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LIFE - by Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834)
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As late I journeyed o'er the extensive plain
Where native Otter sports his scanty stream,
Musing in torpid woe a sister's pain, The
Glorious prospect woke me from the dream.
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At every step it widened to my sight - Wood,
Meadow, Verdant Hill, and Dreary Steep,
Following in quick succession of delight -
Till all - at one - did my eyes ravish sweep!
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May this (I cried) my course through life
portray!
New scenes of wisdom may each days advance!
Till what time Death shall pour the undarkened
ray,
My eye shall dart thro' infinite expanse, And
tho' suspended lie in rapture's blissful trance.
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Kerry Lauerman
Joan Walsh
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Comments
Yow!
"My eye shall dart thro' infinite expanse, And
tho' suspended lie in rapture's blissful trance."
When is all this, pre or post-death?
(i can never keep those 2 apart, ay!)
Coleridge was a very UN_SOBER man.
"Musing in torpid woe a sister's pain, The
Glorious prospect woke me from the dream."
yeah well..thank Gawd for sister's is all's i can say.
i =speechless.
haw.
um, magic is a nice thing on birthdays, which today
is whoo's -it -whatsis's, yes?
or.. well it is complicated.
death life.
i sure as hell would like someone, somewhere,
to tell me definitively,
which shall succor me
best?
ay, sleep is a temporary death.
avatars irritate me sometimes.
they aint so clean. they got dirty hands, too..........
aint so unreal to imagine.
ay
`
be well, till we all
each shaking tail, bound
through the dead squirrel tree
hole..... for good.
rated with love
Thank you for posting the poetry and these stunning photos too.
Bountiful, indeed.
the scary cow eyes, the little hand, the spring field and the ass.
Spring
Spring
Spring
i wish i was ee. and I could talk about the wee balloon man
Fat Tire toast.
Spring, and we are all young again.
tho' suspended lie in rapture's blissful trance"
How I feel after seeing/reading/feeling/ this blog of yours
Happy Spring Artful James!
a favorite,
A COMMENT,
honest.
Darn it!
Key's stuck
`
ETC:,
Yikes!
`
I may
Hop!
Haul!
Ay .. .
O P.U!
`
I 've had a marvelous day.
Nova Scotia folk say`Lovely.
Fish, Women, Seagull, Loon,
EVERYTHING is said`Lovely.
`
P.S.
At 9:00PM at the DCs Washington Cathedral there is a live concert? The musicians perform/conduct the `Handel's `Messiah. It's a short-cut way/
as in quick Way`
To get versed?
It's Old Timer`
`
Scripture Lesson?
It's O.T. Teaching.
I hear it's Tonight.
`
I'm not a Kooky
Funda-Loco-Foe
`
as in believing:
Creed, Dogma,
or Who Know?
`
I rushed here!
@ 9:00 PM I
is gonna get!
`
I sit in my P.U.
I no sneeze there.
Folks BO, breath,
and dry-cleaned
white-collar-shirts
(no be tempted too?)
*no type shit-stinks*
public places cause:
sneezes, cough, and
pleasant burp grunt.
`
I am serious. Ay Later.
Today was Wonderful.
I go get into my P.U..
It's One Favorite Place.
`
If I no doze off . . . Hops?
Oh,
'Fat Tire' beer? I say this:
`
Clear Spring Creamery's `
`
Goo.
Green grass be so white.
Moo Cows chew grasses.
Good Cows squirt cream.
Miracle.
P.S.
Later . . .
It's '11' after `9:00 PM
`
P.S.
Comments knock off
'de barroom stool.?!
`
Maybe tomorrow?
I'll buy editor a gift?
He needs a female?
`
I mean a doberman.
A pincher dog pet.
Pedinska? Why?
`
Why & Who do?
Who deleted?
Pedinska . . .?
Who deleted?
She was @
Salon.com/
Who deleted?
`
Kerry did that?
editor need to:
a`Gargle. Huh?
`
editor counts on toes?
how often editor stink?
editor sniff stinky butt?
`
I best get some sleep.
I comment some later.
IRS may investigate.
`
Love 'em
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riches indeed
bard standing in dark earth
plowing behind mules
feeling warmth of fresh milk squirts
rhythm of season renewal
knowledge is worth more than
shiny yellow metal
may the harvest be fat
mushrooms brain food
Coleridge's words are magic
Moon is bright out
bird call just now 3:47 am??
strange days indeed...
