You don't work on something for six years and be blind to the myriad of other approaches.
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Art is a reality, not a definition; inasmuch as it approaches a reality, it approaches perfection, and inasmuch as it approaches a mere definition, it is imperfect and untrue.
quote by Benjamin Haydon
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A Manager
For me money is cotton
For you it`s freedom
Nowadays it`s fashion-
An American Dream!
So you strive to get the beam
To work like a robot
For the sake of the cotton dream.
You`re a mean value maneger
You never work under, you take higher
This century is yours, hold your computer
A human is nothing, but his career.
You`re the luckiest
You work in the office
You`re the luckiest
You work in the office
Oh, yeah baby
Your fate isn`t silly nor wicked
Your bucks is saved by your cent
Step by step, untill you get blind
It`s OK you are almost dead
As far as the Boss is fully glad
Im the first who admit
We all need the money
So, shall we get mad?
It`s a real calamity...
Step by step, until you get blind
Step by step, until you get blind
Step by step, until you get blind
Step by step, until you get blind
The main thing is to know for sure
Where`s your place and who you are
No doubt, near a fool you`re smarter
Happiness for me means freedom
For you - Disney Land
You`re the luckiest
You work in the office
You`re the luckiest
You work in the office
Oh, yeah baby
You work in the office
Oh, my God!
Translated from Russian. The Leningrad band 'Menedjer'
poem by Emma Adamyan
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Myriad Grains Of Hurt
My world was ended the day
My heart was shattered
And shards of love were crushed
To myriad, myriad grains of hurt.
My heart was shattered the day
My soldier died
And, bullet-battered, his body
Reclaimed by friends of war.
My soldier died that day
My tears were scattered
And aching love replaced my heart
With myriad, myriad grains of hurt.
poem by Hannah Barham
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The closer a man approaches tragedy the more intense is his concentration of emotion upon the fixed point of his commitment, which is to say the closer he approaches what in life we call fanaticism.
quote by Arthur Miller
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Myriad Thoughts
I sit here in myriad thoughts
dancing around my head
too fed up to put them to bed.
Thoughts of the past,
thoughts of the future too,
thoughts of things this and that
and thoughts of what to do.
Memories invade at times
of pastures long gone by
as the myriad thoughts
fill my mind with anger and with love
and times; I wish I could have lingered with
when my years were young.
Things pass in phases,
hearts entwine then fall apart,
seasons readily appear,
stay awhile and then depart.
Here I sit in a lonely waste
thinking thoughts of what might have been
if the crystal ball I look into had only seen.
Now the myriad thoughts appear
to haunt me in quiet times
and carry me to distant places
the world has left behind.
Those little specks of moments
that still linger from the past
that lay waiting to capture me
before the quiet time has passed.
28 November 2009
poem by David Harris
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Four Letter 'Work' Song
Work me up, work me out, work me flip side down.
Work me here, work me there, work me with renown.
Work me hot, work me greedy,
work me through and through.
Work me to the very marrow,
work me just like I'd work you.
Work me proud, work me late,
work me do not hesitate.
Won't you let me work for you?
Work me til I'm black and blue.
Work me steady, work me needy, work me to a lather.
Work me til my backbone breaks, and the buzzards gather.
Work me in, work me under, work me til I bleed,
Work me over red hot coals, work me like a boss in need.
Work me nasty, work me silly, work me through the clover.
Up down, 'n' in between, into a slipknot sweet Jehovah.
Work me, work me, go ahead.
Work me, work me, til I'm dead.
Buddy Bee Anthony
poem by Buddy Bee Anthony
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Descendents of Their Founding Fathers
It all has been there!
From the very beginning of its plotting.
Ingredients used?
A perception of kindness.
When introduced,
For purposes to reduce a 'selected' opponent.
Thus starting the art of deception.
Use this to exclaim a reason to fear approaches.
It all has been there from the 'arrival'.
Rivals quickly became the feast,
Upon which to feed ignorance.
Manifest ignorance and market its value.
