The past itself, as historical change continues to accelerate, has become the most surreal of subjects -- making it possible to see a new beauty in what is vanishing.
quote by Susan Sontag
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The past itself, as historical change continues to accelerate, has become the most surreal of subjects - making it possible... to see a new beauty in what is vanishing.
quote by Susan Sontag
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A modern theory of knowledge which takes account of the relational as distinct from the merely relative character of all historical knowledge must start with the assumption that there are spheres of thought in which it is impossible to conceive of absolute truth existing independently of the values and position of the subject and unrelated to the social context. Even a god could not formulate a proposition on historical subjects like 2 x 2 = 4, for what is intelligible in history can be formulated only with reference to problems and conceptual constructions which themselves arise in the flux of historical experience.
quote by Karl Mannheim
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We have gotten away from this double aspect of either putting the character back into historical events or of making a historical event of his very life.
quote by Raymond Queneau
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We are all treading the vanishing road of a song in the air, the vanishing road of the spring flowers and the winter snows, the vanishing roads of the winds and the streams, the vanishing road of beloved faces.
quote by Richard Le Gallienne
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Vanishing
If I could recaputre
all of the memories
and bring them to life
surely I would
hear the distant laughter
wasn't it you and me
survivng the night
you're faiding out of my sight
swiftly
you're vanishing
drifting away
your vanishing a-a-a-a-o-oo-o
I was so enraputred
no sensability
to open my eyes
I misunderstood
now you're fading faster
it's suddenly hard to see
you're talking the light
letting the shadows inside
swiftly
your vanishing
drifting awway
you're vanishing a-a-a-a-w-w-a-a-y
reaching out into the distance
searching for spirits of that past
just a trace of your existance to grasp
and if somehow I could recaputre
all of the memories
and bring them to life
lord know I would
but now you're faidng faster
getting so hard to see
you're talking the light
letting the darkness inside
swiftly
you're vanishing
drifting so far away
you're vanishing
a-a-a-a-a-a- yeah
awa-a-a-a-a--aa--a-aa-a-a-a-a-a-a-y
song performed by by Mariah Carey from Mariah Carey
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Brooding In Exclusive Solitude
When there is someone known
That grieves.
Dont' try to tell them you believe...
And 'know' what flows and goes around inside.
When unknowing what is felt,
Is dealt by the one who feels its welts!
That would be surreal if...
Someone reached for you to help...
With a trusting faith a friend will aid them...
And not further torture their sorrows.
Give them what you can...
This may begin to lift a lingering doubt away~
Peeled to chase a feud brewing,
In a slow simmer that stews!
That would be surreal if...
This could change the mood left brooding...
In exclusive solitude!
This could be the quick fix needed,
To end a 'beef' between a few
Overcooked but kept out of view!
That would be surreal if...?
When there is someone known,
That grieves.
Dont' try to tell them you believe...
And 'know' what flows and goes around inside.
When unknowing what is felt,
Is dealt by the one who feels its welts!
And watch others run...
Expecting that done by you.
The one who comes to rescue!
That would be surreal if...
Not possible!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ever since my youth it has disturbed me that of the literary works that survived their own epoch, so many dealt with historical rather than contemporary subjects.
quote by Lion Feuchtwanger
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When Will Things Change
the world is unworthy and things countine to be dirty when will things change. when the world is full of mess and people just countine to strees, when will things change. when the streets are some of our homes never knowing why were alone, when will the world change. people cry at night just to give up a fight, when will things change. when you need to cry and you need someone 'why' when will things change.
when the world is sour and people have way to much power, when will things change. crying about the past, the things that never last. when will things change. when the world around you is cold, and shared feelings never seem to bold when will things change. when the world comes at you fast and ever part of your stress continues to last. when will things change.
poem by Katie Patterson
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Time Is Funny
Past times are strange
Sometimes funny
Sometimes sad
The past
Brings change of views
Change of ideas
Change of heart
But sometimes
The wounds of the past
Never heal
Never leave
The past is strange
And doesn’t change
Never
Change
poem by Missy Lynn
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New Canadian Ideas Mar 17th,2011
New ideas should be debated so that we can change,
Why should this be blocked by politicians afraid to arrange?
Could have compulsory voting and binding referendums now?
They love their first-past-the-post but it’s not right somehow.
Proportional representation ideas are forbidden,
Death with dignity discussions are all well hidden,
And appointed Supreme Court decisions are often indiscrete,
So we have killing abortion clinics on almost every street.
Canadians should not be allow more than two wives,
Even if two or three more are allowed or tend to arrive,
Subjects that are not politically correct should be discussed,
And these subjects should not be treated with disgust,
Mar 17th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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Process continues
All the eggs don’t hatch.
All the seeds don’t burst.
All the loves don’t spark.
Yet the process continues.
All the chicks don’t live.
All the sprouts don’t grow.
All the loves don’t bloom.
But the process continues.
Pest takes toll of the siblings.
Drought takes the toll of the seedlings.
Fate stalls many loves in making.
Still the process continues.
The process spurts the hope.
The process spurs the heart.
The process thrills the senses.
Evolution, thus, continues.
