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Re: The Algonquin Round Table
Nov 21, 2008 12:37 PM
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Nice Cissy - That's some real Americana. Who wrote it?
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Re: The Algonquin Round Table
Nov 21, 2008 8:52 AM
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I've wanted to share this very little known poem with you all since this thread was started. I just now found the book, I've been searching for it since this thread started!! I hope you enjoy it, it really struck me, hard. About 20 or more years ago when I first found it in a book store. Here it is.
The Old Fashioned Cincinnati Blues
O boy the blues!
I sure do love the blues
but the blues don't like me
This is Cincinnata Ohio 1949
& that's me & my brother Frank
in the NY Central Train STation
trying to get it together
on our way down
to Meridian Mississippi
where later I hid
in cornfields, smoked butts &
dreamed all about
the sunny grown up future,
dreamed about Now.
Ah but that Now that
Right Now that is,
all I wanna dream about's
that NY Cincy Terminal
that summer with its intervals
of RC Cola Coolers,
tin tub baths taken
one at a time
back behind the evening stove---
Chickens---
Our grandmother
(Mrs Lillian Campbell)---
Cousin Gerorge & Uncle John
swapping ghost stories
Saturday nite---
O Americana!
United Statesiana!
A lonesome high,
a funnytime cry,
the blues
the blues
the blues
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Cissyyost
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Re: The Algonquin Round Table
Nov 16, 2008 10:21 PM
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?A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.?
Oscar Wilde
Nice Ray, that should be on the quotes thread.
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Re: The Algonquin Round Table
Nov 16, 2008 9:48 PM
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?A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.?
Oscar Wilde
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Re: The Algonquin Round Table
Nov 14, 2008 1:05 PM
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This thread should be on the first page..........
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Re: The Algonquin Round Table
Nov 11, 2008 12:11 AM
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I'm not sure whether to congratulate you or encourage you to seek therapy.
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Re: The Algonquin Round Table
Nov 10, 2008 11:59 PM
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I made it up , that's my nom de plume
... I'm kidding Clyde, really, it's a joke, don't call your lawyer...it's all you
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Re: The Algonquin Round Table
Nov 10, 2008 11:44 PM
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Myles - gotta say I never heard of Clyde Watson. Where'd you pick that one up?
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Re: The Algonquin Round Table
Nov 10, 2008 11:35 PM
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"November comes
And November goes,
With the last red berries
And the first white snows.
With night coming early,
And dawn coming late,
And ice in the bucket
And frost by the gate.
The fires burn
And the kettles sing,
And earth sinks to rest
Until next spring."
- Clyde Watson
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Re: The Algonquin Round Table
Nov 10, 2008 11:27 PM
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The Worship of Nature
The harp at Nature's advent strung
Has never ceased to play;
The song the stars of morning sung
Has never died away.
And prayer is made, and praise is given,
By all things near and far;
The ocean looketh up to heaven,
And mirrors every star.
Its waves are kneeling on the strand,
As kneels the human knee,
Their white locks bowing to the sand,
The priesthood of the sea!
They pour their glittering treasures forth,
Their gifts of pearl they bring,
And all the listening hills of earth
Take up the song they sing.
The green earth sends its incense up
From many a mountain shrine;
From folded leaf and dewy cup
She pours her sacred wine.
The mists above the morning rills
Rise white as wings of prayer;
The altar-curtains of the hills
Are sunset's purple air.
The winds with hymns of praise are loud,
Or low with sobs of pain, --
The thunder-organ of the cloud,
The dropping tears of rain.
With drooping head and branches crossed
The twilight forest grieves,
Or speaks with tongues of Pentecost
From all its sunlit leaves.
The blue sky is the temple's arch,
Its transept earth and air,
The music of its starry march
The chorus of a prayer.
So Nature keeps the reverent frame
With which her years began,
And all her signs and voices shame
The prayerless heart of man.
~ John Greenleaf Whittier ~
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Re: The Algonquin Round Table
Nov 10, 2008 11:15 PM
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TREES
I think that I shall never see,
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
~ Joyce Kilmer ~
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Nov 10, 2008 11:00 PM
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Some thoughts on tolerance:
A fanatic is a person who can't change his mind and won't change the subject.
- Sir Winston Churchill
The highest result of education is tolerance.
- Helen Keller
All ... religions show the same disparity between belief and practice, and each is safe till it tries to exclude the rest. Test each sect by its best or its worst as you will, by its high-water mark of virtue or its low-water mark of vice. But falsehood begins when you measure the ebb of any other religion against the flood-tide of your own. There is a noble and a base side to every history.
-Thomas Wentworth Higginson:
Letting a maximum number of views be heard regularly is not just a nice philosophical notion. It is the best way any society has yet discovered to detect maladjustments quickly, to correct injustices, and to discover new ways to meet our continuing stream of novel problems that rise in a changing environment.
