If you take myth and folklore, and these things that speak in symbols, they can be interpreted in so many ways that although the actual image is clear enough, the interpretation is infinitely blurred, a sort of enormous rainbow of every possible colour you could imagine.
quote by Diana Wynne Jones
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Signs and Synbols
The dreams you have betray a need
You may not always recognise,
just what it is: You will concede
that this is true if you are wise.
Interpretation of your dreams.
Is not an easy thing to do.
You mind conceives fantastic schemes
to try and get it’s message through.
Although the language is obscure.
The symbols which your mind supplies
can paint a very clear picture.
Quite suddenly you realise.
Just what the symbols signify.
It is quite easy when you try.
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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In more recent years, I've become more and more fascinated with the indigenous folklore of this land, Native American folklore, and also Hispanic folklore now that I live in the Southwest.
quote by Terri Windling
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Sleep
I can't describe the feeling when
I'm in my bed asleep and then
I wake up with a vision blurred
And all my efforts are detered
To reconstruct this image lost
There're certain things my mind must do
and even though they're very few
The image glistens like a gem
Repairing is not one of them
So I'm awake though in my mind
The image thats so unrefined
is calling to me from the deep
and tempting me to fall asleep
song performed by by Phish
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Chess is an infinitely complex game, which one can play in infinitely numerous and varied ways.
quote by Vladimir Kramnik
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However It's Interpreted
However it's interpreted,
It's what it is.
And there's no need to nitpick,
It's what it is.
Whoever wants to take a risk,
It's what it is.
It's what it is.
It's what it is!
However it gets twisted,
It's what it is.
And gossipying wont change it,
It's what it is.
Whomever may not like it,
It's what it is.
It's what it is.
It's what it isI
If we live we've got to pay,
It's what it is.
And paying dues no one escapes,
It's what it is.
However it's interpreted,
It's what it is.
It's what it is.
It's what it is!
However it's interpreted,
It's what it is.
And throwing fits makes little sense,
It's what it is.
It's what it is.
It's what it is.
And throwing fits makes little sense,
It's what it is.
However it's interpreted,
It's what it is.
It's what it is.
It's what it is!
However it's interpreted,
It's what it is!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rhinoceros
The clamor of shields of armor
As the quintessential knight
Of the animal kingdom
Plods on the boundless savannahs
An ungainly grace yet a ferocious roar
As twirls of fir pirouette like a feisty tornado
To capture the embodiment of her heritage
The grandeur of an indomitable horn
Standing tall on the shadow of Kilimanjaro
As fairy tales and folklore reverberate
Of the greatest of them all, the albino
The one that leaped from the heavens
To be captured by a wandering virgin
To unscramble the fallacy of a cardinal myth - the fountain of chastity
As to the beholding eye, the enigma of the celestial unicorn
Blurred in to a sprightly Rhinoceros
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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But if it not be true, the myth itself requires to be explained, and every principle of philosophy and common sense demand that the explanation be sought, not in arbitrary allegorical categories, but in the actual facts of ritual or religious custom to which the myth attaches.
quote by William Robertson Smith
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I have a better internal and intuitive understanding of folklore and myth than science and technology, so in that way fantasy is easier.
quote by Sarah Zettel
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Through the myth it creates, propaganda imposes a complete range of intuitive knowledge, susceptible of only one interpretation, unique and one-sided, and precluding any divergence. This myth becomes so powerful that it invades every arena of consciousness, leaving no faculty or motivation intact. It stimulates in the individual a feeling of exclusiveness, and produces a biased attitude.
quote by Jacques Ellul
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Laiku 294
Sky:
Expands infinitely reminding us of the finiteness of things
We would still be in the sky even if we had infinitely growing wings
Science is Christian, not when it condemns itself to the letter of things, but when, in the infinitely little, it discovers as many mysteries and as much depth and power as in the infinitely great.
quote by Edgar Quinet
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Infinitely, Before You Arrived
You can not borrow from my time,
Infinitely.
Infinitely.
Infinitely...You can not borrow from my time,
Infinitely.
Infinitely.
Infinitely...To take,
And try to make your mission my condition.
To leave me in suspicion wishing,
For your absence I was missing...
Before you arrived.
You can not borrow my time to take...
