Well, I'm a light traveller. I chuck things away.
quote by Norman MacCaig
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The Crooked Stick
First Traveller: What's that lying in the dust?
Second Traveller: A crooked stick.
First Traveller: What's it worth, if you can trust to arithmetic?
Second Traveller: Isn't this a riddle?
First Traveller: No, a trick.
Second Traveller:It's worthless, leave it where it lies.
First Traveller: Wait; count ten;
Rub a little dust upon your eyes;
Now, look again.
Second Traveller: Well, and what the devil is it, then?
First Traveller: It's the sort of crooked stick that shepherds know.
Second Traveller: Someone's loss!
First Traveller: Bend it, and you make of it a bow.
Break it, a cross.
Second Traveller: But it's all grown over with moss!
poem by Elinor Morton Wylie
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Traveller
Traveller
Where did you come from?
Where are you going?
What do you have in your pack?
Traveller
Who are you travelling with?
Who is your enemy?
Who is your ally?
Traveller
Are you not tired?
Are you not lonely?
Are you not giving up?
Traveller
Can you tell me
where the dangerous roads are?
Can you tell me
where the safe roads are?
Can you tell me
where the harvests are?
Can you tell me
where the springs are?
Traveller
Up to where
will you be travelling?
Untill when
will you be travelling?
For whom
are you travelling?
Traveller
Who are you? ...
Traveller
Will you take me...
with you?
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Traveller handwarm
the lamb in the blood a traveller moonlit
the lamb in the blood a traveller sunlit
the lamb in the womb the sky spelled cloud
the walker in the mud a traveller lightless
the walker in the mud a traveller darkless
the walker in the lamb the sky spelled step
a silent road in the traveller's book
a silent road the traveller took
a silent road after a storm
a traveller path traveller handwarm
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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To Mistress Isabell Pennell
By Saint Mary, my lady,
Your mammy and your dady
Brought forth a goodly baby !
My maiden Isabel,
Reflaring rosabell,
The flagrant camamell,
The ruddy rosary,
The sovereign rosemary,
The pretty strawberry,
The columbine, the nepte,
The jeloffer well set,
The proper violet ;
Ennewëd your colowre
Is like the daisy flower
After the April shower ;
Star of the morrow gray,
The blossom on the spray,
The freshest flower of May :
Maidenly demure,
Of womanhood the lure ;
Wherefore I make you sure
It were an heavenly health,
It were and endless wealth,
A life for God himself,
To hear this nightingale
Among the birdës smale
Warbeling in the vale,—
Dug, dug, jug, jug,
Good year and good luck,
With chuck, chuck, chuck, chuck !
poem by John Skelton
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A good traveller is one who does not know where he is going to, and a perfect traveller does not know where he came from.
quote by Lin Yutang
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I was fortunate that I was at newspapers for eight years, where I wrote at least five or six stories every week. You get used to interviewing lots of different people about a lot of different things. And they aren't things you know about until you do the story.
quote by Chuck Klosterman
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I don't think they'd ever make a movie about Chuck Baker but I'd love to play Chuck Baker.
quote by Cillian Murphy
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Days Are Numbers
Chris rainbow - lead vocals
The traveller is always leaving town
He never has the time to turn around
And if the road hes taken isnt leading anywhere
He seems to be completely unaware
The traveller is always leaving home
The only kind of life hes ever known
When every moment seems to be
A race against the time
Theres always one more mountain left to climb
Days are numbers
Watch the stars
We can only see so far
Someday, youll know where you are
Remember
Days are numbers
Count the stars
We can only go so far
One day, youll know where you are
The traveller awaits the morning tide
He doesnt know whats on the other side
But something deep inside of him
Keeps telling him to go
He hasnt found a reason to say no
The traveller is only passing through
He cannot understand your point of view
Abandoning reality, unsure of what hell find
The traveller in me is close behind
Days are numbers
Watch the stars
We can only see so far
Someday, youll know where you are
Remember
Days are numbers
Count the stars
We can only go so far
One day, youll know where you are
song performed by by Alan Parsons Project
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Most people are good at too many things. And when you say someone is focused, more often than not what you actually mean is they're very narrow.
quote by Chuck Close
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Even though I wanted to experience all these things I was interested in, I couldn't get them. So I had to think critically and culturally about what was available.
quote by Chuck Klosterman
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The essays are different because ultimately it's things I'm interested in, and I'm really just writing about myself and using those subjects as a prism.
quote by Chuck Klosterman
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We may play in a contemporary rock vein, use standard bebop themes, and many other things besides.
quote by Chuck Mangione
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Curse Of The Traveller
On the restless road to nowhere
Theres no certain peace it seems
Desire to keep on moving
Till the river of dreams
Is it just because someone told you
Is it just because you found
Old freedom feels uneasy when duty is around
When allegiance asks the questions
Old freedom twists and turns
And chokes on codes of honour
On the sword of no return
And its the curse of the traveller
The curse of the traveller
Got a hold of me
And it wont let you be
And in sleepless nights
Youll call her name
And feel loneliness cold to the bone
And when the daylight breaks
This old tired heart aches
To be such a long way, such a long way from home
And you long for the harbourlights
But youll never be free
Of the craving for refuge
And the call of the sea
Always wanting to sell up
But always needing to buy
So till the road leads to somewhere
And that river runs dry
Its the curse of the traveller
Aint gonna let you be
The curse of the traveller
And it sure got a hold of me
song performed by by Chris Rea
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Human beings will line up for miles to buy a bucket of catastrophes, but don't try selling sunshine and light - you'll go broke.
quote by Chuck Jones
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There's not much in the way of written-down arrangements - just things that Gerry and I have worked out, from playing spontaneously together and hanging on to whatever seems to fall in right.
quote by Chuck Mangione
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Abroad to see wonders the traveller goes, And neglects the fine things which lie under his nose.
light-I Live By Light
I live by light
Was born seeing night and day
Colours bright and grey
Shape and form
Height and depth
Of things I knew.
I live by light Grew
Seeing family and friends
Scots and other peoples
War and peace
Experiencing joy fear
Of from
People I knew.
I live in light be
Seeing things that I do not 'see',
Things shown to me
Not by, but in the light
That light Knows me.
I love this light that shows me
What It 'Is'
And captures me
To make me be.
I fear this light
That clearest shows the way.
It calls me out of light
That I do know
To enter darkness
Where only It
Can glow.
poem by Mary Mc Creath
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The essays are very solipsistic and self-absorbed, I'm totally conscious of that. To me, book writing is fun, and I basically just write about things that are entertaining to myself.
quote by Chuck Klosterman
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We don't see the people who are doing real things getting enough props. We often see politicians who are everywhere but nowhere at the same goddamn time. You know the kind of person: You see them everywhere on television but nowhere in front of your face.
Chuck Negron Of Three Dog Night
Chuck Negron who I did meet
is really sincere and really sweet.
Chuck wrote "Three Dog Nightmare".
almost like one of Razel's "Frightmares"
It's about his drug addiction
& his word of hope
for anyone addicted to or strung out on dope.
I told him I wrote'Poems of
Inspiration and Recovery'
People who read them
can feel better with discovery.
My poems have words in them
like the word "pray".
These poems along with his book
where on display
in Hazelden Ctr. that very same day.
Chuck did sign my book to alias Suzae
Now buy it on Amazon or at
your local bookstore
it's worth every penny
and then some more.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on April 2nd 2011
www.suzae.com www.suechevalier.com
www.christinasunrise.com
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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