Lay a tax upon its importance.
Dangle loans and credit...
With teased dreams to keeping the reaching,
Never ending!
Blind folks with their own self centeredness.
Steal from them their integrity...
While their eyes are glazed with greed.
Then take their pride and everything they have.
This tactic had worked splendidly with those of 'color'.
But who knew...
These deceptive techniques would work so well,
On their own kind!
Did anyone in the laboratory not realize the affects of this?
It seems that when gluttony reaches its peak...
Those infected,
Then acquire a taste for cannibalism.
The urban areas have been out of control for years.
However,
The mystery of this...
Those who claim to be descendents of their founding fathers,
Are the ones who have become highly addicted...
To the smell of their own blood!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How The Heart Approaches What It Yearns
In the blue light
Of the belvedere motel
Wondering as the television burns
How the heart approaches what it yearns
In a fever
I distinctly hear your voice
Emerging from a dream, the dream returns
How the heart approaches what it yearns
After the rain on the interstate
The headlights slide past the moon
A bone-weary traveler
Waits by the side of the road
Wheres he goin?
I dream we are lying on the top of a hill
And headlights slide past the moon
I fold in your arms
And your voice is the heat of the night
Im on fire
In a phone booth
In some local bar and grill
Rehearsing what Ill say, my coin returns
How the heart approaches what it yearns
How the heart approaches what it yearns
song performed by by Paul Simon
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Midnight Fast Approaches
You may want to avoid those twilight years,
To gain any lingering compliments that may come.
But I will say this...
If you can remember 'anything' that occured in the '30's?
Midnight fast approaches.
And the dog only barks at you,
When you are 'not' wearing makeup!
And you've had him for fifteen years!
Even the postman has requested we display
A 'Beware' sign in the yard on Wednesdays...
His day off!
Honey,
I am not being sarcastic.
You do not need 'another' facelift!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Twenty-nine Thousand Four Hundred Seven Sunsets
Twenty-nine thousand four hundred seven sunsets
With one same sun on the one same sea.
In the early days by my mother’s side,
Though she’d often tell me of the sun and of the sea,
I seldom watched, and never for long,
The slow dissolve,
The melt and plunge,
Now you see it, now you don’t-
So many sunsets lost.
Twenty-nine thousand four hundred seven sunsets
With one same sun on the one same sea.
The years of my youth were marked by friends and sport,
Often whole days on the beach-
Raging winds and mammoth waves
Or a still, glass sea, not a cloud in the sky,
And every shade in between.
I rarely fathomed the myriad shapes and colors,
An ever-changing landscape-
So very many sunsets lost.
Twenty-nine thousand four hundred seven sunsets
With one same sun on the one same sea.
The middle-aged years pinned me to my work;
Yet through a window from time to time,
Or on holiday, if I risked the break,
I’d notice how lovely a sunset could be-
So very many sunsets lost forever.
Twenty-nine thousand four hundred seven sunsets
With one same sun on the one same sea.
At last, in these final days, each sunset is anticipated, craved.
Regardless the mood of the sea, it will receive the sun.
No matter the face of the sky, it will let go the same.
The sun itself, always churning, always burning,
Swells with new brilliance, new radiance and splendor
Each time it approaches the sea,
Then morphs into a molten pool on the sea’s surface
Before plunging from view-
Never more a sunset lost.
Twenty-nine thousand four hundred seven sunsets
With one same sun on the one same sea.
Then one glorious day,
The day of my twenty-nine thousand four hundred and sixth sunset,
And I at my usual place along the shore,
Saw the sun rise out of the sea from where it had just set!
The sun rose back up into the sky, and
In the very next moment on the very same day, it set again.
I experienced my twenty-nine thousand four hundred and seventh sunset,
The second in one day!
Oh glorious day!
A sunset gained.
Twenty-nine thousand four hundred seven sunsets
With one same sun on the one same sea.
(In 2 Kings 20: 9-11 the Lord made the shadow go back 10 steps. Certainly, at that exact moment, somewhere in the world, someone saw the sun dissolve on the horizon and then rise again.)
