Life is not a spectacle or a feast it is a predicament.
quote by George Santayana
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Life is not a spectacle or a feast; it is a predicament.
quote by George Santayana
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Look at the sunrise and sunset as a spectacle of the ephemeral, as a scene where people climb noisily and pass silently into oblivion, a spectacle in which colors are born and die in the frenzy of the sun.
Look at the sunrise and sunset as a spectacle of heaven as long as you are in time, combining the beauty within you with perfect sincerity in your relationship with God.
Camelia Oprița in from the book The wall of thoughts (2020)
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Sometimes I think all my pictures are just pictures of me. My concern is... the human predicament; only what I consider the human predicament may simply be my own.
quote by Richard Avedon
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There is one spectacle grander than the sea, that is the sky; there is one spectacle grander than the sky, that is the interior of the soul.
quote by Victor Hugo
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Life is a predicament which precedes death.
quote by Henry James
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Garbage On the Sidelines
They stood by on the sidelines
Pointing at spectacle after spectacle.
Watching those parading and serenading
Taunts with gestures.
And when the street sweepers came...
Only then did they realize,
They were the trash to be hauled!
Garbage on the sidelines,
Had been declared eyesores.
Observing participation...
Was outlawed and long outdated!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The mind's eye can nowhere find anything more dazzling nor more dark than in man; it can fix itself upon nothing which is more awful, more complex, more mysterious, or more infinite. There is one spectacle
grander than the sea, that is the sky; there is one spectacle grander than the sky, that is the interior of the soul. To write the poem of the human conscience, were it only of a single man, were it only of the most infamous of men, would be to swallow up all epics in a superior and final epic.
Victor Hugo in Les Miserables
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Its A Miracle
You wouldnt believe where Ive been,
The cities and towns I been in,
From boston to denver
And every town in between.
The people they all look the same,
Only the names have been changed.
But now that Im home again
Ill tell you what I believe:
Its a miracle
A true blue spectacle,a miracle come true.
Were together baby,
I was goin crazy till the miracle come through.
Now youre here and my arms
Are around you and baby
Theyll be dancin in the streets
For the miracle a true blue spectacle,
The miracle is you
I never knew you look so good.
Oh I never knew anyone could.
I must have been crazy
To every have gone away.
I almost forgot what its like,
Holdin you near me at night.
But now that Im home again
Youll know that Im home to stay,
Cause its a miracle a true blue spectacle,
A miracle come true.
Were together baby,
I was going crazy till the miracle come through.
Im feeling so good,
And baby theyll be dancing in the streets
For the miracle a true blue spectacle,
The miracle is you.
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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The Call
Come, my Way, my Truth, my Life :
Such a Way, as gives us breath :
Such a Truth, as ends all strife :
And such a Life, as killeth death.
Come, my Light, my Feast, my Strength :
Such a Light, as shows a feast :
Such a Feast, as mends in length :
Such a Strength, as makes his guest.
Come, my Joy, my Love, my Heart :
Such a Joy, as none can move :
Such a Love, as none can part :
Such a Heart, as joyes in love.
poem by George Herbert
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So the poet, who wants to be something that he cannot be, and is a failure in plain life, makes up fictitious versions of his predicament that are interesting even to other persons because nobody is a perfect automobile salesman.
quote by Allen Tate
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Her Defense Mechanisms
she thinks
that i am getting cold on her
like
last night when i did not
have the chance
(or the nerve)
hugging her
and she was looking
at the ceiling
in total darkness
unable
to get some sleep
because
of her predicament
while i lay
soundly sleeping
on my soft pillow
and thick blankets
wrapping my
body away from
the world
hers
too tired i tell her
with lots
of work in the office
and too many
problems
to solve
the following morning
she takes
her bath so early
and washes
herself
her sorrow away
her
insecurities about
being unloved
(her own crude
way of thinking
and evaluating
things)
she goes to the kitchen
and cooks the feast
for her husband's
breakfast
(me?)
all the while
thinking
the basic principle
that the best
way to make
him love her
again
is always through
his stomach
and he laughs
the hardest
this morning
he will have
another day
of indigestion
because
he has to eat
more & more
if only
to please
her
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I was completely unprepared for the public spectacle my private life became, and didn't like it a bit.
quote by Harrison Ford
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Feast To Eat And Enjoy
Feast!
So delicious are these offerings,
For only you prepared.
Feast and eat.
Until your heart is contented.
Relax.
And take the weight off your feet.
Unbridled and free,
From each and every discourse presented.
Whether disguised in debated argument or not,
To undermine your dining done.
With purposes to have that stopped.
Feast!
So delicious are these offerings,
For only you prepared.
Be daring and selective,
As it is your wish to nourish...
Upon that which feeds your encouragement.
Feast to eat and enjoy.
Nothing tasted to you presented,
Has been created to disappoint, displease...
Or leave you to become agitated or annoyed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wedding Feast
Brother dear brother,I came as quickly as I could
The Digital Haze is broken,The Banished Ones r gone 4 good, gone 4 good"
Now there must b a wedding/Now there must b a feast
A feast, a feast/A smorgasbord at least
A brunch, a munch/Of cake if just a piece
Not just a vat of chitlins/Or turkey meat u c
We r what we eat/So we must eat a leaf
We'll dine under a tree/Unless it snows!
song performed by by Prince
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Death is a displaced name for a linguistic predicament.
quote by Paul de Man
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My Strength
What is in life……so great?
Hard times arrive to hurt
With no notice prior
Fortunes! So promiscuous!
Flirt for a while and disappear
Lo! This is life! Full of
Strain, struggle and strife
But I built my own fort
In my life; a good part
I gave it to jest and laughter
Let come pain or predicament
I can stave off and stay stiff
Like an unbending alp
Believe it or not!
Humour is my armour
My weapon and my forte
Bearing and braving my blues
And cruising my life boat
Through many an unpleasant strait
Safely and smoothly
Towards the other port
poem by Sathya Narayana
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Mom n dad
MOM AND DAD
If mom is the pleasure getting drenched in rain,
Then dad is the rain.
If mom is the eyes to look at the world,
Then dad is the mind to analyze the world.
If mom is the emotion behind every tear,
Then dad is the tear.
If mom is a feast,
Then dad is the reason behind the feast.
If mom in an interesting story,
Then dad is the centre theme.
If mom is the feeling being in love for first time,
Then dad is the first love.
If mom is the education of life,
Then dad is the aim of life.
If mom is a boss,
Then dad is the interview.
If mom is a heroine,
Then dad is a superhero.
AND
If mom is the best mother,
Then dad is the best husband.
poem by Kitz D Budding Poet
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Explorations: VI
Neither...nor
A predicament peculiar
To all
Given either...or
We fail to
Make a choice!
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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A Golden Sphere
A golden sphere is lifting up so slowly in the east,
The eye is looking towards it, and seeing such a feast,
Blazing with bands of colour, and giving a wondrous heat,
A view that to each observer, is something so complete.
The sphere goes on its journey, and starts slowly rising,
In different coloured guises, it begins such advertising,
Above the trees and fields, of this silent waiting land,
With a spectacle so splendid, so magnificent and grand.
A whole range of hues are seen, within this fiery glow,
Changing as the hours pass by, it then starts sinking low,
And if seen in splendid glory, is a wonderful imposing sight,
Out to the west, where it disappears into our moonlit night.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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The first seeding on the feast of All Saints and the last on the feast of Saint Andrew.