Elizabeth, Lady C, claims to be writing at the limits of language. Would it not be insulting to her if I were diligently to follow after her, explaining what she means but is not smart enough to say?
quote by J.M. Coetzee
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The limits of my language means the limits of my world.
quote by Ludwig Wittgenstein
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I believe that all poetry is formal in that it exists within limits, limits that are either inherited by tradition or limits that language itself imposes.
quote by Mark Strand
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I am afraid that the schools will prove the very gates of hell, unless they diligently labor in explaining the Holy Scriptures and engraving them in the heart of the youth.
quote by Martin Luther
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I Come Alive In Writing
I come alive in writing
Even if the writing means nothing to anyone else-
I come alive in writing
Even if I am totally deluding myself as to its value-
I come alive in writing
Even if at times while writing there is an underlying hopelessness and despair -
I come alive in writing
As if writing is what God has given me to do-
I come alive in writing
As if through it I can truly give to and help others-
I come alive in writing
As if life has meaning through it-
I come alive in writing
Even when I sense the writing is not good or great
As I would wish it to be.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Also, they don't understand - writing is language. The use of language. The language to create image, the language to create drama. It requires a skill of learning how to use language.
quote by John Milius
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The limits of my language mean the limits of my world.
Ludwig Wittgenstein in Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus (1922)
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The limits of my language mean the limits of my world.
quote by Ludwig Wittgenstein
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Tongue-suicide is not only the choice of children. It is common among the infantile heads of state and power merchants whose evacuated language leaves them with no access to what is left of their human instincts for they speak only to those who obey, or in order to force obedience. The systematic looting of language can be recognized by the tendency of its users to forgo its nuanced, complex, mid-wifery properties for menace and subjugation. Oppressive language does more than represent violence; it is violence; does more than represent the limits of knowledge; it limits knowledge. Whether it is obscuring state language or the faux-language of mindless media; whether it is the proud but calcified language of the academy or the commodity driven language of science; whether it is the malign language of law-without-ethics, or language designed for the estrangement of minorities, hiding its racist plunder in its literary cheek — it must be rejected, altered and exposed. It is the language that drinks blood, laps vulnerabilities, tucks its fascist boots under crinolines of respectability and patriotism as it moves relentlessly toward the bottom line and the bottomed-out mind. Sexist language, racist language, theistic language — all are typical of the policing languages of mastery, and cannot, do not permit new knowledge or encourage the mutual exchange of ideas.
quote by Toni Morrison
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Naughty You
You are not handsome but you are smart,
You are clever, you know how to flirt…
You are never seen with boy friends! !
You are always surrounded by your girlfriends…
You look good with a white shirt and jeans in blue,
When you like a lady, you know how to pass a clue…
You know how to talk, how to smile and how to look,
You know well for your next dating which lady to book?
Your mobile ring-tone attracts girl,
When you smile, your teeth looks like fresh white pearl…
Sometimes you act over smart, sometime you act like a fool,
But you know how to handle more than a lady, you are very cool…
poem by Sumita Datta
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Dude
Cruised into a bar on the shore
Her picture graced a grime on his door
She a long lost love at first sight
Baby, mabye you're wrong
But you know it's all right - that's right
Back stage we're having the time
Of our lives until somebody says
'forgive me if i seem out of line'
Then she whipped out a gun
Tried to blow me away
(chorus)
Dude looks like a lady
Dude looks like a lady
Dude looks like a lady
Dude looks like a lady
So never judge a book by its cover
Or who you gonna love by your lover
Love put me wise to her love in disguise
She had the body of a venus
Lord, imagine my surprise
(chorus)
(baby let me follow you down)
Let me take a peak dear
(baby let me follow you down)
Do me, do me, do me all night
(baby let me follow you down)
Turn the other cheek dear
(baby let me follow you down)
Do me, do me, do me, sue me
What a funky lady
Oh, she like it, like it, like it, like it
Oh, he was a lady
(repeat chorus)
song performed by by Aerosmith
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My writing, like everything I do, comes profoundly from my heart. I believe that if you follow your heart you will be successful in one way or another. Old-fashioned as that might sound, the philosophy is true.
quote by Kim Elizabeth
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I ascribe a basic importance to the phenomenon of language. To speak means to be in a position to use a certain syntax, to grasp the morphology of this or that language, but it means above all to assume a culture, to support the weight of a civilization.
quote by Frantz Fanon
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No Thanks! !
