A very receptive state of mind... not unlike a sheet of film itself - seemingly inert, yet so sensitive that a fraction of a second's exposure conceives a life in it.
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The creative and the receptive
To sing is creative; to listen is receptive.
To play is creative; to watch is receptive.
To write is creative; to read is receptive.
In sex, man is creative and woman, receptive.
21.09.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Blue film- a needed media
Blue film: it is handier
Than the red light area.
It serves as direct stimulus
Unlike the yellow magazine.
It is decent unlike the green talk.
The impotent becomes the potent.
The temper-less becomes full of temper.
Blue film is useful only to man.
Half of men population has seen.
Elders out number youngsters.
Unlike men, women aren’t affected.
No stimulation from the blue.
For her the last is sex.
For him the peak is sex.
Only man worries from love failure.
24.04.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Congratulated Or Insulted
Most of the time,
I'm not understanding...
If I am being congratulated or insulted.
Not that I seek to be naïve...
Although to some I can be.
I am one of those vulnerable types.
Trying to keep that sensitive creative mind,
Assessible and in touch.
How can I be empathetic...
If I believe I know so much?
I am just receptive with an acceptance of it!
And when I am approached to be congratulated...
I 'sense' a hint of insulting indulgence being done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Like or unlike
Like the yellow leaves melting softly,
Or unlike the blue wind blowing loudly;
Like the frost with no power of keeping the life,
Or unlike the warmth allowing the life to rise; ,
Like a dying time in a scarlet autumn
Or unlike the birth of life in the green spring;
Like thinking of temporary in the elderly,
Or unlike the youth thinking of their lasting life; ,
Like the innocence sighing in the bleeding love ruins
Or unlike the guiltiness laughing in the richness of bloody hate.
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poem by Marieta Maglas
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To be sensitive
As sensitive, I am neither tolerant nor patient.
As sensitive, I am neither neutral nor indifferent.
As sensitive, I am either a rose or a cactus.
Whose fault is it that I am sensitive?
24.05.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Not Only Learning Facts
Not only learning facts
that flow fresh through
the mind like
a blowing wind
but life reinstalling
seemingly obvious
self apparent truth
facts belonging in the category
of novelty state of self multiplying
forward motion
truth belonging to eternal time
still silent self contained in the mind
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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State Of Mind
You don't need to hang around
You don't need to talk right now
Gotta feeling, it's a mistake
Gotta feeling, it's gonna break
Some days, sometimes just don't feel right
Too hot to touch
It's getting too much
You know it's just a state of mind
Driving you wild
You're torn up inside
You know it's just a state of mind
State of mind
All I need is to breathe
All I need is to believe
Gotta have it, now I know
Gotta have it, take it slow
Some days, sometimes it just goes right
Too hot to touch
It's getting too much
You know it's just a state of mind
Driving you wild
You're torn up inside
You know it's just a state of mind
State of mind
State of mind
State of mind
Ahhh
Too hot to touch (Yeah)
Ahhh
(It's my state of mind)
Driving you wild
(I was driving you wild)
Too hot to touch
It's getting too much
You know it's just a state of mind
Driving you wild
You're torn up inside
You know it's just a state of mind
State of mind
State of mind
State of mind
Too hot to touch
It's getting too much
You know it's just a state of mind
Driving you wild
You're torn up inside
You know it's just a state of mind
State of mind
State of mind
State of mind
You know it's just a state of mind
song performed by by Holly Valance
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The Mind That Is Inside Your Skull
it is small
your stomach i am sure
is bigger
unlike your feet
it does not travel
unlike your eyes
it does not close
it is there
even in your dreams
your imagination
travels like the wind
to lands unknown
when you are hurt
the mind finds shelter in reason
unlike the heart
that weeps until all the tears
run dry
the mind is here but its essence
is out there groping in the dark
dancing with the winds
of change
sunbathing like you
wanting also
a little
tan.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My shattered dreams [A mele visuri]
My shattered dreams, which mind conceives,
Fill up my heart with woe again,
I see them all in the pale leaves
And in the sorrow of the glen.
In snow they will forever sleep,
Covered by time with its thick shawl,
My shattered dreams, which make me weep
And fill my heart with bitter gall!
