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    Ignorance is Bliss

    While reading E. A. Poe’s “Eureka” I pondered how nice it would be to be content without knowing.
    To be happy like the pigs in shit, oblivious to the woes of the world or of their final fate.
    This led me to seek out the origin of the saying, ”Ignorance is Bliss”, where I found it proposed to have
    been first penned by Thomas Grey in his poem, "Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College".

    Lines 91 – 100.

    To each his sufferings: all are men,
    Condemned alike to groan;
    The tender for another's pain,
    The unfeeling for his own.
    Yet ah! why should they know their fate?
    Since sorrow never comes too late,
    And happiness too swiftly flies.
    Thought would destroy their paradise.
    No more; where ignorance is bliss,
    'Tis folly to be wise.

    Grey’s masterpiece was, “ Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard”.

    Ghislain
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    Originally Posted by Ghislain in response to Nibiru's poem.

    I relate to what you have written, but liken it to getting up early in the morning, quietly sitting
    contemplating the day’s work ahead, wishing it was not to be then inevitably rising to exit for
    another days toil. Inevitable, but hard work ahead, however we always return home at the end
    of the day.
    Quote Originally Posted by Nibiru View Post
    Sorry, would you mind explaining this to me in a different way. I don't quite understand the analogy.
    What I was trying to say is that we usually revert to the norm...there are times when we want to fight against it,
    but when crunch comes to crunch we revert to type and toe the line...sad isn't it

    I have been too lazy to be rebellious, rather seeking solace in my comfort zone; a comfort zone that's not actually
    all that comfortable, but it will do so long as I can see a worse scenario. That's how we remain in chains...they
    are not too uncomfortable yet and by their release things could be worse.

    Ghislain
    Last edited by Ghislain; 07-22-2012 at 02:32 PM.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Ghislain View Post
    What I was trying to say is that we usually revert to the norm...there are times when we want to fight against it,
    but when crunch comes to crunch we revert to type and toe the line...sad isn't it

    I have been too lazy to be rebellious, rather seeking solace in my comfort zone; a comfort zone that's not actually
    all that comfortable, but it will do so long as I can see a worse scenario. That's how we remain in chains...they
    are not too uncomfortable yet and by their release things could be worse.

    Ghislain
    Thanks for the clarification
    It's quite a sad state we've found ourselves in when not only do we live in chains, but we've also been conditioned to say "Thanks for the privilege." Throughout my life there have been many times that I've realized that I'm partially(if not entirely) responsible for my own oppression, only to continually neglect acting on this sad truth solely for convenience sake. Many restraints share an illusion of comfort, and I'm still trying to refine my vision in the hopes that one day I may finally see through the facade..
    Still Searching.............

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    dream within a dream, dreamland
    were the frst poems i read from poe - i don't count raven which was required school reading, and which were reason for falling in love with poe's work, and you can imagine the thrill when i find out that we have same birthdays.

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    Eureka is the first of Poe's work I have ever read...I have seen the film adaptation of The Raven with Vincent price, Boris Karloff and Peter Lorre...great film

    But then I saw The House of Usher...not so good Perhaps because of the sad ending...

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    Has anyone read 'The Changing Light at Sandover' by James Merrill? It chronicles his experiences with a ouija board and dialogue with a spirit named Ephraim, and eventually other benevolent spirits. There are three parts, The Book of Ephraim which follows the A through Z of the board, Mirabell: Books of Number which follows 0 through 9, and Scripts for the Pageant, the Yes & No of the board. Mirabell is by far the best part in my opinion. My favorite lines from it:


    What can I say? Nothing we haven't known.
    Remember Sam and Frodo in their hot
    Waterless desolation overshot
    By evil zombies. They of course came through
    --It's what, in an Quest, the heroes do--
    But at the cost of being set apart,
    Emptied, diminished. Tolkien knew this. Art--
    The tale that all but shapes itself—survives
    By feeding on its personages lives.


    Here's the table of contents for the last two parts, in case any of you are interested in knowing more about it. I'd include The Book of Ephraim, but originally it was the last poem of another book titled 'Divine Comedies' and my edition lacks any sort of reference table.

    Mirabell: Books of Number

    0. Household decoration. The Jacksons meet new friends.
    A black dog in Athens. Poems of Science. Avebury visited.
    1. Their Fall retold. A glimpse of the atom. Resisting them.
    Akhnaton's experiment. Auden joins the seminar.
    2. Faust and the Five. The song Dante heard. A party in 1965.
    Densities and definitions. A look into the Research Lab.
    3. Black holes. Maria and the plant world. Metamorphosis of 741.
    Athenianism. Plato patronized. Five elemental Voices.
    4. Atlantis and after. Describing an elm. A peacock on trial.
    Cabel Stone. The Scribe supplants religion. Chester's new life.
    5. Losses to the Lab. The Bible endorsed. Mining of the Scribes.
    Are we an atom? The No Accident clause. Green fields ahead.
    6. Days in Boston. Ephraim recollects. The dream in the ginger-pot.
    Marias fate. The red Visitor. Literary exchanges.
    7. Numbers at work. Life and death in Thebes. Nature disparaged.
    Luca's prank. The peacock named. Ten final lessons begin.
    8. Ape-child learns to talk. The hurricane. A Herald from the SOL.
    Robert Morse drops in. Compliments upon a silver field.
    9. Mirabell's picnic. Wystan on Poetry. Backward looks and bargains.
    Another black dog. Waiting for the Angel.


