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[Jun. 6th, 2006|01:57 pm] |
and how do i
how do i
wish
i may might
cryfuckfallfight
didn't this
weren't they
wasn't i
somebody
better than this.
better than this. |
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[Jun. 6th, 2006|01:45 pm] |
did they know what they made? did they know what they started?
i only wanted something better.
i only didn't know how to get there.
i'm only still swimming in that same direction, like a half-eaten bobbing apple on the ocean salty bright. |
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[Sep. 6th, 2005|11:41 am] |
Pam Lee,
Gary Lee,
Lisa Lee
looked for by Nicole Copeland of Ridgeland
from Clarion Ledger Missis.
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Audrey Winklehad
looked for by Nicole Copeland of Ridgeland
Clarion Ledger Missis. forum
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Two friends of mine run an assisted living facility on the coast. They and their residents evacuated to Perkinston, MS. I have have been told that they are in need of water and medical supplies, and that one of their residents has died.
They are located at:
258 Vestry Road
Perkinston, MS
If anyone knows who I can contact to check on them...please let me know.
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posted by jfurr
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if you work for Office Depot {exact quote:}
Any Office Depot Associate who has been displaced by Hurricane Katrina should call 1-888-954-4636 Option 3 to receive information on how Office Depot is assisting you. Our thoughts are with you in this difficult time.
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[Jul. 17th, 2003|09:13 am] |
I think you're a queer. You think I'm a queer.
I say, I think you're a queer. Think you're a queer! |
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[Jul. 2nd, 2003|12:46 am] |
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for either posterity or idiot research. |
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[Mar. 23rd, 2003|04:21 pm] |
Keats: A Collection of Critical Essays
Edited by Walter Jackson Bate
Prentice-Hall, Inc. Englewood Cliffs, New Jersey
1964
"The Two Hyperions" D.G. James
pg. 168
We can hardly read the lines which portray the countenance of Mnemosyne without seeing the face of the agonized Christ. Christianity has never said that our hearts can be reconciled to the suffering of the world-it must always remain mysterious to us; it has never said that it may be justified by an "Absolute" to which it is callously condemned to contribute. Instead, Christianity has said that our imaginations can endure the huge reality of evil and pain only when we see it freely endured by God himself. I suggest that something of the sense of this has passed into Keats' lines.
[It would be absurd to call Keats a Christian as to use the word for Shelley. He was repelled by Christian dogma as greatly as Shelley.]
pg. 169
Later on, the Romantic movement (if we can allow ourselves to speak thus loosely) will see Christian dogma very differently. But to Shelley and Keats it was anathema. But this did not mean and could not mean that their imaginations were not shot through with ways of feeling and percieving which could not have been possible to them had they not been reared in a civilization which owed its existence to Christianity.
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Preludes to Vision: The Epic Venture in Blake, Wordsworth, Keats and Hart Crane
Thomas A. Vogler
University of California Press Berkeley, CA 1971
Chapter 5, Keats: In the Interval
pg. 122
One of the thorniest problems in reading The Fall is partly textual, partly interpretive. Normally, before beginning a careful reading of any poem one tries to assure himself that he has the best text available. For The Fall, however, there are two texts, both supported by scholarly authority, and differing in the acceptance or rejection of lines 187-210. The existence of these lines gives the critic a predetermined focus for any attempt to read the poem, for it cannot be proved conclusively from external evidence whether the lines should be excluded or included. Therefore an argument for rejecting the lines must be supported be an interpretation of the poem that depends for its validity on their absence; and vice versa. The problem would be of little significance if the presence or absence of the lines did not seem to have some bearing on the general quality or meaning of the poem.
[ pg. 124
Keats began directly with an allegory of the stages in a poet's development. The device of a vision--or a dream--enabled him to be openly subjective and lyrical whereas the demands of a more objective epic form had delayed the complicated treatment of the poetic consciousness.]
pg. 125
This is the sensual heritage of fallen man, and although delightful in the usual sense of physical pleasure, there is something incomplete and unsatisfying about this paradise. The disorder and irregularity of the landscape is echoed by the disarray of the meal which (though of "more plenty than the fabled horn") consists of remnants, shells scattered on the grass, and half bare grape stalks. The arbour seems to have no ordering principle save abundance and variety. Although the poet eats "deliciously," the result is not satisfaction but the stimulation of a new appetite.
