Two half philosophers will probably never a whole metaphysician make.
quote by Gaston Bachelard
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When philosophers try to be politicians they generally cease to be philosophers.
quote by Walter Lippmann
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Philosophers are very severe towards other philosophers because they expect too much.
quote by George Santayana
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The scientists often have more unfettered imaginations than current philosophers do. Relativity theory came as a complete surprise to philosophers, and so did quantum mechanics, and so did other things.
quote by Robert Nozick
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Half The World
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
Half the world hates
What half the world does every day
Half the world waits
While half gets on with it anyway
Half the world lives
Half the world makes
Half the world gives
While the other half takes
Half the world is
Half the world was
Half the world thinks
While the other half does
Half the world talks
With half a mind on what they say
Half the world walks
With half a mind to run away
Half the world lies
Half the world learns
Half the world flies
As half the world turns
Half the world cries
Half the world laughs
Half the world tries
To be the other half
Half of us divided like a torn-up photograph half of us are
Trying to reach the other half
Half the world cares
While half the world is wasting the day
Half the world shares
While half the world is stealing away
song performed by by Rush
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Half The World
Half the world lives,
Half the world makes,
Half the world gives
While the other half takes.
Half the world hates,
Half the world runs away,
Half the world's late,
Half the world praises the day.
Half the world is,
Half the world was,
Half the world thinks,
Half the world does.
Half the world lies,
Half the world burns,
Half the world cries
While the other half turns.
Half the world cares,
Half the world weeps,
Half the world shares,
Half the world keeps.
Half the world sings,
Half the world laughs,
Half the world brings,
Half the world tries to be the other half.
End.
On Count Voronstov
One half Milord, one half in trade,
One half a sage, one half a dunce,
One half a crook, but here for once
There's every hope he'll make the grade.
poem by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
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Do Not Give Poetry A Bad Name
The frogs should not have croaked a lot
when everyone is fast asleep
Aristophanes after all is right
These frogs should not live like the Clouds.
On the other hand
THe Philosophers should cling to being
Philosophers
Stay with the embrace of Reason and Not
Embrace the Strong Arms of Emotions
For Emotions belong to nothing but the
Realm of Poetry
aH! Lysistrata shall now wage her own
War against the Men
Claiming as she does
Her sole right to Eroticism
Honestly, i still love to hear the frogs croaking
In the Pond
I for the meantime loves to Keep
The Philosophers dwell in their Own
Cloud Point of view.
If Lysistrata obliges
One night with Her would be enough
After which, I shall work hard to
Give Poetry its Own Right Name.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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There will be no end to the troubles of states, or of humanity itself, till philosophers become kings in this world, or till those we now call kings and rulers really and truly become philosophers, and political power and philosophy thus come into the same hands.
In taking action we must remember that the things which are happening to the Jews today are but a part of the general disintegration anticipated by philosophers and historians of different schools for almost half a century.
quote by Louis Finkelstein
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Women make us poets, children make us philosophers.
