My Past and Thoughts
Who is entitled to write his reminiscences?
- Everyone
- Because no one is obligated to read them.
In order to write one's reminiscences it is not necessary to be a great man, nor a nortorious criminal, nor a celebrated artist, nor a statesman - it is quite enough to be simply a human being, to have something to tell, and not merely the desire to tell it but at least have some little ability to do so.
Every life is interesting; if not the personality, then the environment, the country are interesting, the life itself is interesting. Man likes to enter into another existence, he likes to touch the subtlest fibres of another's heart, and to listen to its beating - he compares, he checks it by his own, he seeks for himself confirmation, justification. - Alexander Herzen
- Everyone
- Because no one is obligated to read them.
In order to write one's reminiscences it is not necessary to be a great man, nor a nortorious criminal, nor a celebrated artist, nor a statesman - it is quite enough to be simply a human being, to have something to tell, and not merely the desire to tell it but at least have some little ability to do so.
Every life is interesting; if not the personality, then the environment, the country are interesting, the life itself is interesting. Man likes to enter into another existence, he likes to touch the subtlest fibres of another's heart, and to listen to its beating - he compares, he checks it by his own, he seeks for himself confirmation, justification. - Alexander Herzen
posted by Sexy Lebanese | 12:25 PM
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You are a very smart lady and i enjoy reading your blog. I hope we got along in the rooms when i was in chat. What is your favorite poet of all time?
Poets are like fine wines. Each have their place. Emily Dickinson, Dylan Thomas, Poe, Pablo Neruda, Shakespeare, Frost, W.H. Auden. So many favorite poets.
Lord Byron, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Sir Walter Scott ,Walt Whitman.. my fav is lord byron and shakespeare .
I SAW THEE WEEP
Lord Byron
I
I saw thee weep --- the big bright tear
Came o'er that eye of blue;
And then, methought, it did appear
A violet dropping dew:
I saw thee smile --- the sapphire's blaze
Beside thee ceased to shine;
It could not match the living rays
That filled that glance of thine.
II
As clouds from yonder sun receive
A deep and mellow dye,
Which scarce the shade of coming eve
Can banish from the sky,
Those smiles unto the moodiest mind
Their own pure joy impart;
Their sunshine leaves a glow behind
That lightens o'er the heart.
Shakespeare
From Julius Caesar
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interrèd with their bones.
So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus
Hath told you Caesar was ambitious.
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Caesar answered it [1].
Here under leave of Brutus and the rest
(For Brutus is an honorable man;
So are they all, all honorable men),
Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
He was my friend, faithful and just to me;
But Brutus says he was ambitious,
And Brutus is an honorable man.
He hath brought many captives home to Rome,
Whose ransoms did the general coffers [2] fill.
Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?
When the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept;
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honorable man.
You all did see that on the Lupercal [3]
I thrice presented him a crown,
Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition?
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And sure he is an honorable man.
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did love him once, not without cause.
What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?
O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason! Bear with me.
My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
And I must pause till it come back to me.
Nuke you really are one dumb fuck. Lebanese is doing what
anything patrick says has to be right. convicts are never wrong. never do wrong. are societys most honest and trustworthy. wheres the evidence patrick?
Patty is an IDIOT... He also thinks I'm spamming his blog... because someone is using a Verizon IP Address making it look like it's coming from Brooklyn ( ALICIA with proxies / COCKLAP coming into Brooklyn )...
BTW Cockslap... You like stalking people in other states ( like you did to Deception )... Why don't you pass by my way when I'm home... I gaurantee you, if I see you, your car doesn't make it off the block in the same condition it entered !!!
P.S... Sweetnpetie lives 10 minutes from Brooklyn... Wouldn't put it past her... Especially since power has been out in Queens. We already found out what a liar she is... She's not past joining the ranks of SHITSTIRRER too...
I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – too?
Then there's a pair of us?
Don't tell! they'd advertise – you know!
How dreary – to be – Somebody!
How public – like a Frog –
To tell one's name – the livelong June –
To an admiring Bog! - Emily Dickinson
Fuck off pat. She is not doing
Bi_polar_pussy_by_farr, your comment did not make it to my blog due to the sexually crude photograph presented with it. Patrick may allow such filth, I do not.
Only DUMB ASSHOLES are taken by words like "REMEMBER", as if there really is something to it...
YOUR blog spamming is to cast suspicions on others... And seeing as you do have Pat's password, it's very convenient for the both of you to go in and delete YOUR OWN spams... You're the one with the PROXIES, Alicia.
Nice try Alicia... Your psychology only works on naive people... And those who don't know how you operate... Right Alicia? REMEMBER, ALICIA ???
Dee, here a good one..
A Dream Within a Dream
by Edgar Allan Poe
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow:
You are not wrong who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
i spammed your blog. not doing. three of us spammed your blog. calling you a cunt. we spammed spooks blog. how fucking weird is this chick? she knows fuck all. lmfao
You really are delusional. You know exactly what I'm talking about idiot, you spammed your own blog in January, which is when everyone saw you as a fool. You are a liar, and mentally deraigned, everyone knows it, and its fun to keep fucking with you. You really are delusional about people liking you, they tell you that so you don't start stalking them and getting their info. You know how many have told me they don't want to piss you off because they're afraid of you? And I am so tempted to tell you who they are, but I'm not going to, because I promised them. Just keep on making a fool of yourself. There's a lot on my... what... 300 or more channels of cable... but I like making you obsess over me... it allows me to respond in a way that makes you rip your hair out over me. Can't make that happen on TV. Hahahahahaha.... LMFAO.
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