Correspondences are like small clothes before the invention of suspenders; it is impossible to keep them up.
quote by Sydney Smith
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Impossible
If they had ever told me how sweet a kiss could be
I would have said impossible, impossible for me
And if they said Id find you beyond the rainbows end
I would have said impossible, impossible, my friend
To dream about what might have been
Is strange enough for me
But now it seems Im living in
A dream too beautiful to be
If they had said a moonbeam could calm a stormy sea
I would have said impossible but now at last I see
That nothing is impossible if you are here with me
I would have said impossible but now at last I see
That nothing is impossible if you are here with me
song performed by by Nat King Cole, music by Steve Allen, lyrics by Steve Allen (1956)
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Why Do I Wear Red Suspenders?
My red suspenders –
Red—
Not the scarlet red
of the used-up, spent blood
of the veins,
but crimson—
the bright-red oxygen saturated
arterial liquid of life.-
That link to consciousness
and stimulant of existence.
As blood supports my life,
those braces, those garters,
those hangers, those supporters,
those suspensories,
those Red Suspenders—
help cover my nakedness
as the God-made garment covered Adam.
And so the mundane, the ridiculous,
becomes profound.
poem by Fred Babbin
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In other words, what is supposedly found is an invention whose inventor is unaware of his act of invention, who considers it as something that exists independently of him; the invention then becomes the basis of his world view and actions.
quote by Paul Watzlawick
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First Straw
Oh a whole new way of looking at things
The way you react to phone rings
The way it feels when you just let it flow
Sometimes I wonder just how it could be
You take every bit before we see it off the rails
I think that you should know
You never cease to amaze me
You keep me from going crazy
And that's one thing I know for sure
Sometimes I see just how it all will be
Take every bit it's so easy the first straw
And this I know for sure
The first straw
So small it seemed impossible
The next straw
Vanished like shooting stars that fall
The last straw
There's no reason for getting there at all
Yeah
No reason to take it there at all
Yeah
The last straw can land in your mix
Your best day could be apocalypse
Nobody pay attention to the first straw
It seems the last one is all we ever saw
The first straw's a metaphore I pick up myself
It tells me something by showing me something else
I think that you should know
The first straw
So small it seemed impossible
The next straw
Vanished like shooting stars that fall
The last straw
There's no reason for getting there at all
Yeah
No reason to take it there at all
Yeah
Everyone reacts when it gets to the weight of breaking their back
I won't let that be us cause the long side never gave back
Yeah
The first straw
So small it seemed impossible
The next straw
Vanished like shooting stars that fall
The last straw
There's no reason for getting there at all
Yeah
The first straw
So small it seemed impossible
The next straw
Vanished like shooting stars that fall
The last straw
There's no reason for getting there at all
Yeah
song performed by by 311
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It's Impossible
It's impossible to tell the sun to leave the sky,
It's just impossible.
It's impossible to ask a baby not to cry,
It's just impossible.
Can I hold you closer to me
And not feel you going through me,
But the second that I never think of you?
Oh, how impossible.
Can the ocean keep from rushing to the shore?
It's just impossible.
If I had you could I ever ask for more?
It's just impossible.
And tomorrow, should you ask me for the world
Somehow I'd get it, I would sell my very soul
And not regret it for to live without your love
Is just impossible
Can the ocean keep from rushing to the shore?
It's just impossible.
If I had you could I ever ask for more?
It's just impossible.
And tomorrow, should you ask me for the world
Somehow I'd get it, I would sell my very soul
And not regret it for to live without your love
Is just impossible
Oh impossible,
Impossible.
Impossible.
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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An Ode to Dreaming
An Ode to Dreaming
Dreaming
Everybody needs a dream
Everybody needs to dream
Dreaming
Lets you be everything
You want to be
Lets you do everything
You want to do
Dreaming
Frees you
From yourself
Frees
Your mind
Body
Soul
From everything
Dreaming
Lets you do anything
Be anything
See anything
Create anything
Some people even say
Dreaming
Lets you do the impossible
But nothing is impossible
You can do it
Every invention
Every creation
Every idea anyone ever had
Started with
A dream.
The market is not an invention of capitalism. It has existed for centuries. It is an invention of civilization.
quote by Mikhail Gorbachev (8 June 1990)
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Art is an invention of aesthetics, which in turn is an invention of philosophers... What we call art is a game.
quote by Octavio Paz
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'Art' is an invention of aesthetics, which in turn is an invention of philosophers. What we call art is a game.
quote by Octavio Paz
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Heredity is a strong factor, even in architecture. Necessity first mothered invention. Now invention has little ones of her own, and they look just like grandma.
quote by E.B. White
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Painting is not for me either decorative amusement, or the plastic invention of felt reality; it must be every time: invention, discovery, revelation.
