Ding dong. caw caw caw, nevermore, poe begone. Toe ring ding a ling. Black the polish on Shani's own, the house of twelve he calls his home. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HaWCf1PHxAE
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long <sharelong60@...> wrote: > > She paints her toes, she picks her nose, she keeps us laughing long > She never knows, she always knows, she's neither right nor wrong > dear Obba glows and Obba crows and rings our bell ding dong > > > > > ________________________________ > From: obbajeeba <no_re...@yahoogroups.com> > To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com > Sent: Saturday, June 22, 2013 7:33 AM > Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Le Creme de la Creme > > > >  > Pedicure! I call! a calloused microcosms kosher, salacious flaunt of > eagerness, toe in hand yellow blight, O' woe's me! Shed this vile, humbled > eyes take celestial sphere. Tally Ho! Off I go! > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long <sharelong60@> wrote: > > > > a thousand forms tough or tender have housed our souls > > silly in their aching for the One they've never left. Sweet or > > not, let all that rumpled flesh glow and rot and ride that aching home > > > > > > > > > > > > ________________________________ > > From: merudanda <no_re...@yahoogroups.com> > > To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com > > Sent: Friday, June 21, 2013 5:12 PM > > Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Le Creme de la Creme > > > > > > > > à> > oh my oh my > > being now cursed to the darkness in fear of the light having crosses oceans > > of time ,Share(ing) the hunt in the darkness she feeds in the night having > > feast upon myàflesh .Cannot fly with broken wings as darkness > > encompasses all things. Oh where is the a single crepuscular ray sneaking > > through a small rent in the filthàof crawling clouds overarching schism > > through the gloom--- one with rainbows onàmorning dusted with a fine > > sprinkle of rain-lifting happy spirits soar listen to my wishes heaven's > > mysteries partingàiris's raiment > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long wrote: > > > > > > perfect for our kind of life, bounteous > > > earth, kindred to what our senses feast upon, will at > > > the end and most kindly, feast upon our rumpled flesh > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ________________________________ > > > From: merudanda no_re...@yahoogroups.com > > > To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com > > > Sent: Friday, June 21, 2013 3:50 PM > > > Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Le Creme de la Creme > > > > > > > > > > > > Ãâà> > > https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IOXMjCnKwb4Ãâà> > > subtitled "Science, Delusion and the Appetite for Wonder" > > > He startsÃâàwith John Keats' well-known, light-hearted accusation > > > that Isaac Newton (it was Theodoric of Freiberg who discovered rainbows > > > were prismatic) destroyed the poetry of the rainbow by reducing it to the > > > prismatic colors. And thenÃâàshows the reader that > > > science,Ãâànot be feared as a sort of cosmological wet blanket > > > ,does not destroy, but rather discovers poetry in the patterns of nature > > > > > > > > > "[I]sn't it sad to go to your grave without ever wondering why you were > > > born? Who, with such a thought, would not spring from bed, eager to > > > resume discovering the world and rejoicing to be part of it?" > > > > > > Beautiful his opening lines a kind of rise above anaesthetic of > > > familiarity: > > > "We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are > > > never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential > > > people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never > > > see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Arabia. Certainly those > > > unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than > > > Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our > > > DNA so massively exceeds the set of actual people. In the teeth of these > > > stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here.We > > > privileged few, who won the lottery of birth against all odds, how dare > > > we whine at our inevitable return to that prior state from which the vast > > > majority have never stirred? > > > After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened > > > our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with colour, bountiful with > > > life. Within decades we must close our eyes > > > again. Isn't it a noble, an enlightened way of spending our brief time > > > in the sun, to work at understanding the universe and how we have come to > > > wake up in it? This is how I answer when I am asked -- as I am > > > surprisingly often -- why I bother to get up in the mornings. To put it > > > the other way round, isn't it sad to go to your grave without ever > > > wondering why you were born? Who, with such a thought, would not spring > > > from bed, eager to resume discovering the world and rejoicing to be a > > > part of it?" > > > > > > "There is an anaesthetic of familiarity, a sedative of ordinariness which > > > dulls the senses and hides the wonder of existence. For those of us not > > > gifted in poetry, it is at least worth while from time to time making an > > > effort to shake off the anaesthetic. What is the best way of countering > > > the sluggish habituation brought about by our gradual crawl from > > > babyhood? We can't actually fly to another planet. But we can recapture > > > that sense of having just > > > tumbled out to life on a new world by looking at our own world in > > > unfamiliar ways." > > > > > > > > > "The feeling of awed wonder that science can give us is one of the > > > highest experiences of which the human psyche is capable. It is a deep > > > aesthetic passion to rank with the finest that music and poetry can > > > deliver. It is truly one of the things that make life worth living and it > > > does so, if anything, more effectively if it convinces us that the time > > > we have for living is quite finite." > > > "The adult world may seem a cold and empty place, with no fairies and no > > > Father Christmas, no Toyland or Narnia, no Happy Hunting Ground where > > > mourned pets go, and no angels - guardian or garden variety. But there > > > are also no devils, no hellfire, no wicked witches, no ghosts, no haunted > > > houses, no daemonic possession, no bogeymen or ogres. Yes, Teddy and > > > Dolly turn out not to be really alive. But there are warm, live, > > > speaking, thinking, adult bedfellows to hold, and many > > > of us find it a more rewarding kind of love than the childish affection > > > for stuffed toys, however soft and cuddly they may be." > > > > > > > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@ wrote: > > > > > > > > > > salyavin, I like weird ideas too. Even better, something you said > > > > > once, about the truth being even more wondrous than fiction or scifi > > > > > or something like that. What's a good example? Well even just bird > > > > > migration is pretty amazing. Or how they fly in formation. So right, > > > > > no need to know about faeries to find the garden beautiful. But > > > > > knowing how different flowers bloom at just the right time to get > > > > > just the right amount of sun and moisture they need--now that is > > > > > something that can make the garden look even more beautiful, IMHO (-: > > > > > > > > > > > > Indeed. Animal migration is amazing. and the Monarch buttefly that > > > > flies from Mexico to somewhere in north America, but it takes so > > > > long they stop and > > > breed, then die and their offspring continue > > > > the journey. Or the animals in Africa that have been doing the > > > > same route for so long the follow a path that isn't straight > > > > because the continenents have shifted, or is it that there have > > > > been earthquakes or an ice age? Can't remember offhand.... > > > > > > > > If you dig the world of nature I recommend a Richard Dawkins book > > > > like The Ancestors Tale or The Greatest Show On Earth, or *any* of > > > > his non-religious natural history books, he really is one of the > > > > best communicators of this stuff ever and his books are always full > > > > of astounding factoids about nature. > > > > > > > > Actually his book Unweaving The Rainbow should be read by a lot of > > > > people here because he reveals what's really amazing about crystals > > > > etc, and how much superior reality is compared to the tedious new > > > > age myths that develop round things. > > > > > > > > Would find a link to a review or two but my computer is overheating > > > > and needs to be repaired before my fingernails melt! > > > > > > > > > >