    Scripts for the Pageant:

    Yes:
    Questions of Rank
    The Second Visit
    George on Birds
    The Water Brother
    The Earth Brother
    The Shy Brother
    Lesson 1: Primal Scenes
    Lesson 2: Cave-Man and Lake-Dweller
    Lesson 3: How Much More?
    Lesson 4: Of Suicide and a Pact in the Steam
    Lesson 5: Meeting the Five
    Lesson 6: Second Natures
    Lesson 7: The Twelfth of It
    Lesson 8: Heightening Senses
    The Ascent to Nine
    Lesson 9: Michael's Fete
    Lesson 10: Signals to the Galaxy
    Wystan on God B's Song

    [if I remember correctly, the B stands for Biology]

    &:
    Samos
    Two Deaths
    A New Friend
    Robert Taken Up
    Lesson 1: Annals of Green
    Lesson 2: The Monitor at Earth's Heart
    Lesson 3: A Brush with Nothing
    Lesson 4: Madcap Muses
    Lesson 5: The Lady at Sandover
    Behind the Scenes
    Plato Emerging
    The Last Word on Number
    A Metamorphosis Misfires
    The House in Athens

    No:
    Lesson 1: Black Magic
    Lesson 2: Old Masters
    Lesson 3: Oil for the Gears of Time
    Lesson 4: Underground Testing
    Lesson 5: The Winged Man
    Lesson 6: Maria's Secret
    Making Song of It
    Lesson 7: Wreathes Laid on Earth and Sea
    Lesson 8: Angelic Designs
    The Question Period
    Lesson 9: Gabriel's Masque
    Lesson 10: God B His Mark
    The Sermon at Ephesus
    Appearances
    Venetian Jottings
    Exits and Entrances
    Glimpses of the Future
    Finale

    Also I'd like to share a short poem I wrote.

    There is a place between
    the present and what is present
    that I have only known once.
    It was in a similar dream
    that this presence and everything like it
    blurred, became a land of striped things
    blending together.

    One day I hope to wake up
    to something new.
    That's my line, you'll say.
    Last edited by Kiorionis; 08-25-2012 at 09:28 PM.

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    I love the poetry Thomas Charnock, English alchemist, produced after a rather disappointing let down from Queen Elizabeth.
    30 years truly I practices this science
    And was never the richer by two pence
    But rather a hundred marks the worse.
    Yet hereafter I trust to fill my purse
    And help myself and the poor at need
    For so God's word does me lead
    And who so to live a godly life doth endeavour
    God give him this science for his succour.
    No thing like a good old 16th Century optimism after repeated troubles?

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    Hello Kiorionis and Krisztian, thanks for sharing!!


    I'm sure something similar has already been written or said, but anyway here's something that recently came to me:

    TRUTH is that moment of pure realization that occurs as you gaze intently into the eyes of lover, friend, or enemy only to observe a reflection of yourself.
    Still Searching.............

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    Here's another poem initiated by an altered alchemical state:

    Expansion
    from Parables, Poems, Dreams and Visions, 1976

    With a magical miniscule amount of egg-shell colored
    Crystalline powder, we waited.
    Shortly, subtle changes began.
    The body is first: positioning in relation to surroundings
    Less concise.
    Feeling, sensation extends beyond the limbs.
    Static in the air; solid, substantial.
    Energy flows in bands: electric, cosmic.
    J speaks then stops.
    No need, words too cumbersome.
    Thought bundles of form come to me from him.
    I know what his mind says.
    I start to speak, words too much effort.
    I form thoughts and send them instantly.
    I feel energy. The parakeet on my finger, what does he say?
    Yes, I know he’s laughing.
    Communication intuitive; beyond the capacity of
    Mechanical words.
    J and J thought conversation.
    I hear the water in the jug;
    Elixir of Life.
    We sit in triad sending thoughts to one another.
    I walk, seems like floating out of the room.
    Still the thoughts float in the cosmic air,
    Always there dancing.
    Distance and time
    Crude and foolish
    Inventions of man
    Now enslave him.
    The air is intense; charged, volatile.
    I think: out the door and down the street.
    Laughter rolls out of me
    Onto the floor
    Out the door onto the street.
    Flesh and bones are alien
    Mud and clay; not essential.
    Chemical retort perking: my stomach.
    Living body; magnificent reactor
    Allows expression in this material world.
    Television on, plot absurd,
    Circles beginning to end at once,
    No longer a slave of time.
    Energy flows...
    Static slows...
    Lost in thought...
    Spell ends.

    z0 K
    Last edited by Andro; 11-27-2012 at 09:36 PM. Reason: BB Codes fixed.

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    them dreams
    such a beautiful cage
    i fall every time you fly
    like a bomb
    my heart ticks for you
    racing towards some impending explosion
    destruction never felt like this
    your slight frame pressing on mine
    this must be some black art, or dark matter
    hidden among the stars in your eyes
    to crush me so fine
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    "To conjure is nothing else than to observe anything rightly, to know and understand what it is." - Paracelsus

    "Why, then, don't you act when you see the danger of your conditioning? The answer is you don't see... seeing is acting." J. Krishnamurti

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