And I also see how this body influences external images: it gives back movement to them.
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I see plainly how external images influence the image that I call my body: they transmit movement to it.
quote by Henri Bergson
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The essential attribute of a new sense is, not the perception of external objects or influences which ordinarily do not act upon the senses, but that external causes should excite in it a new and peculiar kind of sensation different from all the sensations of our five senses.
quote by Johannes P. Muller
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Bondage is - subjection to external influences and internal negative thoughts and attitudes.
quote by W. Clement Stone
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As no outward motion or change, when normal, in man's external body can take place unless provoked by an inward impulse, given through one of the three functions named, so with the external or manifested Universe.
quote by H.P. Blavatsky
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Freaky
boy, you are a freak,
don't take it as a bad thing,
i like to be just as freaky,
i just don't show it,
the way you move your body,
and those images,
you put inside my head,
i will never look at a song,
the same way again,
it's a little scary,
i'm trying not to confuse my past,
with the present,
it hard to stay grounded,
so many images, and flashbacks,
it's like all the same,
until i take a step back,
i can see clearly,
this i want,
back than,
i didn't have a choice.
poem by Mona Martinez
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The digestive canal represents a tube passing through the entire organism and communicating with the external world, i.e. as it were the external surface of the body, but turned inwards and thus hidden in the organism.
quote by Ivan Pavlov
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The Role of Soul and Body
The soul and body are integrated
Who governs one’s ego, desire and traits?
Are genes the seat of the soul or body?
Who commits sins and perform virtues?
Who experiences the joy and sorrow?
It is not the soul alone that does them.
It is not the body alone that does them.
Soul and body together manifest
Like the flame and candle together burn.
The struggle of the internal force with
The external force is what we call life.
Our prayers and sacrifices have no sway.
Both are independent and unconcerned.
To sum up, there is only single soul
That runs through the entire living kingdom.
It never dies nor is born with deaths and births.
Its growth is bound by the external force.
The internal force is in continuation
To the external force, which is the God
They have their own agenda to perform.
Your prayers are irrelevant to them.
No soul exists or is reborn after death.
Sins and virtues are not to carry over.
Birth and death are internal occurrence.
To live is the motto of the living things..
15.01.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The role of soul and body.
The soul and body are integrated
Who governs one’s ego, desire and traits?
Are genes the seat of the soul or body?
Who commits sins and perform virtues?
Who experiences the joy and sorrow?
It is not the soul alone that does them.
It is not the body alone that does them.
Soul and body together manifest
Like the flame and candle together burn.
The struggle of the internal force with
The external force is what we call life.
Our prayers and sacrifices have no sway.
Forces are independent and unconcerned.
To sum up, there is only single soul
That runs through the entire living kingdom.
It never dies nor is born with deaths and births.
Its growth is bound by the external force.
The internal force is in continuation
To the external force, which is God
They have their own agenda to perform.
Your prayers are irrelevant to them.
No soul exists or is reborn after death.
Sins and virtues are not to carry over.
Birth and death are internal occurrence.
To live is the motto of the living things..
15.01.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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That is, we are bombarded by all kinds of images and influences and we have to fend some of them off if we're to take in any of them, or to carry through just our ordinary day's work, or really deepen whatever we have to do or say.
quote by Robert Jay Lifton
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Love Is The Movement
A day in L.A.
And millions of faces
Looking for movement
'Cause everything's stuck
And everything's frozen
And everyone's broken
And nobody moves
And everyone's scared
That the motion will never come
This is the incompletion
Stuck in a line
Love is the movement
Love is a revolution
This is redemption
We don't have to slow back down
The stars are alive
They dance to the music
Of the deepest emotion
And all of the world
Is singing in time
As the heavens are caving in
Mysterious ways
Why God gave His life
To put motion inside my soul
It's bigger than cold religion
It's bigger than life
Love is the movement
Love is a revolution
This is redemption
We don't have to slow back down
We're starting now
We're starting now
We're starting now
We don't have to slow back down
This is a revolution
This is a revolution
Love is the movement
Love is a revolution
This is redemption
We don't have to slow back down
Love is the movement
Love is a revolution
This is redemption
We don't have to slow back down
Love is the movement
Love is a revolution
This is redemption
We don't have to slow back down
song performed by by Switchfoot
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Images
I think images are worth repeating
Images repeated from a painting
Images taken from a painting
From a photo worth re-seeing
I love images worth repeating
Project them upon the ceiling
Multiply them with silk screening
See them with a different feeling
Images, oh, images
Images, oh, images
Some say images have no feeling
I think theres a deeper meaning
Mechanical precision or so its seeming
Instigates a cooler feeling
I love multiplicity of screenings
Things born anew display new meanings
I think images are worth repeating
And repeating and repeating
Images, oh, images
Images, images
Im no urban idiot savant
Spewing paint without any order
Im no sphinx, no mystery enigma
What I paint is very ordinary
I dont think Im old or modern
I dont think I think Im thinking
It doesnt matter what Im thinking
Its the images that are worth repeating
And repeating, oh, images
Images
If youre looking for a deeper meaning
Im as deep as this high ceiling
If you think technique is meaning
You might find me very simple
You might think that images boring
Cars and cans and chairs and flowers
You might find me personally boring
Hammer, sickle, mao tse tong
Mao tse tong
Ooohhh, images, images
Images
I think that it bears repeating
The images upon the ceiling
I love images worth repeating
And repeating and repeating
Images, images
Oh, images, oh, images
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Indelible Images
Idelible Images
That first day of school
That first friend
Indelible Images
That first play
That first fight
Idelible Images
That first graduation
That first car
Idelible Images
That first drunk
That first sober
Idelible Images
That first love
That first forget
Idelible Images
That first death
That first realization
Indelible Images
poem by Scott Tetreault
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Maradona, Maradona, Maradona…
This poem is dedicated to worldwide football fans.