((note: relate to orgy of sensual fruit in The Eve of St. Agnes?))
pg. 130
Keats does indeed attempt to make an affirmative statement in the doubtful lines. He admits his own unworthiness and asks Moneta if there are not some poets who benefit their fellow men; in the same double question he asks once more what he is, since he feels he is not a poet. Moneta answers, "Art thou not of the dreamer tribe?" Of those who view the agony of the world, some are dreamers and some are not. The dreamer is one, like Keats, who can only question and vex the world. He has no balm, no comfort or solace to offer. Wordsworth's Excursion is lurking behind the positive pole of this contrast, but the antithesis rests uneasily in its context in the poem. What good does it do to hypothesize the ideal poet who "pours out a balm" if Keat's problem is not whether such ideal poets exist, but what he himself is, and what good he can do. Keats has reached the position of Wordsworth, conceiving the existence of "higher minds" yet not being able to find his own identity amonth them. His constant questioning of Moneta is an attempt to find his identity, which is obviously not that of the ideal poet. The possible existence of the ideal poet was extremely important for Keats, and he still finds it difficult to reject the possibility, even though he feels at the moment that the goal is beyond his powers. Murry feels that Keats rejected the distinction between the dreamer and the poet because he doubted that such a poet par excellence could really exist. Keats did doubt he could be the ideal poet, and perhaps doubted the ideal could exist; but the distinction itself remains centrally important, because for Keats the only thing that could justify the struggle in The Fall was the reality of the ideal poet and the possibility he might become that poet.
pg. 137
The logic of the change in titles, from Hyperion to The Fall of Hyperion, A Dream, becomes clear at this point, as the analogy between the biblical fall and the Titan's fall forces itself upon us. Eve, in eating the forbidden fruit of the apple, was promised by the serpent, "Your eyes shall be opened, and ye shall be as gods, knowing good and evil." The poet begins his dream by eating the refuse of a meal "By angel tasted or our Mother Eve." It would perhaps be reading too curiously to suggest that the "or" is a strong enough disjunction to point to two alternatives for the course of the poet's dream, but the poet does go on to recieve the same promise of god-like vision given to Eve, only to achieve a vision of death and fallen divinity. The promise of a god-like vision is an illusion, as is the physical promise of Lamia and the song of "La Belle Dame Sans Merci" were illusions leading to disappointment and despair. In "La Belle Dame Sans Merci," the knight has a prefigurative dream of the reality to which he must awaken after being lulled to sleep by the Dame. For him it is "The latest dream I ever dreamt/ On the cold hill side." Knowing Keat's use of the dream as a metaphor for the prefigurative imagination, it is no accident that The Fall is subtitled A Dream, for in it Keats expected to find, for better or worse, the reality to which he would have to awaken. And in this latest dream he ever dreamt he found not the god-like vision he hoped for, but a vision of fallen divinity which he had to bear with only the powers of his "own weak mortality." The result of the vision is the prayer "Intense, that death would take me from the vale/ And all its burthens" |
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| shaame! shame! SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYme. |
[Oct. 11th, 2002|03:36 pm] |
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"Don't YOU DARE quote those TOMCATS callin' me, you lil' (AIR QUOTES) gyudd< CHARLOTT_TANNE!!!!"
why, i ougghtta-
bust yo' baskets, and, lyke, totally bite your box'd ears off.
uh.
if you keep quiet, and APOLOGIZE TO THE JACK_COON(/ssssss???) ((0hhhh...
_FOR_IMPLYING_BADNESSS(<--POWR. corrupts..)
then, like, i'll maybe tell you a story,
one time.........
like, uhmmmmmmmm, mm-hmm!
yeh.
ONE TIME, when, ........arr? :shrugs: and THEN, aww
FUGGAHHT HABBOWWTIT |
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| IN>THE>SUN: like, y'know "glowball" "like a yolke!" "um, eggs, any won?" |
[Oct. 11th, 2002|02:34 pm] |
Court is no longer in session. Go! Eat Bugz >>>>>>>>
Happee! happye. Jo/ie. JOY!
::harrriiiiiiii
harri,kriiish
naw!
harrriiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeett-the
spaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyy
2 et,
tu: HARRYHARRY HAIRRY POTT HERRE--
nellysandkellysNOT_INCLUDED.
and, too, ycan CANCAN-go2Canada???MRS>BRO??
MIZZZUSWISE???
MISTER ROBINSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON?????????????
what the fUCK are y'all doin' now.
makine ME cry a duckpond. killing all the wee, meanie, greenwid enveey tat poleded.
jusshtoppitt. ya?
"Ne"
"PLOW"
-->G: ooh, yeh.
YEH is japanese for "PRETTY DEAD LEAFE"
did U know dat???
:nods: y'all kant lurrn something NEW EVERY DAYY??
:shrug: thats Y i need XXX tutors.
kun tycha help me spell?->DING-."online"
"DICKshynaaary-"
thnxhaveaniceday.
