tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55231002011-08-16T08:38:15.728+01:00is different from any before it. It is now.alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11737560129000395761noreply@blogger.comBlogger20211100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523100.post-14644811038036410042007-12-13T20:53:00.001Z2007-12-13T20:53:23.871Z

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IXO How may I ever express that secret word?O how can I say He is not like this, and He is like that?If I say that He is within me, the universe is ashamed:If I say that He is without me, it is falsehood.He makes the inner and the outer worlds to be indivisibly one;The conscious and the unconscious, both are His footstools.He is neither manifest nor hidden, He is neither revealed nor unrevealed:

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Clair de LuneMellifluent moon on the lips of the maddenedThe orchards and towns are greedy tonightThe stars appear like the image of beesOf this luminous honey that offends the vinesFor now all sweet in their fall from the skyEach ray of moonlight’s a ray of honeyNow hid I conceive the sweetest adventureI fear stings of fire from this Polar beethat sets these deceptive rays in my handsAnd takes

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algarve #14

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Blanche: You're married to a madman.Stella: I wish you'd stop taking it for granted that I'm in something I want to get out of.Blanche: What you are talking about is desire - just brutal Desire. The name of that rattle-trap streetcar that bangs through the Quarter, up one old narrow street and down another.Stella: Haven't you ever ridden on that streetcar?Blanche: It brought me here. Where I'm

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algarve sunset

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Two muggers snatched an Austrian woman's handbag, unaware that it contained only a dead rabbit. They struck as Hilda Morgenstein was about to catch a train to the countryside with her daughter to bury the pet. She said: 'They saved us the trip - I told my daughter they were angels and were taking bunny to a better place.'

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algarve #12

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The day has passed delightfully: delight is however a weak term for such transports of pleasure: I have been wandering by myself in a Brazilian forest: amongst the multitude it is hard to say what set of objects is most striking; the general luxuriance of the vegetation bears the victory, the elegance of the grasses, the novelty of the parasitical plants, the beauty of the flowers. — the glossy

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hmmmnnnn....

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loose bricks in a wallFrom India to the Balkans there are many legends and ballads telling of women who were walled up alive - troublesome wives, or virgins immured in the foundations of a new building to bring good fortune. In England too, in the guidebooks to medieval castles you can find similar stories. Here, someone has taken pity on the woman and set her free; the bricks hurriedly piled

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Reading made Don Quixote a gentleman. Believing what he read made him mad.George Bernard Shaw

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algarve #11

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the late great Richard Feynman

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algarve #10

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captive breeding

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DolorI have known the inexorable sadness of pencils,Neat in their boxes, dolor of pad and paper-weight,All the misery of manilla folders and mucilage,Desolation in immaculate public places,Lonely reception room, lavatory, switchboard,The unalterable pathos of basin and pitcher,Ritual of multigraph, paper-clip, comma,Endless duplication of lives and objects.And I have seen dust from the walls of

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scatological fun dollars melting rabbits and talking cats

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algarve #9

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Sir, - The opera management at Covent garden regulates the dress of its male patrons. When is it going to do the same to the women? On Saturday night I went to the Opera. I wore the costume imposed on me by the regulations of the house. Not only was I in evening dress by compulsion, but I voluntarily added many graces of conduct as to which the management made no stipulation whatever. I was in my

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algarve #8

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A salmon leaping up the Black Linn Falls at the Hermitage, taken a few weeks ago on a very pleasant day out with Robin and Dave, during which we saw the tallest tree in Scotland, ate fish and chips served up by a surly barman in a hotel on the banks of Loch Tummel, admired the Queen's View, and Robin told the following joke:Man: Could I have some fish and chips please?Librarian: Sir, this is a

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algarve #7

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I feel as if I've entered a time-warp with all this Algarve stuff, especially since it's cold and wet outside and the sky is anything but blue. However, I must mention the 'self-educated hobo', as I think of him - a man who at first glance seems to be like any other 60 year old tourist strolling liesurely through the resort, hands clasped behind his back and nose raised to inhale the sea air

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It is too clear and so it is hard to see.A fool once searched for fire with a lighted lantern.Had he known what fire was,He could have cooked his rice much sooner.Mumon

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conversation in the parkold lady: good afternoonme: good afternoon. it looks like rainold lady: it's coming tomorrow - and with a vengeance!me: that's not so goodold lady: no, the only good thing is that it will damp down the leaves... (narrows her eyes) they are an absolute menace!

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algarve #6

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watch out for the blue beaker!

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algarve #5

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algarve moon girlI'm standing on the balcony, lost in thought. The sun is low in the sky but the air is still warm. Everyone else is showering and slapping on the after-sun, preparing for the obligatory stroll along the sea-front promenade before the evening meal in one of fifty identical restaurants. The outdoor pool is empty, save for several inflatable objects - a crocodile, a bright pink lilo

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algarve #4

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Keep me fully gladKeep me fully glad with nothing. Only take my hand in your hand.In the gloom of the deepening night take up my heart and play with it as you list. Bind me close to you with nothing.I will spread myself out at your feet and lie still. Under this clouded sky I will meet silence with silence. I will become one with the night clasping the earth in my breast.Make my life glad with

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algarve #3

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algarve #2

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Be occupied, then, with what you really value and let the thief take something else.Rumi

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algarve #1I spent a couple of weeks in Portugal's Algarve region during the summer. I really needed to find some sunshine, and Scotland was relentlessly wet and miserable this year. I can't say I was over-impressed by the Algarve, although I didn't explore much inland. It seemed to be one massive resort for servicing tourists, and not much else. Our hotel was a newly-built giant space-age block