Running Blind
Cant find the answers
Ive been crawling on my knees
Looking for anything
To keep me from drowning
Promises have been turned to lies
Can't even be honest inside
Now Im running backward
Watching my life wave me goodbye
Running blind
Im running blind
Somebody help me see Im running blind
Searching for nothing
Wondering if I'll change
Im trying everything
But everything still stays the same
I thought if I showed you I could fly
Wouldn't need anyone by my side
Now I'm running backward
With broken wings I know Ill die
Running blind
Im running blind
Somebody help me see Im running blind
Running blind
Running blind
Running blind
I can't find the answers
I've been crawling on my knees
Looking for anything
To keep me from drowning
I'm running blind
Running blind
Running blind
Running blind
Running blind
Running blind
Running blind
Running blind
Running blind
song performed by by Godsmack
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Blind Love
Words and music by tom waits
Now youre gone
And its hotels and whiskey and sad luck days
And I dont care if they miss me
I never remember their names
They say if you get far enough away
Youll be on your way back home
Well Im at the station
And I cant get on the train
Must be blind love
The only kind of love is stone blind love
The only kind of love is stone blind love
The only kind of love is stone blind love
Oh blind love
Blind love
Stone blind love
Stone blind love
Well the streets turning blue
The dogs are barking and the night has come
And its tears that are falling
From these brown eyes now
And I wonder where you are
And I whisper your name
(I whisper your name)
And the only way to find you
Is if I close my eyes
And find you with my blind love
The only kind of love is stone blind love
The only kind of love is stone blind love
The only kind of love is stone blind love
Oh blind love
Blind love
Stone blind love
Stone blind love
Oh its blind love
The only kind of love is stone blind love
The only kind of love is stone blind love
The only kind of love is stone blind love
Oh blind love
Blind love
Stone blind love
song performed by by Bob Seger
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I gradually work myself into a frenzy as the shoot approaches, while we're choosing the costumes or working with the make-up artist. I'm not so much interested in my character as the film itself.
quote by Jeanne Moreau
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Blinded Dreams
Dreams of magical transformations blind,
A leaf to the wind is the fickle mind,
Whispers of the evil one,
Work when you get there,
now have some fun,
Hidden the deadly viper lies,
The blind lulled away to demise,
Passivity’s false harvest of dreams,
Reaps no more than it could glean,
Work the day long, Reap what you sow,
By the sweat of your brow watch the harvest grow,
This is the law unmoving and sure,
Dirtying your knuckles will make your heart pure,
Come to Christ work and pray,
Delay not, today is your day.
poem by Palious Thatcher
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Blind
Signs
Signs are lost
Signs disappeared
Turn invisible
Got no sign
Somebody got busted
Got a face of stone
And a ghostwritten biography
Dogs start to run in,
Hungry for some food
Dogs start a-twitching
And theyre looking at you
It was light
By five
Torn all apart
All in the name of democracy
Hes hurt
Hes dying
Claimed he was a terrorist
Claimed to avert a catastrophe
Someone shoulda told him
That the buck stops here
No one ever said
That he was involved with thieves
And theyre blind, blind
Blind, blind, blind, blind, blind
Blind, blind
Blind, blind, blind, blind, blind
No sense of harmony, no sense of time,
Dont mention harmony,
Say: what is it? what is it? what is it?
Give a little shock, and he raises his hand
Somebody shouts out,
Says: what is it? what is it? what is it?
He was shot down in the night!
Peopple ride by but his bodys still alive
The girl in the window what has she done?
She looks down at me ...
Says: i dont want to die!
And Im blind, blind
Blind, blind, blind, blind, blind
Blind, blind
Blind, blind, blind, blind, blind
Somebody could have told us where they go
Crawling all around looking for foot, foot, footprints
Now tell me what the hell have we become?
Some dirty little bastards what the hell is going on? u
No sense of harmony, no sense of time,
Dont mention harmony,
Say: what is it? what is it? what is it?