That is to say, epic poetry has been invented many times and independently; but, as the needs which prompted the invention have been broadly similar, so the invention itself has been.
quote by Lascelles Abercrombie
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I see architecture not as Gropius did, as a moral venture, as truth, but as invention, in the same way that poetry or music or painting is invention.
quote by Michael Graves
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Who Knows Where In This Impossible Life
WHO KNOWS WHERE IN THIS IMPOSSIBLE LIFE
Who knows where in this impossible life
Another poem may come from?
And why in this endless mixture of meaning and meaninglessness,
Should come suddenly
A flash of Beauty -
Which forever reminds
That we are from God,
And returning to God,
And never to be in our end without God-
And all that we are is that transition
From God to God,
Which we will never understand-
We being only
Small and human and lost and sad,
And not and never God at all.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I don't think necessity is the mother of invention - invention, in my opinion, arises directly from idleness, possibly also from laziness. To save oneself trouble.
quote by Agatha Christie
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I don't think necessity is the mother of invention. Invention, in my opinion, arises directly from idleness, possibly also from laziness - to save oneself trouble.
quote by Agatha Christie
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Rock N Roll Woman
(myles goodwyn)
Published by goody two tunes, inc. - bmi
Get ready baby, when things start to move
Stand out the way, yeah, when she starts to groan
Shes livin her live just as much as she can
Just her and the music of a rock and roll band
Its music that takes her away nearly every day
No folkie, no, is gonna make her feel good
That blue grass music just dont do what it should
That classical gas stuff, well it dont mean a thing
Cause shes only happy in a rock and roll scene
Its the music that takes her away
And the feelin that gets her near most every day
Shes a rock and roll kinda woman
Shes definitely one of a kind, she is
With her neon suspenders, yeah
Sure nuff blows my mind
Rock steady baby, just a keep a movin on
You gotta dance to the music till the musics all gone
And its special, that feelin, that comes over you
And youre stompin your feet and there aint nothin you can do
Its the music that takes her away
She cant stand still when the boys start to play
Cause shes a rock and roll kinda woman
Strictly one of a kind, she is
With her neon suspenders, yeah
Sure nuff blows my mind
Its the music that takes her away
She cant stand still when the boys start to play
Cause shes a rock and roll kinda woman, yeah
Strictly one of a kind, she is
With her neon suspenders, yeah
Sure nuff blows my mind
Shes a rock and roll kinda woman, yeah
Strictly one of a kind, she is
With her neon suspenders, yeah
Sure nuff blows my mind
Alright, come on, do it baby
It feels good, dont care what nobody says
song performed by by April Wine
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My Inventions
My invention carries grim events,
At last the night has observed a rest;
To me you sound like my invention,
Opening of pages, closing of books.
These families of words rest and relax
Like the inhalation of the air by the lungs.
My heart has twitched and feared
From the slight whispers and customs.
My invention is sweet for the eyes of the public,
My inventions improve by the day.
My inventions cause us to be substances
So pure and lovely, to the touch and taste,
But do not just smell or sniff,
Also care for the people who are inventing.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Venerable Stones
In the great house of the master stones
are venerable, and those we cast are often
cast only in a brave attempt to soften
the blows cast on our house, our pride, a clone.
The correspondences to all are clear
because our stones, just like our paradigms,
are copies of the master’s, as sincere,
but little more than prose we gild with rhymes.
David Orr reviews Helen Vendler’s “Our Secret Discipline: Yeats and Lyric Form” (“Vendler’s Yeats, ” NYT Book Review, May 11,2008) :
If “Our Secret Discipline” isn’t as strong as it could be, it’s because Vendler has thought deeply about Yeats’s use of form, but not about form apart from Yeats. And this isn’t surprising, really. Her great strength has always been her close reading of individual poets. If that causes her occasionally to find correspondences that don’t exist, well, what steward hasn’t wanted to find a world perfected in the venerable stones of the master’s great house?
5/11/08
poem by Gershon Hepner
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Washing Machine Albeit So Weird
I do not trust the long rinse and spin cycle of the
washing machine, loud and insane, scrunch up
the washing, making careful hanging to obviate
ironing impossible; I always interfere in rinsing-
spinning since washing machines have been
designed by demons bent on torturing humans
My distrust of all kinds of machines; except my
adorable laptop who takes every word it is fed
and returns it to me in the script I like; led to my
never using a dishwasher, an evil device that
runs in unfathomable cycles driving me crazy
with uncertainty about objects and motives
And degree of cleanliness; therefore I turn the
kitchen radio to Radio Pretoria (because they
play German music, the bedroom radio stays
tuned to FM Classic, TV alternating between
Nat Geo Wild and Deutsche Welle while the
big screen TV remains on sports channels)
And wash the dishes by hand; - I forgot to
add detergent when washing Tiaan’s dusty
clothes two washes ago, somehow I hold an
irrational belief washing should require little
detergent if any– and the washing machine
did not remind me – hah! – point is
While it is impossible to wash by hand, my
wrists go numb as I scrub and twist - the
washing machine is a strange invention
that refuses to wash in a way I can
understand - but I shall always use
it, albeit so weird…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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