Wednesday, July 2, 2014

.Overwrought literary passage of the day .....

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Overwrought literary passage of the day .....




“During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher. I know not how it was--but, with the first glimpse of the building, a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit.


I say insufferable; for the feeling was unrelieved by any of that half-pleasurable, because poetic, sentiment, with which the mind usually receives even the sternest natural images of the desolate or terrible. I looked upon the scene before me--upon the mere house, and the simple landscape features of the domain--upon the bleak walls--upon the vacant eye-like windows--upon a few rank sedges--and upon a few white trunks of decayed trees--with an utter depression of soul which I can compare to no earthly sensation more properly than to the after-dream of the reveler upon opium--the bitter lapse into everyday life--the hideous dropping off of the veil. There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart--an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime.”




― Edgar Allan Poe, The Fall of the House of Usher and Other Tales


(You have to wonder what his childhood was like ...)


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Silly Joke of the Day ...

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Q: Why don't you do math in the jungle?
A: Because if you add 4+4 you get ate!


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Tuesday, July 1, 2014

.Meditation Suggestion of the Day ....

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Meditation Suggestion of the Day ....

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=igVslRAVIqo



Working with quartz crystals, ancient mineral formations that contain and focus energy, can enhance your meditation when you stare into them or place them on your body. Find out how to add quartz crystals to your practice in this free video on meditation techniques.


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Literary Question of the Day ...

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“The Death of Allegory
I am wondering what became of all those tall abstractions
that used to pose, robed and statuesque, in paintings
and parade about on the pages of the Renaissance
displaying their capital letters like license plates.

Truth cantering on a powerful horse,
Chastity, eyes downcast, fluttering with veils.
Each one was marble come to life, a thought in a coat,
Courtesy bowing with one hand always extended,

Villainy sharpening an instrument behind a wall,
Reason with her crown and Constancy alert behind a helm.
They are all retired now, consigned to a Florida for tropes.
Justice is there standing by an open refrigerator.

Valor lies in bed listening to the rain.
Even Death has nothing to do but mend his cloak and hood,
and all their props are locked away in a warehouse,
hourglasses, globes, blindfolds and shackles.

Even if you called them back, there are no places left
for them to go, no Garden of Mirth or Bower of Bliss.
The Valley of Forgiveness is lined with condominiums
and chain saws are howling in the Forest of Despair.

Here on the table near the window is a vase of peonies
and next to it black binoculars and a money clip,
exactly the kind of thing we now prefer,
objects that sit quietly on a line in lower case,

themselves and nothing more, a wheelbarrow,
an empty mailbox, a razor blade resting in a glass ashtray.
As for the others, the great ideas on horseback
and the long-haired virtues in embroidered gowns,

it looks as though they have traveled down
that road you see on the final page of storybooks,
the one that winds up a green hillside and disappears
into an unseen valley where everyone must be fast asleep.”
― Billy Collins


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Metaphysical Joke of the Day ...

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“I stayed up all night playing poker with tarot cards. I got a full house and four people died.”
― Steven Wright



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Food Joke of the Day ....

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Haunted French pancakes give me the crêpes.


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Blame laying of the day ..

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The earthquake in Washington was obviously the government’s fault.


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