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Posts from the ‘Poetry’ Category

“Everything becomes a little different as soon as it is spoken out loud.” ―Hermann Hesse

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Is there gold in the tongue that I hold?

“Be silent, or say something better than silence.”

Pythagoras

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“It is impossible to enjoy idling thoroughly unless one has plenty of work to do.” ―Jerome K. Jerome

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Idling settles the fluttering of the mind, inviting enlightenment.
Here is a koanic assist for beginners:

Three student idlers and their teacher are observing a flag in a breeze.
Each student is asked to describe his or her observation. “…And please
do not observe like a nincompoop,” the teacher warns, giving each
student a rap on the head with a stout rod as their cue to speak.

Student 1 goes, “Ow! I observe the breeze fluttering the flag.
Only a nincompoop would observe otherwise.”

“In the midst of movement and chaos, keep stillness inside of you.”

Deepak Chopra

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“There’s something really appealing about the simplicity of black-and-white images.” ―Joseph Gordon-Levitt

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Silent talkies speak the language of black-and-white piano keys striking chords of recognition.

“She gave me a smile I could feel in my hip pocket.”

―Raymond Chandler, Goodbye, My Lovely

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“Technology makes everyone feel old. A laptop is old after two years. Someone always has something newer. Everyone seems to feel obsolete now, even the young.” ―Jennifer Egan

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An old F*ck is as timeless as a Stone Age clock.

“In an age of multiple and massive innovations, obsolescence becomes the major obsession.”

Marshall McLuhan

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“In heaven an angel is nobody in particular.” ―George Bernard Shaw

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Among the ranks of angels in sanctuary niches,
everyday angels are up there in the bleachers.

“It is impossible to see the angel unless you first have a notion of it.”

James Hillman

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“Civilization is like a thin layer of ice upon a deep ocean of chaos and darkness.” ―Werner Herzog

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How thin the ice we skate on
Like sails of plundered ships
How sheer the veil once frozen
Pale as a nun’s handkerchief

“In skating over thin ice our safety is in our speed.”

―Ralph Waldo Emerson

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“If there is a book that you want to read, but it hasn’t been written yet, you must be the one to write it.” ―Toni Morrison

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She zapped the time-lock, gave the door a pull and escaped into a corridor carpeted with forget-me-nots, where a matador in lime socks lay upon a red cape, and a bull calf with a green horn napped.

“Some stories are true that never happened.”

―Elie Wiesel

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“When people speak of creating superhumanly intelligent beings, they are usually imagining an AI project.” ―Vernor Vinge

Boomer Babes v.2049 is a product of artificial intelligence (AI). It integrates all previous female stereotypes since 1949 – from Farmer’s Daughter to Sex in the City, Cheerleader to Preppy, Gidget to MTV, Vampire Slayer to Whatever. What’s more, it brings the near future into focus, anticipating the awesome advancement in store for the Centennials.

“I definitely fall into the camp of thinking of AI as augmenting human capability and capacity.”

―Satya Nadella

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“Are you sure / That we are awake? / It seems to me / That yet we sleep, we dream.” —William Shakespeare, Midsummer Night’s Dream


Midsummer Day, I dreamed I was late to meet a play date in a scene, and afraid to face my fate.

“The course of true love never did run smooth.

―William Shakespeare

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“Throw up into your typewriter every morning. Clean up every noon.” ―Raymond Chandler

The frail was small, but she charged from the side and hit me with the mace. The way I bent and sprawled must have charmed her, for she opined: “You’re cute for a brute.” I bought it that day. Dents and all. But it never failed. So I give it pride of place and keep it shined. My armor suit from Dick’s Large & Tall.

“An age which is incapable of poetry is incapable of any kind of literature except the cleverness of a decadence.

Raymond Chandler.

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