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Both his words and manner of speech seemed at first totally unfamiliar to me, and yet somehow they stirred memories - as an actor might be stirred by the forgotten lines of some role he had played far away and long ago.
Not sure if this has been posted already, but I just came across this fabulous website and thought I'd share. Great images, love their manifesto as copied below. They even have a forum. Here in southern California we are back to blue skies and no clouds whatsoever, at all...
WE BELIEVE that clouds are unjustly maligned and that life would be immeasurably poorer without them. We think that they are Nature’s poetry, and the most egalitarian of her displays, since everyone can have a fantastic view of them. We pledge to fight ‘blue-sky thinking’ wherever we find it. Life would be dull if we had to look up at cloudless monotony day after day. We seek to remind people that clouds are expressions of the atmosphere’s moods, and can be read like those of a person’s countenance. We believe that clouds are for dreamers and their contemplation benefits the soul. Indeed, all who consider the shapes they see in them will save money on psychoanalysis bills. And so we say to all who’ll listen: Look up, marvel at the ephemeral beauty, and always remember to live life with your head in the clouds!
I hope they're not promising us only white clouds! Dark ones have their own unique character, too! We need to maintain that contrast. Life depends on the dark ones, you know, while the white ones just float along above, with nothing else to do but enjoy the free ride, although some would say they're the prettier.
Forgive me if my fantasies Might seem a little shopworn. I'm sure you've heard it all before. I wonder what's the right form Love songs written for you, It's been going down for years But to sing what's in my heart Seems more honest than the tears. I am curious, Don't want to hurry us. I'm intrigued with us. Ain't this song a bust. I don't care, dark star.
I met you several years ago, The times they were so strange, But I had a feeling. You looked into my eyes just once, An instant flashing by that we were stealing. Another time you felt so bad, And I wasn't any help at all, as I recall. We didn't quite know what to do So we left the wanting be Still there for me and you.
Dark star, I see you in the morning, Dark star, a'sleeping next to me. Dark star, let the memory of the evening be The first thing that you think of When you open up your smile And see me, dark star.
It's easy to be with you Even with the storms that rage Beneath your search for peace. We must make some time together Take the kids and find a world that's ours to keep. Now you've got me dreaming girl. It's been so long that I thought that I'd forgotten how. My heart is once again my soul. We touched, we did, you know we did, No more teasing now.
Dark star, I see you in the morning, Dark star, a'sleeping next to me. Dark star, let the memory of the evening be The first thing that you think of When you open up your smile And see me, dark star.
In some ways, the cloud is a light obscuring shifty shaper In some ways, the cloud is not a thing but condensed vapour
In some ways, a cloud is and is not now you see it, now you don't In some ways, a cloud is indescribable or maybe isn't, but I won't
In some ways, a cloud is, and is indescribable a thing beyond what's told and sold In some ways, a cloud is not, and is indescribable as a room that grows mysterious cold
In some ways, a cloud is, is not, and is indescribable then moire veil waves distort the air in some ways, a cloud is sum of probables in some ways more than it appears
Both his words and manner of speech seemed at first totally unfamiliar to me, and yet somehow they stirred memories - as an actor might be stirred by the forgotten lines of some role he had played far away and long ago.
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Both his words and manner of speech seemed at first totally unfamiliar to me, and yet somehow they stirred memories - as an actor might be stirred by the forgotten lines of some role he had played far away and long ago.
The sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits; - on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay. Come to the window, sweet is the night-air! Only, from the long line of spray Where the sea meets the moon-blanch'd land, Listen! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling, At their return, up the high strand, Begin, and cease, and then again begin, With tremulous cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in.
Sophocles long ago Heard it on the {AE}gean, and it brought Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow Of human misery; we Find also in the sound a thought, Hearing it by this distant northern sea.
The Sea of Faith Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd. But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world.
Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night.