Praise or blame has but a momentary effect on the man whose love of beauty in the abstract makes him a severe critic on his own works.
quote by John Keats
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What is important, then, is not that the critic should possess a correct abstract definition of beauty for the intellect, but a certain kind of temperament, the power of being deeply moved by the presence of beautiful objects.
quote by Walter Pater
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The Concrete and the Abstract
The concrete is visible,
the abstract is invisible.
The concrete is the outside,
the abstract is the inside.
The concrete is objective,
the abstract is subjective.
People go on searching for
God in the concrete.
'We would like to see God'
-they say.
But only the concrete can be seen;
the abstract has to be felt.
The concrete can be seen-
with the eyes open,
the abstract has to be seen-
with eyes closed.
God is inside you, as you.
You cannot stand outside God
and see Him;
you can see Him
only from the inside-
by being Him.
If you see a flower,
you can look at it scientifically.
You look at the chemistry of it,
You dissect it and
you come to know
about the components of it.
But something is missed
in that very analysis.
The beauty is missed,
because beauty is not a component.
If you ask the scientist -
'Where is the beauty that was in the flower? ’ he will say-
'That was not there,
it was just an illusion.'
'I have dissected it-
all and all,
and these are the things
that I have found.
These chemicals were there,
this matter was there,
these atoms, these molecules....
but there was no beauty.'
But when the scientist
gives the flower to his wife,
he knows deep within his heart
he is not giving her
something chemical,
He is giving to her
the beauty of the flower.
A poet said -
'Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder',
But I say it lies in the heart of the lover.
That beauty is not be seen,
it has to be felt,
not from the outside,
but from the inside
by being the flower itself.
poem by Nazmul Haque
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The Spoilsport
My familiar ghost again
Comes to see what he can see,
Critic, son of Conscious Brain,
Spying on our privacy.
Slam the window, bolt the door,
Yet he’ll enter in and stay;
In tomorrow’s book he’ll score
Indiscretions of today.
Whispered love and muttered fears,
How their echoes fly about!
None escape his watchful ears,
Every sigh might be a shout.
No kind words nor angry cries
Turn away this grim spoilsport;
No fine lady’s pleading eyes,
Neither love, nor hate, nor … port.
Critic wears no smile of fun,
Speaks no word of blame nor praise,
Counts our kisses one by one,
Notes each gesture, every phrase.
My familiar ghost again
Stands or squats where suits him best;
Critic, son of Conscious Brain,
Listens, watches, takes no rest.
poem by Robert Graves
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The Beauty Of A Poem
The beauty of a poem
The beauty of music
The beauty of light
The beauty of life
The beauty which makes us want to live life more
The beauty which pains us inside
The beauty in longing.
The beauty we come upon by surprise
The beauty of the day and the beauty of the night
The beauty we all have inside us
The beauty we can see and feel and never explain
The beauty that lifts us up
The beauty that makes us want to live more
The beauty that makes us reach out to God
The beauty we want to thank God for
The beauty of lilacs
The beauty of autumn leaves
The beauty of the people we love
The beauty that pervades life
The beauty that turns away from us
And will not let us be a part of it
The beauty we hold on to fragilely
As a driven leaf
The beauty the beauty the beauty
Oh life oh God of goodness oh death
The beauty we can never see
And the Beauty within us all
Oh God
The Beauty in us and Beyond us all.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Suzuki
Works of love and works of peace,
With the beauty of your land to praise your name;
For you are Suzuki from the land of many flowers!
And like the joy of your muse that muses,
But i will always wait to see your smiling face.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Sonnet XXVI: Look In My Griefs
Look in my griefs, and blame me not to mourn,
From care to care that leads a life so bad;
Th'orphan of fortune, born to be her scorn,
Whose clouded brow doth make my days so sad.
Long are their nights whose cares do never sleep,
Loathsome their days whom no sun ever joy'd;
Her fairest eyes do penetrate so deep
That thus I live both day and night annoy'd.
But since the sweetest root doth yield thus much,
Her praise from my complaint I may not part;
I love th'effect for that the cause is such;
I'll praise her face and blame her flinty heart,
Whilst that we make the world admire at us,
Her for disdain, and me for longing thus.
poem by Samuel Daniel
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I Want To Live On An Abstract Plain
Ive had it with this town
I never saw those shifting skies
I never saw the ground
Or the sunset rise
I want to live on an abstract plane
Im building a frame
A place to put my ten-yard stare
Thinking of that paint
Painted in plein-air
I want to live on an abstract plane
I need a new adress
I want some new terrain
Is it north or south?
I want to live on an abstract plain
I could sit on the roof
On top of that abstract house
See my abstract view
An abstract mouse
I want to live on an abstract plane
I need a new adress
Tell me Im not insane
Is it up or down?
I want to live on an abstract plane
song performed by by Frank Black
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Praise And Blame
When women feel inclined to praise
they praise other women;
inclined to blame,
they blame men.
When men feel inclined to blame
they blame other men;
inclined to praise,
they praise women.
Inclinations that comment richly
on the foundations of both,
parental archetypes
and their respective bargains.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Psalm 150
Praise God in his heavenly dwelling;
praise him in his mighty heaven!
Praise him for his mighty works;
praise his unequaled greatness!
Praise him with a blast of the trumpet;
praise him with the lyre and harp!
Praise him with the tambourine and dancing;
praise him with stringed instruments and flutes!
Praise him with a clash of cymbals;
praise him with loud clanging cymbals.
Let everything that lives sing praises to the Lord!
Praise the Lord!!
song performed by by P.O.D.