Theres.No.SXXX.Ye.in violence.
learn to play violins instead!! ORGY! ORGY! TOOOOOOOOOOOGAYahooooowahoo,hobos. |
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[Oct. 5th, 2002|09:09 am] |
Alanis Morissette
One
I am the biggest hypocrite
I've been undeniably jealous
I have been loud and pretentious
I have been utterly threatened
I've gotten candy for my self-interest
the sexy treadmill capitalist
heaven forbid I be criticized
heaven forbid I be ignored
I have abused my power forgive me
you mean we actually are all one
one one one one one one one
I've been out of reach and separatist
heaven forbid average (whatever average means)
I have compensated for my days
of powerlessness
I have abused my so-called power forgive me
you mean we actually are all one
one one one one one one one
did you just call her amazing?
surely we both can't be amazing!
and give up my hard earned status
as fabulous freak of nature?
I have abused my power forgive me
you mean we actually are all one
one one one one one one one
always looked good on paper
sounded good in theory
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I wouldn't have compromised so much
so much of myself for fear of
having you hating me
I would've sung so loudly
it would've cracked myself!
I became self-conscious
of anything exuberant
I wouldn't have sold myself short
I wouldn't have kept my eyes
glued to the ground
if I had've known my invisibility
would not make a difference
I would've run around screaming proudly
at the top of my voice
I wouldn't have said it was in fact luck
i'm talking idealism here
I would not have been so self deprecating
I wouldn't have cowered
for fear of having my eyes scratched out!
I wouldn't have cut my comfort off
I wouldn't have feigned needlessness
I would not have discredited
every one of their compliments
it was your approval I wanted
your congratulations
Alanis Morissette
Sympathetic Character
I was afraid you'd hit me if i'd spoken up I was
afraid of your physical strength I was afraid
you'd hit below the belt I was afraid of your
sucker punch I was afraid of you reducing me
I was afraid of your alocohol breath I was afraid
of your complete disregard for me I was afraid
of your temper I was afraid of handles being
flown off of I was afraid of holes being punched
into walls I was afraid of your testosterone
I have as much rage as you have
I have as much pain as you do
I've lived as much hell as you have
and i've kept mine bubbling under for you
you were my best friend
you were my lover
you were my mentor
you were my brother
you were my partner
you were my teacher
you were my very own sympathetic character
I was afraid of verbal daggers I was afraid of the
calm before the storm I was afraid for my own
bones I was afraid of your seduction I was afraid
of your coersion I was afraid of your rejection
I was afraid of your intimidation I was afraid of
your punishment I was afraid of your icy silences
I was afraid of your volume I was afraid of your
manipulation I was afraid of your explosions
I have as much rage as you have
I have as much pain as you do
I've lived as much hell as you have
and i've kept mine bubbling under for you
[chorus]
you were my keeper
you were my anchor
you were my family
you were my saviour
and therein lay the issue
and therein lay the problem
Ben Folds Five; philoSOPHie... |
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| Pappy Mix. "Come to Daddy..... (aphex.twin-*&^% |
[Oct. 3rd, 2002|05:47 pm] |
if i was beautiful like you...
all the things i would do.
all those not blessed would cry and
i wold never b at fault
i'd walk in the rain bet ween
the raindrops bring traff to a halt but there could never be no there will never never be cause i'm not beautiful like you i'm beautiful like me
if i was beautifull like you i'd be quick to assume
they d do anything to pls me
why no? isee the reaction when you walk
into a run
but that will never be.
cause i'm not beautiful
like you-
mbeautyfull like me.
i'd have so many friends. all fighting for my time to be next in line. so if i hurt one, i wouldn't have to make amends. |
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| Tijuana Lady, Gomez. |
[Oct. 3rd, 2002|05:45 pm] |
This will all make perfect sense someday / I'll be a-okay / All my bills have all gone paid / ..... / I broke the bank / Well this could've been a slow song / A laundry list of all my wrongs / But at the end of the day this is my beautiful disasterpiece I've made / And it goes and I quote and I'll never get along cos / This will all make perfect sense someday / I'll be a-okay / This will all make perfect sense someday / There's got to be a reason for the rain / I don't understand the numbers / But my faith is in the math / That the odds are that this pain will leave and outta here / We'll look back and laugh / And to all the hearts I've broken / And the ones of the ones who broke mine / I've got suspicions all will be forgiven in time / All you gotta do is call them up and say that / That this will all make perfect sense someday / I'll be a-okay / This will all make perfect sense someday / There's got to be a reason for the rain / And if it ever gets bad / I mean really bad / I'll move to Nova Scotia / Forget the life I have / I'll be up at nine each morning down by the shore / Collecting things that fell off boats and shores / Well okay so I might never / But it's nice to know the option's there option's there / This will all make perfect sense someday / I'll be a-okay / This will all make perfect sense someday / There's got to be a reason for the rain / A reason for the rain / A reason for the rain / A reason for the rain / Oooh..../ It doesn't help I keep biting my lip in the same place / Oooh....
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