quote by Malcolm De Chazal
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Philosophers Stone
Out on the highways and the by-ways all alone
Im still searching for, searching for my home
Up in the morning, up in the morning out on the road
And my head is aching and my hands are cold
And Im looking for the silver lining, silver lining in the clouds
And Im searching for and
Im searching for the philosophers stone
And its a hard road, its a hard road daddy-o
When my job is turning lead into gold
He was born in the back street, born in the back street jelly roll
Im on the road again and Im searching for
The philosophers stone
Can you hear that engine
Woe can you hear that engine drone
Well Im on the road again and Im searching for
Searching for the philosophers stone
Up in the morning, up in the morning
When the streets are white with snow
Its a hard road, its a hard road daddy-o
Up in the morning, up in the morning
Out on the job
Well youve got me searching for
Searching for, the philosophers stone
Even my best friends, even my best friends they dont know
That my job is turning lead into gold
When you hear that engine, when you hear that engine drone
Im on the road again and Im searching for the philosophers stone
Its a hard road even my best friends they dont know
And Im searching for, searching for the philosophers stone
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Before I Go
Turn me around, dont let me walk out forever
If theres a chance, the slightest chance, darling never say never
You know its out of my hands, cos Im in way over my head
But it wont take me long, you could blink and Ill be gone
In your dark oversight, there must be one last breath of our love
Chorus:
Now if theres something I can say, to make you see it half my way
Just tell me once, before I go
And if theres something I can do, to make it all back up to you
Just tell me once, before I go, before I go
Angel of pride, girl wont you come and release me
Is it such a crime, oh such a crime, to surrender so easy
You know how hard Ive tried, well maybe Ive tried too damn hard
But it wont take you long, you can break this liaison
And if theres something I can say, to make you see it half my way
Just tell me once, before I go
And if theres something I can do, to make it all back up to you
Just tell me once, before I go,
I dont know where this road ever ends
The point of existence, your die-hard resistance
And I dont know where the shoulder begins
And gravity crumbles, tenacity tumbles
(guitar solo)
But it wont take me long, you could blink and Ill be gone
In your dark oversight, there must be one last breath of our life
If theres something I can say, to make you see it half my way
Just tell me once, before I go
And if theres something I can do, to make it all back up to you
Just tell me once, before I go,
And if theres something I can say, to make you, make you see it half my way
(just tell me once), before I go, before I go
Ooh tell me once before I go
If there, if theres something I can say to you
To make you see it half my way, tell me, tell me
If theres something I can say, oh now baby, to make you turn around...
song performed by by Starship
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A little grammar is most becoming, it becomes a man...
And in case no-one mentioned this to you
on those hot summer afternoons when
you could hear the sound of bat on ball, or
ball on racquet, or foot on football, or
just people enjoying themselves out there
beyond the half-open classroom window –
a little bit of grammar can open your eyes,
open your mind, make you curious…
take for example the word ‘become’..
many centuries ago the ancient Brits
got it from some ‘Germanic’ tribe,
and it meant, to come to a place,
be somewhere, go somewhere…
and later it acquired the sense of something
developing into something else, and
being recognised as that –
‘she’s become a real beauty, hasn’t she? ’
then in the Jane Austeny 18th century years,
they would say ‘what a very becoming
young lady..’ though not to imply she
wasn’t quite a lady yet, oh no…
and the verb had ‘become’
an adjective sometimes (well, OK, a verbal adjective..)
or they’d say ‘How well those clothes become her! ’
meaning, not, she hung them up at night, and
in the morning found herself hanging there inside them…
but meaning decorous, well turned out…
then in the 19th century I guess,
philosophers of the heavy sort (we might assume
they’d reverted to Germanic tones…)
talked about ‘Being and Becoming’,
implying that two things were going on,
a bit like one thing standing still inside
something else which was changing;
or perhaps outside; a bit like God
(whom those philosophers didn’t necessarily
believe in – but it serves…)
God saying ‘I Am - BUT – I am going
to become – Everything! ! … so,
Let There Be Light! ’ and
you know what – there was light…
and there alas, we must leave
our friend ‘becoming’; to become
what it will, or rather, how we use it; but
you must agree, life becomes more interesting,
even you could say, more becoming,
with a touch of grammar even
on a hot day when you’re becoming
a little drowsy, please Miss, can I go
and get a glass of water…?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Our life is half natural and half technological. Half-and-half is good. You cannot deny that high-tech is progress. We need it for jobs. Yet if you make only high-tech, you make war. So we must have a strong human element to keep modesty and natural life.
quote by Nam June Paik
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Complementary viewpoints for friend Chandra
Philosophy and poetry
are not completely different.
Each represents a way to see
What is not always evident.
Philosophers and poets try
to understand the universe.
The answers which they can supply.
Expressed in turgid prose or verse.
Philosophers can be abstruse
and difficult to understand
Because of how they phrase their views.
I don’t dismiss them out of hand.
I much prefer the poets verse
To endless reams of complex prose.
