I consider that a man's brain originally is like a little empty attic, and you have to stock it with such furniture as you choose.
quote by Arthur Conan Doyle
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A man should keep his little brain attic stocked with all the furniture that he is likely to need, and the rest he can put away in the lumber room of his library, where he can get it if he wants it.
quote by Conan Doyle
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A man should keep his little brain attic stocked with all the furniture that he is likely to use, and the rest he can put away in the lumber-room of his library, where he can get it if he wants it.
quote by Arthur Conan Doyle
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No Originality Or Freshness In It
So you changed some things around and called this new?
Yours?
To have others believe it too!
And you know this isn't true.
Don't you?
Have you ever gone in someone's home?
And made suggestions
As to how they can arrange their furniture
To give the interior of their home a different presence?
It is still their furniture!
They recognize it.
You recognize it.
It belongs to them.
No matter how it has been arranged.
Same thing with stolen concepts.
Or a poet 'borrowing' ideas.
No matter how it has been arranged,
The creating brain knows from where it came.
There is no such thing as 'borrowing' someone else's ideas.
To make them new.
Plagiarists make attempts at this.
And some are so ignorant...
They lift whole passages as if they can not be recognized.
That's how empty their minds and lives are!
AND then there are those who will boldly ASK...
If it is okay to put their name on 'your' efforts!
And then to others brag of their tasks.
But not for too long can they do this.
Repetition bores,
Even those who do not recognize what is presented...
Has no originality or freshness in it to begin with!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Amys In The Attic
Mr. piser, I think you should come up here
Amys in the attic and brain has gone ecstatic
Not another day of all the suffering and pain I was just a little boy ever so naive
Amy was my best friend, I never want to hurt her
I never wanna ever wanna think about her murder
On the playground, I chase her down the slide
I chase her cross the monkey bars and she would run and hide
Jinglin and tumbling, I pushed her off the sled
Amy coincidently hit her head
Dumbling inside my brain, down came the wade
Amy isnt answering, who would get the blame?
Amy isnt laughing, amy isnt crying
Amy isnt really breathing, God I think shes dying
Suddenly, the air is cold I must get her inside
Even though she died, amy has to hide
Nobody must ever know that I made amy sick
Lock her up forever in the attic
Maybe it is best to die, thinking did she really die
Im thinking if its really true then how come I am telling you
And if I really meant to do it, should I be a victim to
Should I walk the terror stairs, and savior all my
Terror fears, no
Mr. piser, I think you should come up here
Amys in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic
Every day I suffer but eleven years have passed
How long will this keep and the nightmares last
Sitting in my living room, another strange feeling
I think Im hearing tiny footsteps on the ceiling
Looking in my mirror, the image isnt clear
I feel as if a little girl is standing at my rear and
Then I awake at the blink of an eye
Voices from the attic yellin, why?
What if amy wasnt dead living in the box
Banging on the walls, rattling the locks
Feeding on the roaches, rodents, and filth
And when theres nothing left, she feeds off herself
Why do I think in amy of this way?
She was once a lovely girl running out to play
Maybe its all a dream insane fanatic
Maybe theres no amy in the attic after all
Maybe it is best to die, thinking did she really die
Im thinking if its really true then how come I am telling you
And if I really meant to do it, should I be a victim to
Should I walk the terror stairs, and savior all my
Terror fears, no
Mr. piser, I think you should come up here
Amys in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic
Maybe it is best to die, thinking did she really die
Im thinking if its really true then how come I am telling you
And if I really meant to do it, should I be a victim to
Should I walk the terror stairs, and savior all my
Terror fears, no
Amy isnt dead...
Amys in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic
Barrels to my nugget semi glock automatic
Should I pull the trigger, would this break the chains
That keeps amy locked in my brain
No, I must be starting to pray that I wont
I pray its just a figment, to see this carry on too long
Amy isnt dead, I never knew an amy
I was just a boy, how can you blame me?
