tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145653764764266444.post7535752636397233671..comments2023-10-17T08:19:58.196-04:00Comments on FreeThinke: FreeThinkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16682678301019952436noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145653764764266444.post-39897739186952664622017-12-05T00:59:35.564-05:002017-12-05T00:59:35.564-05:00I believe yiu are right. His "experience un p...I believe yiu are right. His "experience un prison" destroyed hum. <br /><br /><i>"During his last year in prison, he wrote De Profundis (published posthumously in 1905), a long letter which discusses his spiritual journey through his trials, <b>forming a dark counterpoint to his earlier philosophy of pleasure.</b> <br /><br />Upon his release, he left immediately for France, never to return to Ireland or Britain. There he wrote his last work, The Ballad of Reading Gaol (1898), a long poem commemorating the harsh rhythms of prison life. He died destitute in Paris at the age of 46.</i> - WIKI<br />FreeThinkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16682678301019952436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145653764764266444.post-31540887647277070752017-12-04T14:10:43.763-05:002017-12-04T14:10:43.763-05:00Both were thankful for everything life sent their ...Both were thankful for everything life sent their way. They both suffered in silence. I hope I am capable of their grace and understanding in my final days.Les Carpenterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01120280762698472496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145653764764266444.post-41875407919922930252017-12-04T14:06:50.298-05:002017-12-04T14:06:50.298-05:00Oscar Wilde wrote a manuscript, "De Profundis...Oscar Wilde wrote a manuscript, "De Profundis," that included his description of the pain he suffered as a result of his relationship with Lord Douglas. Perhaps Wilde wrote the above quote before his harrowing experiences in prison.Sebastian Melmothnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145653764764266444.post-6184176923902653972017-12-04T13:39:58.798-05:002017-12-04T13:39:58.798-05:00"There is something terribly morbid in the mo...<b><i>"There is something terribly morbid in the modern sympathy with pain. One should sympathise with the colour, the beauty, the joy of life. The less said about life's sores the better."</i></b><br /><br />~ Oscar Wilde - (1854-1900) FreeThinkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16682678301019952436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145653764764266444.post-32721726165794715302017-12-04T09:35:41.623-05:002017-12-04T09:35:41.623-05:00I'm sorry if their lives ended in acute pain, ...I'm sorry if their lives ended in acute pain, Les.<br /><br />I'm afraid "we all come to a bad end" sooner or later.<br /><br />Only when was young did I ever consider death a preferable alternative to contiued existence. I'm most grateful to have learned how terribly wrong I was.FreeThinkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16682678301019952436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145653764764266444.post-11311736540253655242017-12-04T09:31:28.255-05:002017-12-04T09:31:28.255-05:00We Can Never Go Back to Manderley Now
Should I ca...<b>We Can Never Go Back to Manderley Now<br /><br /><i>Should I care if I get cancer<br />In this wretched, troubled, world<br />Where all seems swiftly headed towards the rocks?<br /><br />Since we live with devolution,<br /> Marred and poisoned with pollution<br />Cancer gives us absolution,<br /> Since our kids don’t care enough to wear their socks.<br /> <br />As towards The End we're whirling<br />With flaming batons twirling,<br />And last night's dinner hurling towards the rug<br /><br />And no one seems to notice<br />As they take positions lotus<br />To escape the awful bother,<br />Despite demur from failing father,<br />To remove the dreadful stench, at which they shrug<br /><br />And each, emaciated limb<br />Grayish, pale, translucent, slim<br /> Flailing in St. Vitus' Dance<br />Keeps death watchers in a trance<br />As with dead, unseeing eyes they watch and long<br />With fading final song for their ultimate demise<br />.<br />I’d be grateful to have cancer<br />It has given me an Answer<br />In this wretched, troubled, world<br />Where my life now lies unfurled<br />Wherever I have travelled<br />All behind me lies unravelled,<br />And backward glances give me naught but shocks.<br />As I see we’ve always headed towards the rocks.</i></b><br /><br />~ FreeThinke<br />FreeThinkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16682678301019952436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145653764764266444.post-19375459246879657152017-12-04T07:35:04.334-05:002017-12-04T07:35:04.334-05:00This poem brought back memories of the final days ...This poem brought back memories of the final days of my mother, gone near 10 years and my father gone 1 year.Les Carpenterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01120280762698472496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145653764764266444.post-26004966343345939392017-12-04T05:55:04.758-05:002017-12-04T05:55:04.758-05:00The Heart asks Pleasure first ––
And then Excuse f...<b><i>The Heart asks Pleasure first ––<br />And then Excuse from Pain ––<br />And then those ittle anodynes<br />That deaden suffering.<br /><br />And then to go sleep ––<br />And then –– if it should be ––<br />Th Will of its Inquisitor ––<br />The Liberty to die.</i></b><br /><br />~ Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) FreeThinkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16682678301019952436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145653764764266444.post-22836132160340229302017-12-04T05:51:35.725-05:002017-12-04T05:51:35.725-05:00I reason, earth is short ––
And anguish absolute ...<b><i>I reason, earth is short –– <br />And anguish absolute –– <br />And many hurt –– <br />But what of that? <br /> <br />I reason, we could die: <br />The best vitality <br />Cannot excel decay –– <br />But what of that? <br /> <br />I reason that in heaven <br />Somehow, it will be even –– <br />Some new equation given ––<br />But what of that?</i></b><br /><br />Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) <br />FreeThinkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16682678301019952436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145653764764266444.post-49279871653134905432017-12-03T17:11:07.774-05:002017-12-03T17:11:07.774-05:00Someone should have told Wyndham Lewis that "...Someone should have told Wyndham Lewis that <i>"Brevity is the soul of wit."</i> <br /><br />Wndham, was indeed aptly named –– a decidedly WINDY sot of fellow.<br /><br />];^}><br /><br />That is why I love Emily Dickinson so much. She often says more in six or eight succinct little lines than many of the great philosophers try to express in tomes of a thousand or more pages of turgid, tortured prose.<br /><br />Oddly enough, the poem of hers I chose to publish today happens to be one of the longest she ever penned –– by far.FreeThinkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16682678301019952436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145653764764266444.post-85766471443129895662017-12-03T14:39:36.248-05:002017-12-03T14:39:36.248-05:00:P<a href="http://joeyconservativescorner.blogspot.com/2011/01/code-of-herdsman.html" rel="nofollow">:P</a>-FJ the Dangerous and Extreme MAGA Jewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16745768408538827278noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145653764764266444.post-21188395487250421032017-12-03T14:31:07.297-05:002017-12-03T14:31:07.297-05:00I’m Nobody –– who are you?
Are you Nobody too?
Don...<i>I’m Nobody –– who are you?<br />Are you Nobody too?<br />Don’t tell!<br />They’d banish us, you know.<br /><br />How dreary to be Somebody!<br />How public –– like a frog –-<br />To tell your name the livelong day ––<br />To an admiring bog!</i><br /><br />~ Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)<br /><br /><b>And NOW a PARODY CUSTOM-MADE for TODAY:<br /><br /><i>I’m Dejected –– how are you?<br />Are you Dejected too?<br />Don’t tell!<br />They’d never empathize, you know.<br /><br />How boring to be Normal!<br />How like the Common Herd!<br />To think and feel as others do ––<br />Predictable –– mean –– absurd!</i></b><br /><br />~ FTFreeThinkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16682678301019952436noreply@blogger.com