I have cultivated my hysteria with pleasure and terror.
quote by Charles Baudelaire
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When I'm saying hysteria, I'm referring to Freud, because all the women were coming to him with symptoms and seeking help, and he just called it hysteria.
quote by Cybill Shepherd
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When Dawn Arrives
He hums tonight through his streets,
My unlatched window the tune repeats,
The kerb-crawling car winds down to a stop.
A few seconds mumble then whisks him off.
Sick and tired of abuse,
Controlled signs of hysteria,
But like when dawn arrives,
He remembers his leisure.
He runs tonight through his block,
A crack in the curtain is unlocked.
No meeting with a mother or greeting a friend
A sharp-looking boot-jack with some time to spend.
Sick and tired of abuse,
Controlled signs of hysteria,
But like when dawn arrives,
He remembers his leisure.
He cries tonight
Through his manner
I can see his conscience
Get the better
From a door-way stepped in
Shadowed leather
Exchanging handshakes for money
And pleasure.
He crawls tonight through his scum,
From my dirty window his bodys numb.
Beneath the street-lamp tilts shoulders bent,
Then meets his pick-up who pays his rent.
Sick and tired of abuse,
Controlled signs of hysteria,
But like when dawn arrives,
He remembers his leisure.
His pleasure
song performed by by Madness
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The action of hysteria.
Automatic assertion of body and tongue
In the name of God is an outcome of hysteria.
Realization of God through meditation
Is the opposite of hysteria; that’s all..
22.07.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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If fear is cultivated it will become stronger, if faith is cultivated it will achieve mastery.
quote by John Paul Jones
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Opposite displeasure
Success gives pleasure.
Conquest gives pleasure.
Revenge gives pleasure.
Hunting gives pleasure.
Coveting gives pleasure.
Mind; every pleasure
Gives equal and opposite
Displeasure to others.
In a way we act as sadists
04.05.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Unincorporated Insights XII
In the hysteria of exertion,
We become moribund and bellicose—
Buoyant with undulating derision,
Palliated by a ravelment of woes.
Our muted, quiescent panic twinges,
Cascading over the peace we pretend.
Our intuition tears at its fringes
While we berserk, bicker and condescend.
The lacuna, the bedlam, the terror bursts
Like stampeding, bionic wildebeest.
We receive a chaos that seems rehearsed
Rather than a real entropy released.
As these trappings bellow in the still night,
The grays of thought trail to the blacks and whites.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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What Makes A Coward?
What makes a coward? Is it someone who hides
Behind the mask of fear? Is it one who rides
The wave of hysteria for all it is worth?
When does it cease, to be afraid, is it inherent at birth?
How can you be afraid of the only one you have ever loved?
Why then might you lash out at the one you have dreamt of?
Your reasons are impure, surely too, your cause
Step back and reassess, allow yourself pause!
All the world can see, right through your ruse;
You've given rise to hysteria, yet, truth you must choose!
Away now from madness, stop now the insanity,
Back from the hateful lashing out of your vanity!
My love, cause I've ne'er been, for you to be afraid;
Change for us should've ne'er been, as if you had not strayed!
Maurice Harris,27 December 2007
poem by Maurice Harris
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Shock And Terror
the psychotic dress the senseless feature
it terrifies every living creature
predictability is wearing thin
groundbreaking practice for the preacher
clowns mortified by my expression
breathing new life into invention
and gagging the maggots with a weary hand
has failed to leave any impression
the shock and terror keeps me sane
the shock and terror keeps me sane
does anybody feel the same?
the shock and terror keeps me sane
up now for seven days and wired
the concept of sleep is way too tired
and I've dialed in a plan to reinstate
your sense of humor has expired
the shock and terror keeps me sane
the shock and terror keeps me sane
does anybody feel the same?
the shock and terror keeps me sane
song performed by by Cky from Infiltrate - Destroy - Rebuild
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Pleasure Is The Bait
Excitement gives pleasure;
Exploration gives pleasure;
Sexual love gives pleasure.
Pleasures are momentary.
Pleasure can peak the happiness
Or cause the valley of sorrow.
Pleasure is the bait one's after
Not minding the after-effects.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Nuclear weapons offer us nothing but a balance of terror, and a balance of terror is still terror.
quote by George Wald
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All Clear
They swarmed the skies like angry hornets,
the war birds in the air above.
There were so many,
at times they blocked out the sun.
Then their parcels of death,
started raining all around,
killing the innocent on the ground.
The earth shook, buildings crumbled,
hysteria filled each breath of air.
Footsteps ran in every direction,
away from the falling terror.
Speech was drowned,
in crashes and crackling flames.
Within in minutes nothing looked the same,
the horizon looked crooked and jagged,
dust and smoke burnt the eyes
of anyone standing near.
Then a blanket of silence fell,
as a solitary siren pierced the air,
with the sound of all clear.
(17 October 2007/My interpretation of what it might have been like during the London Blitz of the 1940’s.)
poem by David Harris
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The extreme pleasure
Pleasure of luxuries,
Pleasure of victories
Or pleasure of any other kinds
Cannot stand against
The pleasure of conquest of woman,
For all potential men.
29.04.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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In a Herber Green Asleep Whereas I Lay
In a herber green asleep whereas I lay,
The birds sang sweet in the middle of the day;
I dreamed fast of mirth and play:
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.
Methought I walked still to and fro,
And from her company I could not go;
But when I wak'd it was not so:
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.
Therefore my heart is surely pight
Of her alone to have a sight,
Which is my joy and heart's delight:
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.
poem by Robert Wever
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At the end, excitement maintained its hysteria.
quote by Jerry Coleman
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I exist in a state of almost perpetual hysteria.
One always writes comedy at the moment of deepest hysteria.
quote by V.S. Naipaul
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I did envisage being this successful as a player, but not all the hysteria around it off the golf course.
quote by Tiger Woods
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The 1990s, after the reign of terror of academic vandalism, will be a decade of restoration: restoration of meaning, value, beauty, pleasure, and emotion to art and restoration of art to its audience.
quote by Camille Paglia
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It Was A Pleasure Then
It was a pleasure then
Could you just be here again
To know what there was to see
When all the sunday people
Where so quiet in the dark
Afraid to be better the next day
La la la ...
It was a pleasure then
When we could sit and stare again
Until the stars feel through the cloudy trees
Onto the grass
Stars to smile with us
Until they too had tears in their eyes
Tell us this and tell of how much we must not agree
It was a pleasure then
To see the dieing days again
In the horror of the night
Never, never, never, never, never, lise
Keep it secret
For to hide somewhere at last
As long as we could see
The sky confessed this crime
Of futile tasting hate romance
Above our shattered minds
It was a pleasure, it was a pleasure
La la la ...
song performed by by Velvet Underground
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A Story Of A Marriage Counselor
..he is a simple man
married to an ordinary woman
the man teaches science
the woman serves as legal clerk
25 years married without a child
so they adopted the baby place beside their door
they did not know where the baby came from
they say she is a gift from God
the girl for what genes she has
turned into a woman with hysteria like Ida Bauer
got pregnant
but cannot pinpoint who from among her three lovers is the father of her child
the simple couple now gets a grandchild
so glad
the new baby has not father to speak of
they go back to the cycle
the beginning about the pleasure that the baby once left beside the fence
gave them
unspeakable bliss
of course, this shall not be
a sad story
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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