When happy days, O, lovely trees,
Will give you back what you have lost,
The leaves that from your boughs were tossed,
In night's deep darkness still will freeze
My shattered dreams, which mind conceives!
poem by Alexandru Vlahuţă, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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I like black and white films. I don't exactly know why - probably because there is a stylization which is removed from actual life, unlike a color film.
quote by Norman McLaren
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A fraction of the mental sphere
dawdle a line over white
a meteor has shuttled
through space,
a fraction of the white
the distance the time
it travels from your mind
to the piece of white
two inches in one's mental sphere
equal two million miles in space
space steals its way from mental sphere
the way you chart the line in white,
that catches only a fraction of the mind
put space and mind side by side
the latter would convulse as it
charts its own boundlessness
beyond the former
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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0186 Praise
'Whatever that you think you lack - give that! ' -
this saying, heard, lodged in my mind a space;
like seed that seems inert - yet, not inert;
its hidden clock an instrument of grace;
the mind, that soil which meanwhile does not know:
it neither knows what lies in its embrace,
nor its own precious nutrients which grow
that seed; nor knows the Sower; nor His grace -
until the day that in some Spring of light,
I realised: I, meanly, denied - praise:
the praise of human beings in my sight;
and thus, the praise of that one source of praise.
so sought occasion, each and All to praise;
now Praise, with golden hand, seeds all my days.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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State Of Mind
I was goin round the world
I was lookin for somewhere
I was searchin for someone
Who was gonna take me there
Didnt want to do it cause I knew what Id find
Yourre really only livin in a state of mind, yeah
I was thinkin of the past
I was tryin to rack my brain
I was looking at the future, looking at the future
I was tryin to play the game
Didnt want to do it cause I knew what Id find
Youre really only livin in a state of mind, yeah
Sometimes you get lost
Sometimes you get found
In a state of mind
Sometimes youre too high
Sometimes youre too down
Its just a state of mind
Didnt want to do it cause I knew what Id find
Youre really only livin in a state of mind, yeah
Sometimes you get lost
Sometimes you get found
In a state of mind
Sometimes youre too high
Sometimes youre too down
Its just a state of mind
You think you know it all
Then you think that you know nothing
Cant dance, cant crawl, crawl
Maybe you better forget it
Didnt want to do it cause I knew what Id find
Youre really only livin in a state of mind, yeah
Didnt want to it cause I knew what Id find
Youre really only livin in a state of mind, yeah
Didnt want to it cause I knew what Id find
Youre really only livin in a state of mind, yeah
State of mind
Its a state of mind
State of mind
State of mind
State of mind
State of mind
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Is Democracy Worth Keeping?
In monarch unlike in democracy,
No faction dominates.
The king earns to run the state,
Unlike the elected who earn to flee.
The majority rules in a democracy,
Where form the wise as minority.
(06.01.2003)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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And then the paper is dirty
You start with a clean sheet of paper
Write some words, scribble, draw some lines
Some curves, sharp lines, tangent to bold
Lines, and rough sketches of faces and
Bodies, thin lines that get crooked from
End to end of this limited space,
You doodle, you get wild with so
Many lines unimaginable, senseless,
The paper finally looks dirty,
And you do not like it, you crumple
It and throw it in a waste basket,
You get another clean sheet,
And this time, you think what is
It really that you want to make
Out of this new clean sheet of paper.
You think, you ponder, and you need
More time this time not to waste
This clean, glossy sheet of paper.
I think you are doing well with your life.
You see you are supposed to be careful
Every word is delicate and every paper
Is actually accounted.
Never mind guilt, set it aside for a while.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The other thing is this industry has decided it only has one market. Unlike any other industry in the world, unlike film or books or sports even, this industry has decided it has only one market and that's 14 year old boys.
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Yad Mordechai
Yad Mordechai. Those who fell here
still look out the windows like sick children
who are not allowed outside to play.
And on the hillside, the battle is reenacted
for the benefit of hikers and tourists. Soldiers of thin sheet iron
rise and fall and rise again. Sheet iron dead and a sheet iron life
and the voices all—sheet iron. And the resurrection of the dead,
sheet iron that clangs and clangs.
And I said to myself: Everyone is attached to his own lament
as to a parachute. Slowly he descends and slowly hovers
until he touches the hard place.
Translated by Chana Bloch and Chana Kronfeld
poem by Yehuda Amichai
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We are the only state that does not have a State Film Corporation there to support the commercial industry.
quote by Ann Macbeth
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What I Saw Today
Saw a million people yesterday
but my pen stood still
no melody came to mind
no feelings punctured my heart.
One person I see today
and my pen cannot stop
a sonnet flows through my veins
redemption is my state of mind.
Time comes and goes
its memory passes away
never to be pondered
years from its conception.
This time has passed
yet this memory lingers
like a bad taste
on a sensitive tongue.
poem by by unknown author
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The Sensitive Kind
Dont take her for granted, she had
A hard time
Dont misunderstand her or play
With her mind
Treat her so gently, it will pay you
In time
Youve gotta know shes the
Sensitive kind
Tell her you love her each and
Every night
You will discover she will treat
You right
If you believe, I know you will find
There aint nothin like the
Sensitive kind
She gets so lonely waitin for you
You are the only thing to help
Her through
Dont take her for granted
She has a hard time
You got to know shes the
Sensitive kind
You got to know shes the
Sensitive kind
song performed by by Santana
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