03.10.2000, Pkmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sweet Bird
Out on some borderline
Some mark of inbetween
I lay down golden-in time
And woke up vanishing
Sweet bird you are
Briefer than a falling star
All these vain promises on beauty jars
Somewhere with your wings on time
You must be laughing
Behind our eyes
Calendars of our lives
Circled with compromise
Sweet bird of time and change
You must be laughing
Up on your feathers laughing
Golden in time
Cities under the sand
Power, ideals and beauty
Fading in everyones hand
Give me some time
I feel like Im losing mine
Out here on this horizon line
With the earth spinning
And the sky forever rushing
No one knows
They can never get that close
Guesses at most
Guesses based on what each set of time and change is touching
Guesses based on what each set of time and change is touching
Guesses based on what each set of time and change is touching
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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Driving Nowhere
Confront the daily setbacks
All the lows and highs
With anesthetic means im
Fit to socialize
Driving nowhere fast
Accelerate to pass
Now Ive got time to kill at last
Bombing hometowns I can
Watch it free from harm
United arab emirates
Still keep the gas in my car
Driving nowhere fast
Accelerate to pass
Now Ive got time to kill at last
Keep the gas in my car
Let me go far
Im driving nowhere fast
Accelerate to pass
Now Ive got time to kill at last
song performed by by Helmet
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Each new historical era mirrors itself in the picture and archive mythology of its past or of a past borrowed from other cultures. It tests its sense of identity, of regress or new achievement, against that past.
quote by George Steiner
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Our questions and answers are in part determined by the historical tradition in which we find ourselves. We apprehend truth from our own source within the historical tradition. The content of our truth depends upon our appropriating the historical foundation. Our own power of generation lies in the rebirth of what has been handed down to us. If we do not wish to slip back, nothing must be forgotten; but if
philosophising is to be genuine our thoughts must arise from our own source. Hence all appropriation of tradition proceeds from the intentness of our own life. The more determinedly I exist, as myself, within the conditions of the time, the more clearly I shall hear the language of the past, the nearer I shall feel the glow of its life.
quote by Karl Jaspers
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When an Ego Explodes
The Sun,
Its rays reach to her
Through the window
Lighting her beauty
It seems so surreal
Like she’s an angel
(Not)
I roll over to share
In all the beauty
Making Love,
I caress her soft skin
Till she gently wakes
I reach to kiss her
And the kiss
Turns into desire
Solace is found
In the embrace
Making love slowly
I whisper
My latest love poem
Telling her
It’s all about her
Her Ego,
I think
Her ego has expanded
To the power of ten
She is smiling
Taking it all in
And I’m patting myself
On the back
Of course
Then I think….
What if her head explodes
Would that be murder
What if I died to
Would that make it
A murder/suicide?
My Ego,
Well, I’m finished
With the poem
And she says
That’s really sweet Mark
But could you shut-up
And make love to me
I grin to hide the fact
My ego has just exploded
Harlem Rain
R.sambora
The old man down on the corner
Is downing in his pain
I can see the sorrow in his eyes
His tears, the leave a stain
The streets have left him broken
Hes in the final phase
Its been a long hard road
From his glory days.
Theres a tatoo of his sweetheart
Fading on his arm
He talks of painful tragedy
How he lost his lucky charm
His memory is clouded
From the thunder in this vein
Hes vanishing, vanishing gone
In the harlem rain.
Harlem rain coming down
Another shattered soul
In the lost and found
One more night
On the street of pain
Getting washed away by the harlem rain.
On desperation avenue
The devil takes his toll
Where the pushers and the poverty
Slowly claim your soul
When you reached the realization
That you just cant break the chain, no
Youre vanishing, vanishing gone
In the harlem rain.
Harlem rain coming down
Another shattered soul
In the lost and found
One more night
On the street of pain
Getting washed away by the harlem rain (harlem rain).
In your seach for tender mercy
No one seemed to care
The faith that used to be your crutch
Is now your cross to bear
You last yourself so long ago
You dont know who to blame
Youre vanishing, vanishing gone
Vanishing, vanishing gone
Vanishing, vanishing gone
In the harlem rain.
song performed by by Bon Jovi
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Man's making, , , !
Flowers are
Making
Beauty...
Trees are
Making
Wonder...
Rain are
making
River...
Sun are
Making
Day...
Moon are
Making
Night...
Man are
Making
Many thing's supper
Something's is
Tenson...
Woory...
Hurry. ..
With out love of heart...! ?
Day for day
Man's making...! ?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Beauty is a Million Colors
Beauty is more than appearance
Beauty is love
The graceful wings of a dove
The endless imagination in a dream
Beauty is not always something that can be seen
Beauty is laughter
And the remembrance after
Beauty is hope
When you have no reason to
Beauty is he and she and me and you
Beauty is forgiving
No matter how hard
Beauty is kindness
Making the best of a mess
Beauty is tears
And overcoming your fears
Beauty is individuality
The courage to be yourself
Beauty is a book, sitting on a shelf
To define beauty,
An impossible task
Because truly,
Does anyone really know, I ask
Beauty is different to me
Than to you
I wonder if anyone ever knew
poem by Sareeah Keelyn
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Vanishing Girl (Psonic Psunspot Version)
Someone's knocking in the Distance
But I'm deaf and blind
She's not expected home this evening
So I leave the world behind
for the Vanishing Girl
The Vanishing Girl
Yes she'd give you a twirl
But she vanishes from my world
So burn my letters and you'd better leave
Just one pint a day
The whole street's talking about my
White shirts looking so grey
People gossip on the doorstep
Think they know the score
She's giving him the runaround
The man from number four
Has a Vanishing Girl
a Vanishing Girl
Yes she'd give you a twirl
But she vanishes from my world
Yes the paint is peeling and my
Garden is overgrown
I got no enthusiasm to even answer the phone
When she's here it makes up for the time she's
not and it's all forgotten
But when she goes I'm putting on the pose for
the Vanishing Girl
song performed by by Xtc
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