When I find it, I'm giving it to you. ~r
all the way`Mission . . . I get `blow away.
`
It's a busy day coming up. I wish I could stay.
We could write each other gross-out humor.
We could act a editor. he love tabloid rumor.
`
Please Know . . .
Maybe some day we meet?
We cooks ramen noodles.
We could play footsie.
Maybe poke bellies.
Poke tummy hole.
We all got one.
We belly dance.
We search body.
Show tattoos.
`
I may come back?
If I am not back?
I hop in P.U.`gin.
`
sober?
I's never?
I mean?
If you
me am
sober
or not
sober
funny
ay we
behave
all the way`Mission . . . I get `blow away.
`
It's a busy day coming up. I wish I could stay.
We could write each other gross-out humor.
We could act a editor. he love tabloid rumor.
`
Please Know . . .
Maybe some day we meet?
We cooks ramen noodles.
We could play footsie.
Maybe poke bellies.
Poke tummy hole.
We all got one.
We belly dance.
We search body.
Show tattoos.
`
I may come back?
If I am not back?
I hop in P.U.`gin.
`
sober?
I's never?
I mean?
If you
me am
sober
or not
sober
funny
ay we
behave
`
&
&
see?
stuck.
dang
editor!
&&&&!
editor!
he damn
noodle bug!
four tries!
he very ill!
&&&&&&
`
a editor is?
a porn star?
he lie all day?
all the way`Mission . . . I get `blow away.
`
It's a busy day coming up. I wish I could stay.
We could write each other gross-out humor.
We could act a editor. he love tabloid rumor.
`
Please Know . . .
Maybe some day we meet?
We cooks ramen noodles.
We could play footsie.
Maybe poke bellies.
Poke tummy hole.
We all got one.
We belly dance.
We search body.
Show tattoos.
`
I may come back?
If I am not back?
I hop in P.U.`gin.
`
sober?
I's never?
I mean?
If you
me am
sober
or not
sober
funny
ay we
behave
`
&
&
see?
stuck.
dang
editor!
&&&&!
editor!
he damn
noodle bug!
four tries!
he very ill!
&&&&&&
`
a editor is?
a porn star?
he lie all day?
`
maybe he meet
a nice moo cow
with a big tongue
`
a editor need to meet
a nice Catholic nun
and be gracious
`
a editor need to see
a Freud joyful widow
a one who cook bugs
`
he sleep in bed
with stink bug
and smell bah
`
P.S.
I shut gadget off.
PopUp WARNS:
server is:
`
Office (on line)
Who Snoops?
I'll ask Bill
&
Melinda
&
Pa Pa Gates
?
`
okay.
Turn on`gin.
Try try a `gin.
What a mess.
a editor mess.
MESS mess.
Mess MESS.
So be mess.
Be big mess.
You chooses.
a sign read:
`
free kiss lessons.
go eat kale. no kills.
just smooch more.
`
How did I miss Joan H.?
I shy as miserable editor?
I take no-self-loathe class?
`
Oh, Later?
Life's Brief.
Wear Bras.
`
act moral
pick morels
mushy room
we eat greens
we no tell what?
what happens?
behind doors?
we shut up.
we kiss no.
if we did?
kiss quiet.
silent smack.
a no noise kiss.
mea cootie bah.
Nature forgives.
We best hope so.
You remind me of a math physicist.
Blaise Pascal.
`
Oops
Pop Up
It reads:
`
The Internet
unexpectedly
hung you up
who hung up
?`
``
focus . . .
Blaise Pascal researched/
thought about 'a central\
point . . .
`
a mysterious center point.
It's between Nothing - All.
It's a comic moment. Oho.
`
It captures the complexities.
Life is tragic/comic. folk flop.
No You. Kerry Lauerman? Oy!
I haven't told the whole truths.
He has a dark whispering muse.
There's a iota of worth left there.
Maybe he etc., will be transformed.
The human Spirit has resilient stamina.
It's best to peep within. Stand on two feet.
