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I love the line of Flaubert about observing things very intensely. I think our duty as writers begins not with our own feelings, but with the powers of observing.
quote by Mary Oliver
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The best preparation for acting is life -- observing life and people and observing yourself. All that becomes your library. So when you have to research a part, a scene or an emotion, you go into the library and get what you need.
quote by Kate Capshaw
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Observing humans and observing oneself yields a clear-minded starting point for literature.
quote by Gao Xingjian
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The observer, when he seems to himself to be observing a stone, is really, if physics is to be believed, observing the effects of the stone upon himself.
quote by Bertrand Russell
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I love reading people. I really enjoy watching, observing, and being able to figure out a person, the reason they wore that dress, the reason they smell the way they do.
I like to think I'm a listener, and I'm fascinated by observing people - I suppose you just lock that in.
quote by Amanda Burton
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Waiting Game
On a golden autumn day returning
Where each moment never is the same
Sometimes pure joy it comes with patience
When Im waiting on, waiting game
When Im waiting on, waiting game
There must be reason for all this inaction
Does it mean that everything must change
Sometimes Im looking for perfection
When Im waiting on, waiting game
When Im waiting on, waiting game
I am the observer who is observing
I am the brother of this snake
I am the serpent filled with venom
A God of love and a God of hate
There is a presence deep within you
Sometimes they call it higher flame
And the leaves come tumbling down, remember
Ill be waiting on, waiting game
Ill be waiting on, waiting game
I am the observer who is observing
I am the brother of this snake
I am the serpent filled with venom
A God of love and a God of hate
There is a presence deep within you
Some people call it higher power in flame
When the leaves come tumbling down, remember
Ill be waiting on, waiting game
Ill be waiting on, waiting game.....
song performed by by Van Morrison
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In the Dark I Sit
In the dark I sit
A picture on the wall
Eyes staring observing me
Talks to me tells me I’m valueless
A nothing a nobody
I yell at it tell it to stop
But it just ignores me
In the dark I sit
A picture on the wall
Eyes staring observing me
Talks to me tells me I’m valueless
I’m nothing a nobody
I try to ignore it I try to block out the voices
But I have to give in
In the dark I sir
A picture on the wall
Eyes staring observing me
Talks to me tells me I’m valueless
I’m nothing a nobody
I try not to listen try to deny it
But it speaks the truth
In the dark I sit
A picture on the wall
Eyes staring observing me
Talks to me tells me I’m valueless
A nothing a nobody
I begin to believe it begin to listen to the voice
But then I realize they come from within
In the dark I sit
A picture on the wall
Eyes shut now dead now
No longer speaks to me the picture is worthless
A nothing a nobody
It’s finally quite it’s finally peaceful
But now it’s just dark
poem by Eboni Paul
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Life Is Truly Like A Stage
If we filmed all our lives,
Would people watch us as we cry,
Would people listen to our lies,
Would people sorrow as we die?
If our stories were to be told,
Would people let the stories unfold,
Would people notice us be so bold,
Would people love us as we grow?
If our lives were to intertwine,
Would people drink it as a wine,
Would people lurk as we shine,
Would people sit as we dine?
If we had a song to sing,
Would people listen to everything,
Would people know our love is like a ring,
Would people know you are my queen?
If we all had an undying love,
Would people let it fly like a dove,
Would people turn to the gods above,
Would people know of our true love?
If I had one thing to give,
Would people know your love is why I live,
Would people know the joy, to me, you give,
Would people know for your love I'd jump a cliff?
If you had one thing to take,
It would be my soul so great,
Now that people know my fate,
It is that my love for you came too late.
poem by Matthew Jenkins
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Trying To Hide The Evidence
The one thing that is disturbing,
About observing ignorance...
Is the time people spend,
Denying with a hiding of the evidence.
And defending it and themselves,
By doing the best they can to protect it...
From being criticized by those believed,
Are enemies...
Making attempts to take it away from them.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The great advantage of being a writer is that you can spy on people. You're there, listening to every word, but part of you is observing. Everything is useful to a writer, you see - every scrap, even the longest and most boring of luncheon parties.
quote by Graham Greene
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Peeking From Behind Trees
You are someone who likes to run and hide,
While being chased through the wilderness.
And peeking from behind trees to see who follows.
I am someone who likes a good sandwich,
As I sit quietly in the park to eat undisturbed...
Observing people making fools of themselves.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Revival
People can you feel it? love is everywhere.
People can you hear it? love is in the air.
Were in a revolution. dont you know were right.
Everyone is singing. yeah! therell be no one to fight.
People can you feel it? love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? love is everywhere.