There is no way I’d like to be
somebody else: I quite like me.
I’ll never be a household name
but I am happy just the same.
Content to be ordinary
by no means a celebrity.
I have no wish to seek great fame
to me that is a foolish game.
I know my limits and accept.
I have no reason to expect,
that Lady Luck will smile on me
There is no reason I can see.
Why she should, although she could
or so I’ve always understood
The lady’s known for her caprice.
Although she does not always please
the person who she singles out.
Although entertains no doubt
I only hope she won’t choose me
I’m happy to be ordinary.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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It's a lot easier to see, at least in some cases, what the long-term limits of the possible will be, because they depend on natural law. But it's much harder to see just what path we will follow in heading toward those limits.
quote by K. Eric Drexler
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The Language Poets are writing only about language itself. The Ashbery poets are writing only about poetry itself. That seems to me a kind of dead end.
quote by Robert Morgan
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Writing fiction, there are no limits to what you write as long as it increases the value of the paper you are writing on.
quote by Buddy Ebsen
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Recap:
Diminished to limits.
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Diminished to limits.
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Diminished to limits.
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Diminished to limits.
Diminished to limits.
Diminished to limits.
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Diminished to limits.
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Diminished to limits.
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Diminished to limits.
Diminished to limits.
Diminished to limits.
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Demographics had established,
The success and conditions...
Of a targeted marketing.
To direct effective hype,
Among those selected to be chosen.
Those days have faded away,
From the land of steady habits.
And drift as nomads depleted of funds,
Are those unable to repay for a credited feasting done.
And elimination of debits wished,
Increase and do not leave.
So those rush away in the kicking up of dust...
With tears from their eyes drippimg as they weep.
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Those enforced to be meek and weak,
Are solicited to exhaust their kept treasures.
In the hopes of prolonging,
The ones addicted to feeding themselves selfishly.
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Conditions for optimistic change gone ignored has past.
This can not be restored to those celebrating,
In the hopes to inflict upon others their will.
Closed are those doors.
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The ones found designing deceitful traps,
Have become entrapped.
Their ways have not a dividend saved...
For them to expect a profit that is returned.
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Within their own borders...
They become crazed!
Diminished to limits.
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Diminished to limits.
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Diminished to limits.
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Diminished to limits.
Diminished to limits.
Diminished to limits.
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Diminished to limits.
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Diminished to limits.
Diminished to limits.
Diminished to limits.
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But a tired retreading,
Just wont allow that.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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N1
finally you find what
discarding means
they choose themselves
and talk the language they have
chosen
you do not walk your talk
you cling to the sound
of your heart
you follow the light within
you invent your own language now
like no parrot
happily you wade in your own
water
traverse your own territory
silently
you will find yourself
among the rocks
and pebbles
each unique
each undiagnosable
there is joy
in every color
hilarity in every
damnation
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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swr Raleigh Married Elizabeth Throckmorton Secretly
Raleigh sly got a prize lady-in-waiting pregnant
married beloved Elizabeth Throckmorton secretly
one of monarch Queen Elizabeth's ladies-in-waiting
without Queen Elizabeth I's permission in 1591
husband wife were sent to the Tower of London.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Busy Work For Cupid
Computer savvy means a nerd
and book-smart may imply that you’re life-stupid;
when sex is a forbidden word
romantic makes mere busy work for Cupid.
Get kissed, get wild, and get a life,
and write a lot in college while you’re schoolish,
and if you are romantic with your wife
and sexy, when you’re published don’t look foolish.
Suzy Welch writes about Kaavya Viswanathan’s plagiarizing book “How Opal Mehta Got Kissed, Got Wild, and Got a Life, ” in “How Kaavya Viswanathan” (WSJ, May 3,2006) :
Opal is book-smart but life-stupid…In the best case, fact will follow fiction again. Kaavya, who has apologized repeatedly, will grow still more, recover, and return to write a real book. Perhaps it will offer some hard-earned wisdom: that writing may be for the young and foolish, but publishing is not.
5/3/06
poem by Gershon Hepner
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