Maybe thats okay, but shes tapping at the walls
I see a darling little girl is floating down the hall
Slowly coming toward me, her arms are spreading wide
Opens up her mouth to show the maggots inside
Crying, whining, rotting is the feeling
Tiny drips of blood crowning from the ceiling
Landing on my head, Im psycho-sick Ive finally had it
Amy, know Im coming to the attic!!!!
Maybe it is best to die, thinking did she really die
Im thinking if its really true then how come I am telling you
And if I really meant to do it, should I be a victim to
Should I walk the terror stairs, and savior all my terror fears, yes
Mr. piser, I think you should come up here
Amys in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic
Maybe it is best to die, thinking did she really die
Im thinking if its really true then how come I am telling you
And if I really meant to do it, should I be a victim to
Should I walk the terror stairs, and savior all my terror fears, no
song performed by by Insane Clown Posse
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Luck plays
Be it in gambling, stock market or trade;
Success is due to luck rather than brain.
We beam with a notion that our brain is
The cause of the success that we obtain
31.07.2009.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I Can Have Both
Staring in the window of the shop that never opens
Planning my selection from all the treats inside
Should I take as I desire - oh shall i, oh shall I ?
Or should I hang around to be enticed inside ?
Im trying to explain to myself
I can have both
Im trying to explain to the voice inside
I can have both
I can have both
Theres nobody around to say no
Whove brain-washed the small shy boy inside
He doesnt know he can have both
Smiling through the window to the one who never serves you
Ive not been feeling myself tonight
Should I take as I feel like it - well shall i, oh shall I ?
Or should I wait and hope to be dragged inside ?
Oh ...
Im trying to explain to myself
I can have both
Im trying to explain to the voice inside
I can have both
I can have both
Theres nobody around to say no
Whove brain-washed the small shy boy inside
He doesnt know he can have both
I can have both
Theres no need to choose
Because
I can have both
Theres no need to choose
I can have both
Theres no need to choose
Because
I can have both
Theres no need to choose
I can have both
Theres no need to choose
song performed by by Morrissey
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I Do No Tours
Where
Do you get all of this 'stuff' from?
'From the attic'
From the attic?
But
I don't see any attic
'And you wont
I am the only one that has the key
And in my 'home'
I do no tours
I do guests
And no tours do those guests get.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet: Choose The Things in Your Life
0 choose your friend who must be good as you;
And choose your spouse better than you; make sure;
And choose the one best as your Teacher too;
And choose ambitions that suit your nature.
0 choose the profession thats truly best;
And choose the hobbies that ne'er interfere;
And choose your Time to begin work, take rest;
And choose your enemies, you surely fear.
0 choose your food that gives extended health;
And choose your garments -comfortable wear;
And choose the honest way to added wealth;
And choose the burden right, body can bear.
0 choose the people who deserve help most;
And choose good principles, yet never boast.
poem by John Celes
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Be wife elder
Ovum cells are released from the stock
And the age of woman does not matter.
Sperm cells are produced and then released.
So the age of man has an impact on them.
Old men produce children with dull brain.
Old women produce children quite smart.
Young man can choose elder woman to wed.
[a research paper says]
11.03.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Bad Brain
I used to be an A student
I never used to complain
I used to be a truant
But I'm still the same
Bad bad brain
Bad bad brain
I used to go to parties
I used to drink champagne
Now I'm beginning to feel the strain
Bad bad brain
I used to be in show biz
I used to have fortune and fame
I used to have pleasure and pain
I used to have a name
Bad bad brain
Now I'm on the Bowery
I can't remember my name
Bad bad brain
Bad bad brain
Bad bad brain...bad bad brain...
song performed by by Ramones from Road To Ruin
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Re-Dedicated
Simmering stew of love
Left unattended
She left in such a rush
That she forgot to tell:
When to straighten my skirt
And when done away with
-Put my smiles away in attic
[Originally inspired after a brief conversation with a very precious friend about her mother who died when she was 5; didn't know that in just six months it had to be re-dedicated to her when she died and left her 5 years daughter-forever; this is from her daughter]
poem by Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Ma
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At a Boston signing, someone from the audience asked why I was so obsessed with furniture in my books. The question rattled around in my head. I had no idea that I was obsessed with furniture.
quote by Jonathan Carroll
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Lines on Removal
Come, listen, while we sound the lyre,
To announce the fact, that Mclntyre
Is back again to his old block,
And he has got a splendid stock.
