oblivion...amazing :) and this is coming from a person who ordinarily isn't very responsive to imagery :)

and thanks so much for visiting my blog...i just saw your comments :)

07 August, 2006 02:06

junohenry said...

The image danced through my dreams all night.

11 August, 2006 05:56

Mina said...

what a lovely poem- i've always maintained that love means stomachache :)

19 August, 2006 21:58

yasir said...

The poem is the great masterpiece of Art.All lines are well arranged.It tones very innocent.I really like it.

08 December, 2009 16:14

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Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind.

These passions, like great winds, have blown me hither and thither, in a wayward course, over a deep ocean of anguish, reaching to the very verge of despair.

I have sought love, first, because it brings ecstasy - ecstasy so great that I would often have scrificed all the rest of life for a few hours of this joy. I have sought it, next, because it relieves loneliness - that terrible loneliness in which one shivering consciousness looks over the rim of the world into the cold unfathomable lifeless abyss. I have sought it, finally, because in the union of love I have seen, in a mystic miniature, the prefiguring vision of the heaven that the saints and poets have imagined. This is what I sought and, though it might seem too good for human life, this is what - at last - I have found.

With equal passion I have sought knowledge. I have wished to understand the hearts of men. I have wished to know why the stars shine. And I have tried to apprehend the Pythagorean power by which number holds sway above the flux. A little of this, but not much, I have achieved.

Love and knowledge, so far as they were possible, led upward toward the heavens. But always pity brought me to earth. Echoes of cries of pain reverberate in my heart. Children in famine, victims tortured by oppressors, helpless old people a hated burden to their sons, and the whole world of loneliness, poverty, and pain make a mockery of what human life should be. I long to alleviate the evil, but I cannot, and I too suffer.

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Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

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It's pouring memories ...

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