Your left foot had the power
Of a great painter’s brush,
You made the football
To talk to your
Body’s changing moves.
Defenders all over the world
Tried to scare you, tackle you, fowl you,
Could they snatch your external body part,
A football?
You moved like a white lighting
In the dark cloud of opponent's defense;
Other strikers saw opponent's goal post,
You aimed to shoot there,
There was one word that fed you
In your entire football career –
Goal, goal, goal.
Not only Argentine fans
But football lovers worldwide
Were crazy because of you,
You were crazy for them, too.
You risked and sacrificed your body
For the enjoyment of millions of fans
Who saw unarguably best skills of
Dribbling and body movement
In entire football arena.
Some say, you are the football God,
Some say, you are the prince of football,
I say, you are a tiger
In white and Indigo stripes...
poem by Biswajit Ganguly
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I put together the influences of my life in as clear a way as I possibly can, in the same way that Beethoven or Schoenberg or Bach put their influences together.
Eyes Of Mr D (Part 1)
They took the cotton gauze away
from his closed eyes.
“You can open them now Mr D.”
He opened his eyes to see hazy figures there,
black and grey images, and nothing more.
A gentle and kind voice, asked him what he saw.
“Hazy images>“He replied.
“It will be like that for a little while,
and then they will begin to clear.”
Each day his sight got better, the
haze began to clear.
Then the colour came,
and a rainbow spectrum appeared before his eyes,
of things he could never see.
A light shone through his life,
of things he had never known.
A new awakening
with images to fit the sounds.
His mind began to wonder
where his new eyes had come from.
They were not allowed to tell him,
who the donor was or anything about them.
Finally, he was released from hospital.
He went back to his flat
where he had to learn again,
where everything was now that he could see.
He smiled at the white walking stick.
He would keep it as a reminder
of how lucky he was.
Sitting in his chair in the sunshine,
as it came through the window.
Then it happened.
It was as if he were in a dream.
The images lost their colour.
He was in a place he had never seen before.
Hands reached out around the neck,
of a face he could not see.
It seemed as if
they were strangling the life out of someone there.
The body struggled and then went limp.
On the body, falling, the face was now revealed.
A young pretty face
distorted in the throes of death.
poem by David Harris
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This record has a lot of influences that I'd love to cover, like Marvin Gaye and Earth, Wind and Fire. Maybe I'll do some covers of my major influences during my live show.
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Post Martem
Dided dead
Body....
For
Very simple
Surgery
Without
Anathishia....!
No any dignoses
Internal and
External body...!
The surgery
Was complite
Very very nice...!
With the
Dead body
Chapter close...!
Begin the murder
Of dead body
Chapter open
Newely born...
A crime story....!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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The nation demands a movement which has written upon its banner the internal and external national freedom that it will act as if it were the spiritual, social and political conscience of the nation.
quote by Franz von Papen
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The Concept of the Death
What is death? Why is it? Who causes it?
Living things are animated objects.
The dead are so when unanimated.
Cessation of animation is death.
Who terminates the animation:
The soul or the body? Neither of them.
The soul leaves not that the body decays.
The body decays not that the soul leaves.
Neither the body nor the soul promotes
The death nor do they desert each other.
They together succumb to the pressure
Exerted by the force present outside
Death happens when the matters break down
By accidents of the external force,
Or when they weaken from the external stress
Or when they are eaten by the predators.
The flame is to burn till the matter lasts,
The life is to run till the body lasts.
The flame is to die with no more matter.
The life is to cease with no more addition.
Degraded and disintegrated
By saprophytes at different stages,
The dead matters turn basic elements
And settle as inorganic matters.
The elements add to the growth of plants,
Plants to the growth of the herbivorous
And the herbivorous to the carnivorous
With the participation of the life force.
The drive of the life force is to survive
Against the pressure of the external force
The life force builds up the matter in growth
And when it could not, it dies with the matter
The plants and animals form a network
Trough which runs the life force, which is the soul,
Whose drive is to feed, grow and procreate.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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His Misadventure
He rushed towards me to cause the damage
His body was completely shaking in rage
I could notice uncontrollable movement in his chase
He lowered his fist to deliver the blow on face
I was amazed at sudden development
I was taken back when saw his movement
He may be driven by external situation
I failed to grasp reason for such an outrageous continuation
He stopped at little short of distance
I thought it might hit with force at once
But it did not strike too much of my surprise
At last moment he might have thought to devise
He was perturbed at my coolness
I was not here to oppose or make wild chase
Neither had I plan to ask for any clarification
Not shown gesture with any kind of inclination
I could well judge his temperament
He was by and large very adamant
Some drawbacks with his nature of dealing
I had no grudge for his feeling
He lost his control and felled on the ground
Uttered few words which seemed really sound
He had immediately sensed some danger
He tried to cool down and recovered from anger
I offered water and moved hand on his back
He was almost in tears with lot more things at stake
He felt shame and looked down with remorse
I tried to assuage his feelings and applied no force
Someone had planed him on me to score the level
But things proved contrary and did not go well
He had gathered enough of strength to malign
At an eleventh hour he failed in his attempt to align
I took no notice of his misadventure
But only advised him to be accurate and sure
Anything will misfire if lacked truth in intent
There is no other way left than to repent
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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