Abandoning the project was incredibly stressful after having gone through the process of building the room, installing the kiln, collecting the stones, sitting with the kiln day and night as it came to temperature, experiencing the failures.
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If you lived the doubles, as I did, which was very stressful, you are sitting down in a chair experiencing a match without being able to hold a racquet in your hands.
quote by Guy Forget
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Hot Kiln
He shouts “Help me everyone
Come on! I’m in a kiln
Burning is my bare skin! ”
Further whines and complains
“Don’t you have compassion?
For a suffering fellow-man”
A Wiseman explains, “Well!
That’s your hand-made hearth
Smouldering in it are fuels
Raw, rough and cruel charcoals
You dug out from darkest
Corners of your heart and
Piled out around in your life
Lust, greed and great anger
Envy, passion and dirty conceit
All ensembled to blaze hellfires
In your hollow mind furnace
To pull you out: there’s none
A friend can wipe your tears
As an act of mere solace
Even God on your prayers
Can give you only strength
To endure this scorching pain
To pull you out there’s none! !
The man in woebegone kiln
Shouts again “What’s the solution? ”
Wiseman smiled and advised
“It’s simple my dear friend
Stand up and just walk out”
poem by Sathya Narayana
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Once the fired stone is out of the kiln, it is still possible to mentally reconstruct it in its original form.
quote by Andy Goldsworthy
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The Farmer and His Carabao
Sitting on a saddle-like mounted stones,
Watching the river runs gently yonder,
Wondrous, countless, tiny whirlpools,
Sublimely caught his eyes to ponder;
Alone, he sees, he hears nothing but
To himself as high as the bird flown,
To charcoaled stem of a dead tree, it sat,
Mimicked all noises if he had not known;
Under that tree, his carabao rests in a paddle,
Snorting and snoozing on his muddy cradle,
But his master came to drag him out again,
So he rose without a splash of complain.
Back and forth, he and his master worked on,
To an acre of land that this man only owned,
As they labored together, time didn’t matter,
‘Till the summons of the night ruled thereafter.
Like a glowing star afar from the moonlight spot,
A kerosene lamp lit by the window of cogon hut,
While the son’s fueling a kiln to steam a pot of rice,
The farmer and his carabao made home without sighs.
poem by Efren Petalver Carranza
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Unblaming
Can you see the smoke
coming from
the brick kiln?
The finches
were jumping into firepit
one by one.
To enlarge―
the space between groping
and assault.
There was no need
to start an uproar
about pungent―
black forest of silences.
A face is suspended in midair.
That simply was not there.
poem by Satish Verma
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History, Science, and Math in Geography
Please let your brevity light open wide
And help those ten fingers do his math
He's a digit off to divide
The light of his way
Into a room full of dreams
Who he should become?
The man who raised him
The man who was his doctor
His teacher, his father
You see! When you lived far from the city
Science did not explain the flow of light
To a child... once upon a time
Imagination
Of a mother he didn't have
He hears who he lost
Dearly but no fear
Feeling her presence around
Solace of darkness
How to cook a pot of rice?
And the lamp showed the flow of light
To fire woods in the kiln
Thus, the flow of eight siblings,
It too explained
The History of population's growth
In the barrio
Among neighborhoods
He learned it somehow
When kerosene lamp is off
They do Math at night
poem by Efren Petalver Carranza
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It doesn't make a difference what temperature a room is, it's always room temperature.
quote by Steven Wright
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The Ravaged Villa
In shards the sylvan vases lie,
Their links of dance undone,
And brambles wither by thy brim,
Choked fountain of the sun!
The spider in the laurel spins,
The weed exiles the flower:
And, flung to kiln, Apollo's bust
Makes lime for Mammon's tower.
poem by Herman Melville
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Failures
When failures come, oh, do not fret;
For failures, you must not regret;
Through failures, one can turn perfect,
As failure isn’t a great defect!
Each failure gives us chance again;
Through failures, we have much to gain;
So, failures are a boon, not bane;
Yes, failures make a man much sane!
All cannot win in life always;
Set-backs do come to us some days;
With failures, one makes strong a base;
Our failures bestow bolder face!
With failures come, added wisdom;
’Tis hard to hold a large kingdom;
Failures in life are much welcome,
As successes will always come.
Failures help us to love God more;
Failures are winning signs in core;
Failures can open newer door;
Failures can take us to the fore!
Which man on earth had always won?
With rain, there comes a brighter sun;
With failures, one can have much fun;
Failures aid us to faster run!
Failures can help us fare better;
Failures aren’t man’s strongest fetter;
Failures are just a trend-setter;
Failures make us a win-getter!
By failures, one can stop awhile;
Through failures, you run longer mile;
Failures do not remain life’s bile;
Failures help us finish in style!
Failures help us see truth again;
Failures remove the pride and feign;
Failures help us take newer lane;
Failures help us win in the main!