He also hath a strong desire
To see old friends, and new acquire ;
His Furniture is cheap and good,
In every style and kind of wood.
But none in health need 'ere despair,
If they buy from him an easy chair.
When you his Warehouse then do seek,
'Tis where the brick bridge spans the creek.
poem by James McIntyre
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The attitude and capacity of the factory, the old metal table and the new ideas of the wooden furniture quickly and naturally suggested the possibility of metal furniture.
quote by Donald Judd
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Itch In My Brain
You got to stop, its much too deep for me
I was mistaken, yes I dont understand
And my decision, if I choose not to choose
Theres nobody on this line but me
I got a free will that I aint even used yet
I got a free will and I aint gonna use it
til I know what Im doing
Theres an itch in my brain (and I cant get at it)
Theres an itch in my brain (and I cant get at it)
Theres an itch in my brain (and I cant get at it)
And I cant stop thinking til I scratch it
Im still dancing, Im just a change machine
Dont have to tell me Im only waving my arms
But theres so much smoke and so little fire
And theres nobody on this line but me
I got a free will and its making me crazy
I got a free will and I aint gonna use it
til I know what Im doing
I got a free will and Im dying to keep it
I got a free will and I aint gonna use it
til I know what Im doing
song performed by by Utopia
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A Light In The Attic
There's a light on in the attic.
Thought the house is dark and shuttered,
I can see a flickerin' flutter,
And I know what it's about.
There's a light on in the attic.
I can see it from the outside.
And I know you're on the inside... lookin' out.
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Apathy Rages Unchecked
I have a strong aversion to.
Doing what I’m told to do
Though other people think I should
I have a different attitude
I have a brain I choose to use
To form my independent views.
Although I’m sure to face abuse
Because I stubbornly refuse
To do what they expect of me
To be what they want me to be
I am a man and I am free.
To live the way that I want to
And do the things I choose to do.
Although the vast majority
do as they’re told quite happily.
They are bogged down in apathy
they can’t think independently.
they either can’t or don’t want to
It makes me sad but I must say
They choose to take the easy way.
They follow like a flock of sheep
Because their minds are lulled to sleep.
they are bombarded constantly.
with adverts by the powers that be.
Which are designed to fill their mind
to make quite sure they never find.
Any reason to complain.
Because they cannot use their brain..
They are convinced that they are free
and yet submit to slavery.
At least that’s how it seems to me.
Things aren’t as they appear to be
Although the vast majority.
Accept things as they seem to be.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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With Masters
Three grades of honour,
Three lovers with Masters to satisfy my muse;
And like instructors with spiritual values,
But i am like a Rabbi closer to you.
Originally written and originally noted,
But remember my love and come to me;
For you are now nted with your Masters.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Middle Aged Lovers, I
Unable to bear
the uncertainty
of the future,
we consulted seers,
mediums, stock market gurus,
psychics who promised
happiness on this
or another planet,
astrologists of love,
seekers of the Holy Grail.
Looking for certainty
we asked for promises,
lover's knots, pledges, rings,
certificates, deeds of ownership,
when it was always enough
to let your hand
pass over my body,
your eyes find the depths of my own,
and the wind pass over our faces
as it will pass
through our bones,
sooner than we think.
The current is love,
is poetry,
the blood beat
in the thighs,
the electrical charge
in the brain.
Our long leap
into the unknown
began nearly
a half century ago
and is almost
over.
I think of the
amphorae of stored honey
at Paestum
far out-lasting
their Grecian eaters,
or of the furniture
in a pharoah's tomb
on which
no one sits.
Trust the wind,
my lover,
and the water.
They have the
answers
to all your questions
and mine.
poem by Erica Jong
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