- Ben Bagdikian
The test of courage comes when we are in the minority. The test of tolerance comes when we are in the majority.
- Ralph W. Sockman
No more fatuous chimera has ever infested the brain than that you can control opinions by law or direct belief by statute, and no more pernicious sentiment ever tormented the heart than the barbarous desire to do so. The field of inquiry should remain open, and the right of debate must be regarded as a sacred right
- William E. Borah
Laws alone can not secure freedom of expression; in order that every man present his views without penalty there must be spirit of tolerance in the entire population.
- Albert Einstein
It is well for people who think to change their minds occasionally in order to keep them clean. For those who do not think, it is best at least to rearrange their prejudices once in a while.
- Luther Burbank
If we don?t believe in freedom of expression for people we despise, we don?t believe in it at all.
- Noam Chomsky
Attack another?s rights and you destroy your own
- John Jay Chapman
Be entirely tolerant or not at all; follow the good path or the evil one. To stand at the crossroads requires more strength than you possess.
- Heinrich Heine
To say the least, a town life makes one more tolerant and liberal in one's judgment of others.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
How far you go in life depends on you being tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving and tolerant of the weak and the strong. Because someday in life you will have been all of these.
- George Washington Carver
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"Laugh or go crazy..."
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Re: The Algonquin Round Table
Nov 10, 2008 9:15 PM
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This could have gone on the politics thread...
Rush: Trees
There is unrest in the forest,
There is trouble with the trees,
For the maples want more sunlight,
And the oaks ignore their pleas.
The trouble with the maples,
And they're quite convinced they're right,
They say the oaks are just too lofty,
And they grab up all the light.
But the oaks can't help their feelings,
If they like the way they're made.
And they wonder why the maples,
Can't be happy in their shade.
There is trouble in the forest,
And the creatures all have fled,
As the maples scream "Oppression!"
And the oaks just shake their heads.
So the maples formed a union,
And demanded equal rights.
"The oaks are just too greedy;
We will make them give us light."
Now there's no more oak oppression,
For they passed a noble law,
And the trees are all kept equal,
By hatchet, axe, and saw.
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Re: The Algonquin Round Table
Nov 10, 2008 5:38 PM
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Ask him to increase your powers of sympathy, in the little things as well as the great. Opportunities of doing a kindness are often lost from mere want of thought. Half a dozen lines of kindness may bring sunshine into the whole day of some lonely person. Think of the pleasure you might give to some who is much shut up, and who has fewer pleasures than you have, by sharing with her some little comfort or enjoyment that you have learned to look upon as a necessary of life,~the pleasant drive, the new book, flowers from the country, etc. Try to put yourself in another's place. Ask "What should I like myself, if I were hard-worked, or sick, or lonely?" Cultivate the habit of Sympathy.
G.H Wilkinson.
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Re: The Algonquin Round Table
Nov 8, 2008 1:50 PM
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Things Have Changed - Bob Dylan
A worried man with a worried mind
No one in front of me and nothing behind
There's a woman on my lap and she's drinking champagne
Got white skin, got assassin's eyes
I'm looking up into the sapphire tinted skies
I'm well dressed, waiting on the last train
Standing on the gallows with my head in a noose
Any minute now I'm expecting all hell to break loose
People are crazy and times are strange
I'm locked in tight, I'm out of range
I used to care, but things have changed
This place ain't doing me any good
I'm in the wrong town, I should be in Hollywood
Just for a second there I thought I saw something move
Gonna take dancing lessons do the jitterbug rag
Ain't no shortcuts, gonna dress in drag
Only a fool in here would think he's got anything to prove
Lot of water under the bridge, Lot of other stuff too
Don't get up gentlemen, I'm only passing through
People are crazy and times are strange
I'm locked in tight, I'm out of range
I used to care, but things have changed
I've been walking forty miles of bad road
If the bible is right, the world will explode
I've been trying to get as far away from myself as I can
Some things are too hot to touch
The human mind can only stand so much
You can't win with a losing hand
Feel like falling in love with the first woman I meet
Putting her in a wheel barrow and wheeling her down the street
People are crazy and times are strange
I'm locked in tight, I'm out of range
I used to care, but things have changed
I hurt easy, I just don't show it
You can hurt someone and not even know it
The next sixty seconds could be like an eternity
Gonna get low down, gonna fly high
All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie
I'm in love with a woman who don't even appeal to me
Mr. Jinx and Miss Lucy, they jumped in the lake
I'm not that eager to make a mistake
People are crazy and times are strange
I'm locked in tight, I'm out of range
I used to care, but things have changed
Copyright ©1999 Special Rider Music
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