Give a little shock, and he raises his hand
Somebody shouts out,
Says: what is it? what is it? what is it?
He was shot down in the night!
People ride by but his bodys still alive
The girl in the window what has she done? she looks down at me ...
Says: i dont want to die!
Theyre blind and theyre blind
Blind, blind, blind, blind, blind
Blind, blind
Blind, blind, blind, blind, blind
Blind, blind
Blind, blind, blind, blind, blind
Blind, blind
Blind, blind, blind, blind, blind
song performed by by Talking Heads
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It's The Lover (Not The Love)
People say it constantly
I hear it said so much
I repeat it in my sleep
Maybe I am just a fool for you
Maybe you're no angel too
But all that talk is cheap
When I'm alone with you
(Chorus)
If love is blind
I'll find my way with you
Cause I can't see myself
Not in love with you
If love is blind
I'll find my way with you
All the world is crazy anyway
What's it matter what they say
If I'm the one that's wrong
Then let it be my mistake
(Chorus)
If love is blind
I'll find my way with you
Cause I can't see myself
I'm not in love with you
If love is blind
I'll find my way with you
You wouldn't be with me tonight
If I didn't feel that I was right
What will it matter anyhow a hundred
Years from now
(Chorus)
If love is blind
I'll find my way with you
Cause I can't see myself
I'm not in love with you
If love is blind
I'll find my way with you
song performed by by Tiffany
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Payment
A tortuous path of neurons arced a call: ‘Awake! ’
I did; in rising, peering, stretching, bearing,
Pained anticipation saw it all:
Foretold, another filthy day.
I drew the drape: diluvian lay the ground
Beneath a lazy leaden cloud – apissing out
The puddles; irksome on the roof –
The drumming drops of bitter glee
Were hounding out a hapless me –
Reinforcing doubt that I am sound.
I left the house
to go to work
to earn a crust
without a perk
then on to bust
another straining vessel.
Trudging on thro’ mud and clay, I pondered:
‘Why a drought of happy times?
Auspicious climes were
Old and fusty books
Atop a dusty shelf
Inside a morgue-of-a-room,
Somewhere in a long-forgotten library
Down a lane without a way.’
I thought again: ‘And still I pay.’
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Work, Sleep, Work, Sleep, Work
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work:
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work.
Oh free me please with gentle ease
From work, sleep, work, sleep, work!
This odium, pounding tedium
Of my work, sleep, work, sleep, work.
Just whisk me off to lands afar
From work, sleep, work, sleep, work -
That grinding train of rhythmic pain
Called ‘Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.’
Poor neural circuits fizzle and pop
In work, sleep, work, sleep, work,
In trying to make some sense of all this
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.
But Hark! I see a golden gleam -
A saving spirit of hope:
‘You’re fired! ’ He screams. What news to bear,
This wondrous hangman’s rope!
So now I’m free, released from all this
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work -
Eternal peace and rest for me, no
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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If Love Is Blind
(tim james/steven mcclintock)
People say that youre no good for me
People say it constantly
I hear it said so much I repeat it in my sleep
Maybe I am just a fool for you
Maybe youre no angel too
But all that talk is cheap
When Im alone with you
If love is blind
Ill find my way with you
Cause I cant see myself
Not in love with you
If love is blind
Ill find my way with you
All the world is crazy anyway
Whats it matter what they say
If Im the one thats wrong
Then let in be my mistake
If love is blind
Ill find my way with you
Cause I cant see myself
Im not in love with you
If love is blind
Ill find my way with you
You wouldnt be with me tonight if I didnt feel I was right
What will it matter anyhow a hundred years from now
If love is blind
Ill find my way with you
Cause I cant see myself
Im not in love with you
If love is blind
Ill find my way with you
song performed by by Tiffany
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For over 20 years, the federal and provincial governments have made enormous efforts employing a variety of approaches in an attempt to stimulate Montreal's economy.
quote by Kim Campbell
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