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Art of Love
It’s joyful, it’s confusing
It saves, it hurts
It’s yearned, it completes
Everybody feels a part of love
An abstract thing, a ridiculous effect
A dangerous factor, the best aspect
A strange power, a simple reason
Everybody tries to describe love
Chemical pheromone or biological instinct
Physical attraction or inner beauty
Motherly affection or human compassion
Everybody tries to analyze love
Whether platonic, whether passionate
Whether forbidden, whether innocent
Whether possessive, whether unconditional
Everybody tries to classify love
Serenade song, cheesy poetry
Romance story, sweet memory
Signal lesson, magnificent proof
Everybody tries to talk about love
For money, for life
For peace, for strength
For momentary lust, for eternal happiness
Everybody needs the touch of love
At first sight or slow rate
Whether forced, whether willingly involved
At destiny time or playing around
Everybody tries to find love
With logic, with magic
With marriage, with denial
With protection, with manipulation
Everybody tries to control love
By the look, by the act
By the present, by the attention
By seduction, by sincerity
Everybody tries to gain love
Being a martyr, being an admirer
Being a friend, being an affair
Being a partner, being an enemy
Everybody tries to show love
Whether young, whether experienced
Whether dreamer, whether apathy
Whether mutual, whether unrequited
Nobody can ever escape from love
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Psalm 150
Praise the Lord of the morning
When the sun rises from its sleep
Praise the Lord for His excellent greatness
For His beauty makes me weep
Praise the Lord when the darkness falls
And the moon rises high above
Praise the Lord for His majestic glory
And His everlasting love
Praise the Lord in the winter
When the snow falls on the ground
Praise the Lord for His glorious presence
When we stand upon holy ground
Praise the Lord of the summer
When the days are warm and long
Praise the Lord for His magnificent splendor
And the saints shall sing a new song
Praise the Lord of the springtime
When the blossoms on the tree
Praise the Lord for His holiness
And for the Blood that set us free
Praise the Lord of the Autumn
When the leaves fall to the ground
Praise the Lord for His faithfulness
And that His grace abounds
Praise the Lord when your happy
And there's a smile upon your face
Praise the Lord for His mercy
And for His saving grace
Praise the Lord when you're in despair
And your pierced by a fiery dart
Praise the Lord for HIs loving kindness
That restores your broken heart
Praise the Lord with your last breath
As you lie upon your bed
Praise the Lord for His promises
To raise you from the dead
Praise the Lord for all eternity
As you gather around His throne
Praise the Lord for His incredible beauty
As you worship Him alone
Let trumpet, harp and timbrel praise
And dance before the King
Let all with breath praise the Lord
And with their voices sing
Hallelujah to the King of Kings
We worship and bow down
We sing to you forever more
And we will crown Him with many crowns
poem by Frank McEleny
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If there's a severe recession, the automatic stabilizers will come into effect, and we will still try to reduce the structural deficit, but we will not try to keep cutting the budget so that we keep worsening a severe recession.
quote by Franklin Raines
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Sonnet: Why Blame?
Why blame the eagle for its swoop on mice?
Why blame the tiger for hunting its prey?
Why blame the drug-peddler for playing dice?
Why blame the donkey when it can but bray?
Why blame the wind that makes the branches sway?
Why blame the snake for its poison-fangs?
Why blame the sun for a hot summer’s day?
Why blame the police for the thieving gangs?
Why blame the night for being dark and cold?
Why blame the devils when they will tempt man?
Why blame our fate when we are getting old?
Why blame the Maker for how Man began?
Why blame the circumstances for our sins?
Why blame the tongue, whenever our words mince?
7-30-2002
poem by John Celes
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Praise makes the good man better, blame makes the bad one worse.
A critic, an imposer
A critic is a non-performer,
Who makes or mars a performer.
A critic is a non-producer,
Who makes or mars one’s products.
20.11.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Don't Blame Me
(dorothy fields, jimmy mchugh)
Don't blame me
For falling in love with you.
I'm under your spell
But how can i help it?
Don't blame me.
Can't you see
When you do the things you do
If i can't conceal
The thrill that i'm feeling,
Don't blame me.
I can't help it
If that doggone moon above
Makes me need
Someone like you to love.
Blame your kiss
As sweet as a kiss can be,
And blame all your charms
That melt in my arms,
But don't blame me.
(interlude)
Blame your kiss
As sweet as a kiss can be,
And blame all your charms
That melt in my arms,
But don't blame me.
(interlude)
Blame all your charms
That melt in my arms,
But don't blame me.
song performed by by Nat King Cole
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A severe though not unfriendly critic of our institutions said that the cure for admiring the House of Lords was to go and look at it.
quote by Walter Bagehot
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Even the handsomest men do not have the same momentary effect on the world as a truly beautiful woman does.
quote by Jonathan Carroll
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The man who builds a factory builds a temple, that the man who works there worships there, and to each is due, not scorn and blame, but reverence and praise.
quote by Calvin Coolidge
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Its Your Move
Artist(Band):98 Mute
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Whatever makes you happy
Whatever makes you tick
Whatever makes the days that you pass through
Seem worth it
Whatever makes you feel like you're in place
Whatever makes your burdens lose their weight
Whatever makes you feel like you belong
Whatever makes you strong
It's up to you
Do whatever you want to do
Just be sure you follow through
Whatever makes you feel alright
Whatever gets you through the night
Whatever puts its arms around you
Whatever makes you smile
Whatever makes your daily battles seem worthwhile
Whatever makes you feel like your time is well spent
Whatever causes you to be content
Whatever helps you to erase your doubts
Whatever makes you proud
You are your best critic your best defense
It's you and no one else
So take charge of your choices and your life
Take charge of yourself
song performed by by 98 Mute
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