Do you realise, my blog hasn’t had a visit from anybody in the
Oh woe is me
That I shall be
An unglazed pot
In which to pee.
Exeunt, pursued by foreigners.
Saturday, 17 July 2010
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About Me
- JJ
- Ashbourne, Derbyshire, United Kingdom
- I've never had money because I've never been driven by money. I received little formal education beyond the age of sixteen, which isn't such a bad thing since you get a different angle on life that way. Learning what you want and need to learn often reveals things that the system's road keeps hidden.
To Be Retained...
...until death do re-unite or the Priestess return to Avalon.
Khalil Gibran on Children.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
OMAR KAYYAM ON REGRET.
The moving finger writes and, having writ, moves on. Nor all your piety nor wit shall lure it back to cancel half a line, nor all your tears wash out a word of it.
Herman Hess on Nobility
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man. True nobility lies in being superior to your former self .
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An Inhabitant of the Hungry Ghost Realm
This character appears in one of my short stories, and also in the novel. He's sadder than he looks, poor thing.
8 comments:
Don't fawning foreigners suffice? You wound!
lol at the poem!
No wound intended, Lady India. I can assure you, I find everybody's visits equally gratifying wherever they live. I was just observing what I thought was in interesting fact, and treating it in a playful, lighthearted way. The final line seemed an amusing misquotation of Shakespeare.
I ask you not to take offence. Your visits are much valued. I've never known you to 'fawn' either, but I imagine you were being ironic. Please accept my thanks.
Gosh, Lucy. Look at the timing. We crossed in the ether! Hello. Nice to see you.
I have been absent from blogger for a few weeks (read my latest, apologetic post) but have just read through a whole group of your posts. I love the way you write - it reminds me very much of a very lovely boy I know. You sound like him and it makes me laugh.
Keep observing amusing things, please :)
Thank you, Charlotte. It's very nice of you to say so. I had noticed your absence from blog world, actually. Hope the work experience went well and the forthcoming attractions live up to promise.
Not sure about the Manhattan skyline, though... I'm more of a mountain man.
LOL!
Do you mind if I quote your poem? I think it could be of use in daily conversation.
I would be honoured, Maria. It only took ten seconds to write.
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