Love is everywhere.
Love is everywhere.
Love is everywhere.
Love is everywhere.
Love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? love is everywhere.
song performed by by Allman Brothers Band, music by Dickey Betts
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Your Giving Is Not Anonymous
It isn't easy to admit,
To witness what is apparent and seen...
The moment it is delivered.
Although it may be invisible to those who have chosen,
To dismiss it as fast as the passing of gas.
But the one observing it done,
Knows exactly who did it and where it came from.
'At least you should have the courtesy,
To say 'excuse me'.'
~Why?
I don't smell a thing.~
'Then how do you know what has been done?
And don't try to sneak away from that one.
Or look at me as if I did it.
Trust me...
Your giving is not anonymous.'
~You have experience at being annoying,
Don't you? ~
'Thanks to people like you,
I am getting there.'
~Now you have everyone looking at me! ~
'And you don't think they should? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Variations of Love
The universe has
Germinated from love.
Yet to define
We find it
Pretty tuff.
Some people find love
Juicey and sweet,
That's why they grab it,
And never try to quit.
To someone
Love means sour,
Some people find it
As untouchable tower.
Some people define love
Tasteless and bitter,
They just sleep lazy
Like lotus eater.
Some people define love
As combinations of all,
Either manage them smoothly
Or, let it fall.
Some people for love
Ready to die,
To get love
some people
Even don't try.
For love some people
Even become fool,
Some people for success
Use it as effective tool.
Love to me is
Like the invisible air,
That can be felt
And drags her near.
poem by Uttam Biswas
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A Asome Poem About PEOPLE
Some people
Care about you, some people
Don’t care,
Make fun of you and walk away,
Some people,
Run past, some people
Hand you presents,
Give you a pat on the back,
Some people
You love, some people
You don’t know
Some people, some people,
You do,
Some people
You notice, some people
Eat cauliflower, some people
Are teenagers,
Some people walk to restaurants,
Sit down at the counter,
Eat there food, through it at
People,
Some people never notice you,
Some people always look, some people
Want to take you away, some people
Will never exist
Some people are other people; some people are you, some people
Die ever second,
Some people are you
poem by Annie Nosich
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For Those Observing
Easily manipulated,
We.
People who suspect truth,
And receive deceit...
Gleefully!
Attacked by desires hyped on TV.
Believing in the spice of variety.
With the dismissal of devotion,
Patience and/or loyalty.
We are just not into it at all.
Not in these days,
When disrespect is the rage.
And being crazed,
Is the epidemic no one seems to fear.
That is clear...
For those observing.
And keeping recommendations,
In their own survival kits!
Easily manipulated,
We.
People who suspect truth,
And receive deceit...
Gleefully!
People have become entertained,
By their own demise.
And victimize those who attempt to stop them.
As if cocained!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Romantic conversation
Only the darkness heard the words
of two spectre figures
in the old bushy park
where they stood whispering
under a silver moon
right next to a pond
and anybody watching
would only hear the rustle of the wind
or would maybe see a shadow appearing here and there
but their conversation was about the passion,
wild joy and ecstasy
that had burned between them at a time
and focussed on a wonderful time
where sunny days stretched out
as if they could last eternally
where falling in love and love
brought new meaning to life
and where something indescribable is between people
and I was caught there,
to pieces of my own life
that I was observing
and hope that you still are remembering
that time to which
my memories are still clinging.
[Reference: Colloque sentimental by Paul Verlaine.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Up On The Beat and Rhythms
Those validating a physicality,
As the utmost reality in their heads.
Are not into conversation.
They are seeking,
The next place to be seen.
Uncomfortable they are,
With themselves.
Or with an invisible presence,
Observing their every move.
Like the sense one gets,
When The Almighty pays...
An unannounced visit.
So...
These people choose,
Not to be alone for too long!
They want to be considered as...
Hip and with it peeps,
Up on the beat and rhythms.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is More to Being This Blind
Look at one.
Then to the other.
One does not have to say...
They represent change.
That should be obvious!
Unless, of course...
Someone is in need of a 'cane'
To determine,
They can not see!
Since they are sightless.
And the light is too bright...
To reveal enlightened qualities!
And one comes forward and has stated...
Having had an experience,
They are better suited to deliver as foreseen.
After years of observing,
The needs of the people on the scene.
The very same people,
Whose quality of life has long been demeaned.
And one wishing to be selected,
To prove what is needed can be done...
States there is an advantage,
To have lived longer than the other one.
And the one younger...
Has rolled up sleeves and hands of dirt.
Proving to be the one not afraid of work!
There is much more to being this blind,
Than meets the eye!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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