And try to make your mission,
My condition.
Before you arrived.
You can not borrow from my time,
Infinitely.
Infinitely.
Infinitely...To take,
And try to make your mission my condition.
To leave me in suspicion wishing,
For your absence I was missing...
Before you arrived.
To lie and scheme by my side.
Infinitely.
Before you arrived.
Infinitely.
To lie and scheme by my side.
Infinitely.
Before you arrived.
Infinitely.
To lie and scheme by my side.
Infinitely.
Before you arrived.
Infinitely.
To lie and scheme by my side.
Infinitely.
Infinitely.
Infini tely...
To lie and scheme by my side.
Infinitely.
Infinitely.
Infinitely.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All things are subject to interpretation whichever interpretation prevails at a given time is a function of power and not truth.
quote by Friedrich Nietzsche
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Poem about Poetry - Why poetry?
why poetry?
to realise that
a simple smile
can mean so
many things
and interpreted
in so many ways
that there is
always a fresh way
to look at things
the way god
has been able
to give each of us
a new way to
experience things
a cross puzzle
he challenges us
to find the uniqueness
he has meant for
all of us to be
languages, geographies
genes, religions
universes, angels...
every facet that helps
a diamond to sparkle
its own way
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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In my introductory course, Anthropology 160, the Forms of Folklore, I try to show the students what the major and minor genres of folklore are, and how they can be analyzed.
quote by Alan Dundes
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On The Verge Of
Though alchemists in every continent worked hard,
to change the cheap metals into the precious gold,
they had never succeeded as it was not the truth,
hidden in the electronic configuration and a myth,
myth of mummy's resurrection from the pyramids and a cave,
myth of witch's spell and poor women's haunted look,
myth of piped piper and the following of the rats loot,
myth of the split ocean that paved the way for the joy walk,
myth of human intelligence and its relation to the races,
myth of ether that found in the space,
myth of flat earth, myth of spirit,
all are not lies, but steps taken to find the truth,
truth hidden in nature, that has hundred more elements,
everything derived from these, even the love and lust,
even the diseases and wellness,
concept and convenience of communication,
We have found something to explore other things,
we cloned the new things to produce substitute organs,
We are one step backward to find that God,
Who controls us to be happy and sad,
Creation of life in a cell, then,
Man will be the creator, until then,
Would we be alive or would we be destroyed,
if Gods of religions like to keep the secret or,
the intelligence of human dig its own grave.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Prudence
Seek not the things that others seek;
Say not the words that others speak;
Do not the works that others do;
Just do the ones that well suit you.
Live not the ways that others live;
Give not the things that others give;
Learn not the ways that others learn;
Earn not the ways that others earn.
Think not the ways that others think;
Ink not the way that others ink;
Sing not the way that others sing;
Do just things that contentment bring.
Take just the things in others good;
Eat just the needed healthy food;
Copy what is exemplary;
Just take what you can well carry!
(5-10-2000)
poem by John Celes
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Unlabelled phobia II
Vibrating my ear drums
Are stimulus of comfort
In my brain, interpreted as mockery.
My interpretation: Comforting-mockery.
Irony so ironical to real cognition.
Emblazoned on my soma the logo of insecurity.
Fear of what, infact?
Since intact my somatic intellect.
poem by Kctony Xtopher Nkwocha
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Silentium
Speak not, lie hidden, and conceal
the way you dream, the things you feel.
Deep in your spirit let them rise
akin to stars in crystal skies
that set before the night is blurred:
delight in them and speak no word.
How can a heart expression find?
How should another know your mind?
Will he discern what quickens you?
A thought once uttered is untrue.
Dimmed is the fountainhead when stirred:
drink at the source and speak no word.
Live in your inner self alone
within your soul a world has grown,
the magic of veiled thoughts that might
be blinded by the outer light,
drowned in the noise of day, unheard...
take in their song and speak no word.
poem by Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
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how do you know that God is a myth?
a myth
like the sphinx
and the phoenix
as the story goes
on and on
somehow
there was this death
at the end
and then immortality
in the same way
that my God
died and lived
forever
killing a myth
can be another myth
like asking how do you kill a myth
that does not exist?
when you finally give the correct answer
about our humanity
the sphinx gets killed.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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