I get weary of addressing/bantering ref:,
That 'editor"
@ Salon etc.,
`
Read M.D. Ronald Pies. He writes wise books:
`
Ziprin's Ghost
Becoming a Mensch
Creeping Thyme
Everything Has Two Handles
The Stoics Guide to the Art of Living
`
a editor here makes us gurgle, giggle,
mourn, cuss, barf, and read between
his lines
and lies
he a trip
`
he trip
in big
skunk
rot log
big hole
`
turn gadget
back on and
then off and
heehaw offs
`
Wonderful post!
r./
I sincerely thank you for daring to comment.
Maybe we all can barge into Michelle's kitchen.
The White House pastry chef has dainty morsels.
`
I remembered a (jmac 1949) a similar arrangement.
Marriages that go awry. Mules lose proper cadence.
Sometimes pairs of People and Mules live in enmity.
`
Mystery
`
husband and wife
screaming over the meaning
of a comic strip
`
I gave - via my son - the "mule"
as in Michael - delivered books.
I gave Michelle O. three books.
`
Robert H. Deluty's books are -
great for dinner guest treats.
None are at all pornographic.
`
Visitors can browse in gardens.
Federal police officers read too.
Maybe Federal Magistrate read.
If I get to DC - I'll give the books.
`
I am way behind scrubbing up.
I have to show the cook to cook.
Sam Kass can pour water good.
Huh?
He never spills wine on eaters.
He has never dropped any hair.
Michelle no like hair in soups.
`
No pickpocket staff at White House.
No steal tablecloth, spoons, salt. and
pepper.
I sincerely thank you for daring to comment.
Maybe we all can barge into Michelle's kitchen.
The White House pastry chef has dainty morsels.
`
I remembered a (jmac 1949) a similar arrangement.
Marriages that go awry. Mules lose proper cadence.
Sometimes pairs of People and Mules live in enmity.
`
Mystery
`
husband and wife
screaming over the meaning
of a comic strip
`
I gave - via my son - the "mule"
as in Michael - delivered books.
I gave Michelle O. three books.
`
Robert H. Deluty's books are -
great for dinner guest treats.
None are at all pornographic.
`
Visitors can browse in gardens.
Federal police officers read too.
Maybe Federal Magistrate read.
If I get to DC - I'll give the books.
`
I am way behind scrubbing up.
I have to show the cook to cook.
Sam Kass can pour water good.
Huh?
He never spills wine on eaters.
He has never dropped any hair.
Michelle no like hair in soups.
`
No pickpocket staff at White House.
No steal tablecloth, spoons, salt. and
pepper.
&&&
slow
poke
no
go
`
?
`
no
trust
editor
thought about 'a central\
point . . .
`
a mysterious center point.
It's between Nothing - All.
It's a comic moment. Oho.”
I now see that Blaise & I are on the same wavelength, thus
I ought to read him, not just take “The Pensees” out from the library
and put it on the shelf..
o boy. What a bee’s nest of aphorisms I am in…
here is one:
“Section X Typology (642-692)
As nature is an image of grace, He has done in the bounties of nature what He would do in those of grace, in order that we might judge that He could make the invisible, since He made the visible excellently. 642
Another:
Two errors: 1. To take everything literally. 2. To take everything spiritually. 647
The invisible. He is saying: the visible is so nice, the invisible ought to be. Hm.
Ha: two errors indeed. Between them lies infinite mythmaking and symbolizing & searching, usually in story form…….
`
Maybe Kerry will speak.
We can give a loud ovation.
I worry a editor lost a tongue.
`
He is invited to my small town.
I organize a hopscotch meet-up.
I know some obese Mennonites.
They blame sugar and ham-hocks.
I secretly deliver 'Fat Tire' Brews.
We do some summer-cartwheels.
He's have a great time if he visits.
I ask Nikki Stern to pick him up.
Nikki S. is lean but She's strong.
Sarah Cavanaugh & Nikki lift up.
Maybe we'll organize a field day.
Cow-Moo-Paddy-toss is lots fun.
`
I'm not gonna 'cut & paste' a photo.
Ma & Pa would resent me showing.
Maybe Kerry show belly-button off.
I think he may have a pierced butt hole?
I don't want to embarrass anyone here.
Thanks . . .
Unpleasant? To political discord.
Discord may be marital, political, theological.
I am surprised to hear of obese Mennonites.