I do not think I am perverse
Simplicity I must suppose.
Is really what appeals to me.
the poets seek to entertain
and yet express with clarity.
Philosophers try to explain.
Their reasoning in great detail.
They just succeed in boring me
Their efforts are to no avail
I will admit quite openly
I simply cannot spare the time
To plough through densely written prose.
But I find poetry sublime
I like the way it ebbs and flows.
The insight that a poet shows
can entertain and educate.
Philosophers try to impose
their views, discouraging debate.
Which does not sit too well with me.
Folks can’t stand being patronised
and will rebel instinctively.
A fact that poets recognise.
They are content to share their thoughts.
With anyone who chooses to
read the verses they have wrought.
Which may express a different view
To that of the philosophers.
You draw your own conclusions
and choose which version you prefer.
Perhaps your own opinions.
Philosophy and poetry
Are both legitimate attempts
To explain some mystery
By folks of different temperaments.
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Half A Chance
Chorus:
Give me half a chance to make you love me
Give me half a chance to make you stay
Give me half a chance before you leave me
Half a chance before you turn and walk away
Im holdin on just like you told me
I put my heart right on the line
You know your love it really sold me
But I never had the chance to make you mine
Chorus
You said youd never say its over
Well I guess my heart cant beat your pride
You said Id always be your lover
But youre gone and my tears still havent dried
Chorus
Half a chance before you turn and walk away
song performed by by Vince Gill
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Episode
We walk by the sea-shore
holding firmly in our hands
the two ends of an antique dialogue
—do you love me?
—I love you
with furrowed eyebrows
I summarize all wisdom
of the two testaments
astrologers prophets
philosophers of the gardens
and cloistered philosophers
and it sounds about like this:
—don’t cry
—be brave
—look how everybody
you pout your lips and say
—you should be a clergyman
and fed up you walk off
nobody loves moralists
what should I say on the shore of
a small dead sea
slowly the water fills
the shapes of feet which have vanished
poem by Zbigniew Herbert
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Monuments And Melodies
My hands are trembling
And my eyes are on fire
And this house is crumbling
And I've been left out all the while
Yeah, yeah
You make me happy
You magnify my better half
You make me certain
Though all I have today is your photograph
My past is perilous
Each scar I wear sings
Monuments to where I have been
And melodies to wear I am going
Yeah, yeah
You make me happy
You magnify my better half
You make me certain
Though all I have today is your photograph
When will I see you again?
Still-life can only go so far
I need you in front of me
To say my name
Say it to me, say it to me
Say it to me, I want you the way you are
The way you are
Yeah, yeah
You make me happy
You magnify my better half
You make me certain
Though all I have today is your photograph
You make me happy
You make me happy
You make me happy
Oh
song performed by by Incubus
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God Uses Whoever God Chooses
God uses who God chooses
God chose what is foolish in the world
to shame the wise; (wise in their own words)
God chose what is weak in the world
to shame the strong; (opinionated in own egos) 1Corinthians 1: 27
fools cannot accept a defeated Saviour?
foolish philosophers cannot believe in a God
who would take on mortal frail flesh die
a shameful extremely public painful death?
why because flawed philosophers
cannot live outside inflated ego bubbles?
demand ego tribute worshippers
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Writings On The Wall
Half the boy and nothing else
Put me in the drivers seat
I wanna make promises I cant keep
Half the boy and nothing else
You were once my sole desire
You couldve built me up, but you made me lie to you
You never took me serious
And my heart betrayed my every word
Now loves not only for the curious
You said the writings on the wall
Well, I should know cause I wrote it all
Half the boy and nothing else
Put me in that drivers seat
I wanna make promises I cant keep
Half the boy and nothing else
I wish that I could land in jail
I wish that you could set my bail for me
You always took me serious
And my heart conveyed my every word
Now love is only for the curious
I said the writings on the wall
But you should know cause you wrote it all
Half the boy and nothing else
Put me in the drivers seat
I wanna make promises I cant keep
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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