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The great film-maker Ingmar Bergman died, aged 89, at the end of July, an event I can't let go unnoticed. What a life he had! 5 wives, 3 mistresses - including the beautiful and immensely talented Liv Ullmann, 9 children, 62 films, 3 Academy Awards and dozens of other prizes and nominations. On top of that he found time to direct 170 plays and operas, write numerous unpublished scripts, and get

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Without tenderness, a man is uninteresting.Marlene Dietrich

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My mother was right. When you've got nothing left, all you can do is get into silk underwear and start reading Proust.Jane Birkin

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Now, little boy lost He takes himself so seriouslyHe brags of his misery He likes to live dangerouslyAnd when bringing her name upHe speaks of a farewell kiss to meHe's sure got a lotta gall To be so useless and allMuttering small talk at the wall While I'm in the hall.How can I explain?Oh, it's so hard to get onAnd these visions of Johanna, They kept me up past the dawn.Bob Dylan, from Visions

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My friend, the Sufi is the friend of the present moment. To say tomorrow is not our way.Rumi

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You see, all art has now become completely a game by which man distracts himself; and you may say it has always been like that, but now it's entirely a game. And I think that is the way things have changed, and what is fascinating now is that it's going to become much more difficult for the artist, because he really must deepen the game to be any good at all.Francis Bacon in conversation with

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Yes, I know it's been a long time, but I've been having some health problems. I want to thank all of you for your kind comments, and those who have emailed to ask if I'm ok. It's strange how I've missed blogging and being in contact with fellow bloggers, although I have occasionally checked to see how you're all doing. For a while I kept thinking 'there's something I haven't done', and then I

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what did the fish say when it swam into a wall?dam!

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Dear friends, I have to extend this break from blogging for a while longer - a few more weeks at least. Meanwhile, take care and be happy.

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Taking a break for a few weeks. See you when I get back. Take care everyone.

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To take photographs is to hold one's breath when all faculties converge in the face of fleeing reality. It is at that moment that mastering an image becomes a great physical and intellectual joy.Henri Cartier-Bresson

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Do not seek illumination unless you seek it as a man whose hair is on fire seeks a pond.Sri Ramakrishna

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We cannot cross the sea merely by staring at the water.Rabindranath Tagore

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In love, one should simplify. Choose persons worthy of their promises and leave them if they don't keep them.Isabelle Adjani

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There is no such thing as an empty space or an empty time. There is always something to see, something to hear. In fact, try as we may to make a silence, we cannot.John Cage

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here's a nice idea for a blog - well written, interesting, informative, and illustrated with a fine choice of music, images and quotes ...

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memethingI was memed by Jean to list eight random facts/habits about myself, so here goes... I'm not going to tag eight people - as the rules demand - because I'm a rebel, but if anyone else does it please let me know in my comments.1 In my final school report my headmaster concluded 'He should smile more often'. He meant it in a nice way I'm sure, but I might have replied: 'After 5 years in this

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Regine Crespin, who died last week, sings Le spectre de la rose from the great song cycle 'Nuits d'été' by Berlioz.

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Necessity has no law.Oliver Cromwell

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lomo

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Rowley Birkin QC

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The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion that stands at the cradle of true art and true science. Whoever does not know it and can no longer wonder, no longer marvel, is as good as dead, and his eyes are dimmed. It was the experience of mystery -- even if mixed with fear -- that engendered religion. A knowledge of the existence of something we

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Make sense who may. I switch off.Samuel Beckett

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I only know two ways to act: with or without a horse.Robert Mitchum

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When the child was a child,Berries filled its hand as only berries do,and do even now,Fresh walnuts made its tongue raw,and do even now,it had, on every mountaintop,the longing for a higher mountain yet,and in every city,the longing for an even greater city,and that is still so,It reached for cherries in topmost branches of treeswith an elation it still has today,has a shyness in front of

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Longing. Longing for a wave of love that would stir in me. That's what makes me clumsy. The absence of pleasure. Desire for love. Desire to love.Marion the trapeze artist in Wings of Desire by Wim Wenders (1987)

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In which Corporal Trim's wounded knee develops an itch ...The fair Beguine, said the corporal, continued rubbing with her whole hand under my knee—till I fear’d her zeal would weary her——“I would do a thousand times more,” said she, “for the love of Christ”—–In saying which she pass’d her hand across the flannel, to the part above my knee, which I had equally complained of, and rubb’d it also. I

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I like stones, and occasionaly take them home with me - which probably stems from reading Molloy. Anyway, I found this one in the Pass of Killiecrankie, but I thought it was a bit heavy to lug all the way back to the car so I put it down and photographed it before starting on the steep ascent. However, I suddenly felt I had to take it anyway, and it now sits on my window ledge. I don't usually

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A lawful kiss is never worth as much as a stolen one.Guy de Maupassant

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I remember you as you were in the last autumn.You were the grey beret and the still heart.In your eyes the flames of the twilight fought on.And the leaves fell in the water of your soul.Clasping my arms like a climbing plantthe leaves garnered your voice, that was slow and at peace.Bonfire of awe in which my thirst was burning.Sweet blue hyacinth twisted over my soul.I feel your eyes traveling,

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This Moment is 4 today, so to celebrate we went to the sales ...

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God loves the sensitive ones ...This is surely the most exciting, energetic, multi-talented band on the planet right now. I hope someone posts a decent quality clip of them doing 'Intervention' at Glastonbury. I watched the whole of that set on tv, and it was brilliant. They'll be in Scotland playing to 80,000 people at T in the Park next month, and although I don't much like crowds I wish I had

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