“At a small meeting in Zurich on January 21, 1525, Conrad Grebel, Felix Manz, and George Blaurock, along with twelve others, baptized each other.[10] This meeting marks the beginning of the Anabaptist movement”
All about “adult baptism”, it seems…
From the Mennonites, came the Amish, aha.
“Maybe Kerry will speak.
We can give a loud ovation.
I worry a editor lost a tongue.
`
He is invited to my small town.
I organize a hopscotch meet-up.
I know some obese Mennonites.
They blame sugar and ham-hocks.
I secretly deliver 'Fat Tire' Brews.”
Secret delivery of decency & mercy w/o wish for reward.
Soldier of mercy, you, it seems.
Alan watts, remember him? He too had a beard, and was kindly…
There is obviously a place in life for a religious attitude
for awe and astonishment at existence.
That is also a basis for respect for exi
stence.
We don’t have much of it in this culture, even though we call it materialistic.
In this culture we call materialistic, today we are of course bent on the total destruction of material and its conversion into junk and poisonous gases.
This is of course not a materialistic culture because it has no respect for material. And respect is in turn based on wonder.
Images of God
I wonder.sometimes.
Revisiting the work of Sam is never wasted time. I think the last line is:
"And thought suspended lie in Raptures blissful
trance."
But I'm not complaining. Not complaining at all.
And don't the boobs love...
...goody-goody transcendentalist hash like this "poem" by Coleridge!
"Till all - at one - did my eyes ravish sweep!"
Did he mean to write "radish?"
This mess sounds more like Tennyson, that goddamned stooge for the secret police who sold out Coleridge and all their friends.
"Wordsworth betrayed the ideals of his youth in the most cynical manner, hiding behind the crimes of Bonaparte. The bitter old reactionary tried to hide from his own conscience by burying himself in the hills of the Lake District, where he posed as a poetic mystic, lost amidst the beauties of Nature, where he could in complete safety meditate on the follies of mankind."
And nobody loves a daffodil like those bitter old reactionaries!
"My daffodil makes me think deep thoughts!"
You can see why the boobs would love it!
But if Coleridge had stuck with this crap, he would be as obscure as Southey's wife!
Who?
Robert Southey's wife! How many times do I have to tell you?
You admirers of turn-of-the-18th-19th Century British nature-poets must have heard of Carolyn Bowles, author of "The Primrose!"
"I saw it in my evening walk
A little lonely flower -
Under a hollow bank it grew
Deep in a mossy bower."
"Long time I look'd, and linger'd there,
Absorbed in still delight,
My spirits drank deep quietness
In with that quiet sight."
What sparkling enjambment!
"My spirits drank deep quietness...
In with that quiet sight."
Hurrah! It's like jumping off a curb and landing in a puddle!
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Walking down the street
We get the funniest looks from
Everyone we meet
Hey, hey, we're the Monkee's
People say we monkey around
But we're too busy signing
To put anybody down
We're just tryin' to be friendly
Come and watch us sing and play
We're the young generation
And we've got something to say
Peter, Davey, Michael, and Micky (circa 1960)
(Or, Boyce and Heart)
several dozens of comments on his blog.
my fear? that he will become ego-inflated &
lose his edge.
This happens alot to old codgers suddenly thrown into the spotlight.
It happened to wordworth. his words were worth not much
as he got older,
but
coleridge continued to thrive.
opium was his muse.
Still, he published B.Literati whilst "addled by addiction".
What was said of Coleridge might apply to art james?
"the practical intellects of the world did not much heed him,
or carelessly reckoned him a metaphysical dreamer:
but to the rising spirits of the young generation
he had this dusky sublime character;
and sat there as a kind of Magus,
girt in mystery and enigma;
whispering strange things, uncertain whether oracles or jargon."
(Carlyle!)
W will surely Stub our toe, nose, or pee pants.
I am off the blogs for a bit. I have enjoyed them.
Great folks are here. Diversity. I get hacked`gin.
Enough!
`
Thank You . .
I price coffins.
They cheap . . .
But in Canada.
`
James M.E.
bloggers brag
they outlive Doc
their cardiologist
`
`
a haiku instructor
bets on the lame six horse
in the very last race
`
My computer is broken.
No ask editor to fix it.
editor check dipstick.
help him lift a hood.
editor read books.
browse cook books.
stack high in outhouse.