Through failures, we begin again,
And success smiles, easing out pain!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-17-2010
poem by John Celes
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It doesn't matter what temperature the room is, it's always room temperature.
quote by Steven Wright
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Your Simply The Best: Clay To Porcelain Furnace Glaze
as a hungry baby I will need many oysters
to feed you upon pearls of wisdom choices
neither angel nor saint we animate clay models
little gods in mud we were made for transcendence
kiln fired watertight colouration fixed shiny figurines
Inspired by the poem ‘Confession’ by Miroslava Odalovic.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Carry You
green river flows
like grass melting
later it will run black
down its track
into an ocean
she stans on the bridge
dimlight on her back
someday
I will carry you...
I want to float higher
above waves of electric wires
stare down onto the street
see a drunk with kiln-glazed eyes
tell me about the girl I should meet
someday
I will carry you...
song performed by by Dispatch from Who Are We Living For?
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This Process
This process.
As difficult as it is,
Gives an ease that seems to flow.
There is a representation that creates an image.
And that picture painted,
Allows what is in one mind to another show.
This process can also deliver emotions as well.
And the skill of it,
Can bring hardened eyes to soften with tears.
This process can even produce a fear.
With a rushing done by someone stunned,
To run from room to room...
With the turning on of every light,
With something firmly tight held near.
This process can invite those feelings of love.
And melt a cold shoulder.
Or...
Even heat a flame under burning sheets.
This process can also get extremely tired.
With a nodding of a process,
That introduces...
Sleep!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All You Want
I'd like to watch you sleep at night
to hear you breathe by my side
And though sleep leaves me behind
there's nowhere I'd rather be
And now our bed is oh so cold
my hands feel empty
no one to hold
I can sleep what side I want
It's not the same with you gone
Oh if you'd come home
I'll let you know that
All you want
Is right here in this room
All you need
Is sitting here with you
All you want
It's been three years
One night apart
but in that night you tore my heart
If only you had slept alone
If those seeds had not been sown
Oh you could come home and you would know that
All you want
Is right here in this room
All you need
Is sitting here with you
All you want
I hear your key turning in the door
I won't be hearing that sound anymore
And you and your sin
can leave the way you just came in
send my regards to her
I hope you've found that
All you want
Is right there in that room
All you need
Is sitting there with you
All you want
I'd like to watch you sleep at night
to hear you breathe by my side
song performed by by Dido from No Angel
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Bottom
Lift your head up from the clouds
I know that you're shaking
Breaking down
How could you leave me
Garbage can
Never want to be your understand
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Lord can you help me get this weight off my shoulders
Can you help me I think I'm getting older
The pain that you left me deep within
How can I live living in sin
And you know that I've tried
And you know
Lord knows I've tried every day of my life
Sitting at the bottom, sitting at the bottom with you
Sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom, sitting at the bottom
How many times I gotta say
That you're never ever gonna get your way
Down in the gutter as I decay
Where you gonna leave me
Let me be
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me understand
And you know that I've tried
Don't you know
Lord knows I've tried every day of my life
Sitting at the bottom, I'm sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom with you
Now I'm sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom, sitting at the bottom with you
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Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words will never hurt me
[x2]
Sticks and stones breaking my bones
No your words aren't never gonna hurt me
And you know that I've tried
And you know
Lord knows I've tried every day of my life
Sitting at the bottom, sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom with you
Now i'm sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom with you
song performed by by Puddle Of Mudd
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Temperature
My baby gimme high temperature
My baby gimme high temperature
Yeah... 101 when we... kiss and dance
102 honey... for a late night romance
103... 4 and 5... it get to hot to stay alive
My baby gimme high temperature
My baby gimme high temperature
When I see her comin\'... down the street
I be the fever giver... high to the beat
103... 4 and 5... it get to hot to stay alive
My baby gimme high temperature
My baby gimme high temperature
97... 98 is just a... false alarm
My temperature 105 when I hold her... in my arms
103... 4 and 5... it get to hot to stay alive
song performed by by Aerosmith
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Courtsey
How long shall I impress?
With this expressive silence
I am not of the age to hide
Anything, anymore
Of this biting void
Nor you are a new-born
To treat my dumb dialect
As an unintelligible jargon
My love is still alive in spite of
This agonizing stand off
Like a glowing cinder
Burning in my heart’s kiln
Douse it with unkindly grouse
Or kindle it with a billet-doux
I am simply at your mercy
Waiting keen for your haughty courtesy
poem by Sathya Narayana
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Each of The Peninsulas
Wearing a baseball cap to
Disguise identity,
You stood barefoot
In the shade
Cast from the nude
Lamps of the
Trailerpark;
But you grew up and
Were blessed with all the
Amphibians
That crowded the stadium
And sang through the
Rains
That united the cats,
Collecting them in the cinderblocks
With the moths
Where we perennially
Sold Christmas trees
With the Mexicans- your
Uncle amongst them-
Making love to other women,
Carolling and sending the
Zygotes to the chimneys- until
He understood that there
Was nothing that
Could not be loved by him-
Abandoning his loneliness to
His wife and children,
And caressing each of the
Peninsulas that were
As close and as easy for him as
Stepping stones.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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