(V – 2010) The Winners of the Game
Pride & Prejudice
Makes one strong;
Sense & Sensibility
Seems going wrong.
Pride & Prejudice
Rushes with ego;
Sense & Sensibility
Receives the blow.
Pride and Prejudice
Wins the game;
Sense & Sensibility
Loses the same.
It’s not because
The times are unfair
Or that people nowadays
For goodness little care.
It’s just because
The Game is of
Darkening the light,
It’s just because
The Game is of
Losing one’s sight,
It’s just because
The Game is of
Deviating from the right.
So after all
Though Pride and Prejudice
Wins the game
And, Sense & Sensibility
Loses the same
Pride and Prejudice
Remains blind
And, Sense and Sensibility
Remains kind.
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Ever In Memory
In Hampshire ~
Fair county of England
Dwelt a lady of skill and ability
The wonderful novelist
Jane Austen.
She wrote many stories...
'Pride and Prejudice'
'Sense and Sensibility'
And the ever-popular 'Emma'.
Although Jane died
With two novels unfinished,
Her unique and fine books
Are ours to own
Her films are still shown
And her name stands alone
In the famed archive zone.
poem by Joyce Hemsley
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Responsibility Encoded Truth
most hide from the truth
but truth demands responsibility
accuracy empathy sensibility
lost is discernment rare art
logic applied sense sensibility?
No rare is once prized rare art
valued sense and sensibility?
most hide from inconvenient truth
but truth demands responsibility
integrity morality sensibility
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It Should Behoove
None of it makes sense.
And that is the intention.
The suppressed have always felt...
They could not deal with it at all.
They were used to peddle issues to confuse,
Suckered suburbanites believing their lifestyles excite.
Keeping this cat and mouse game teased...
While thieves in suits ran off with the cheese!
None of it makes sense.
And that is the intention.
Slums are created for ghetto-ites...
To endorse services for the poor and homeless,
Everyone ignores.
Egos are fed by those leading missionary tours.
Giving 'insight' on what those tax dollars pay for!
But none of this picturesque bliss...
Trickles down to provide hope for those helpless!
If there was any sensibility...
Some of this investment,
Would have provided an upward mobility!
But common sense and greed...
Have not proven to be good sleeping companions!
None of it makes sense.
And that is the intention...
For those whose minds do not seem to operate,
On the same levels of their stated greatness!
Even though nothing what is done makes sense...
Intentionally!
It should behoove someone to realize,
Only fools can move ignorance to new lows of endeavors!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Do We Deal With Prejudice?
even those of us who've worked very hard
at not being prejudiced, have some type of
prejudice remaining. for example:
it could be prejudice by color, over religion,
over political views, concerning sexual orient-
ation.... prejudice against those who have money,
or those who dont! ...etc.
all prejudice is wrong by nature, most of it grounded
in the 'self'... in our own irrational fears, and our
stubborn streak of ignorance....
it's always taught, but doesnt have to be allowed!
it ofen hides under the banner of morality, or the
flags of patriotism...
we battle prejudice by being open minded, being
willing to listen, and learning to see ourselves
in other people...
if we say we have no prejudices, we have lost,
and prejudice has us bound.
if we admit our prejudices, name them, look at
them with naked eyes and resolve, then we're making
headway....
prejudice in the end is humanity failing to be human!
being human is a 24 hour a day,7 days a week job!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A Senseless Night
Do not know what is going to happen with my life?
Really, I have no idea and all that I can say is that I know nothing
It is late at night and I am just typing words on the keyboard
Trying to make sense by joining these alphabets
What do these alphabets mean?
Why am I trying to pen these words together?
Sense, what is the sense behind it all?
Basic meaning of it is what?
Actually, it is senseless
I have just gone berserk and that is all I know
Is there any sense behind these words, I do not know
Sensibility has lost its identification
A senseless night awaits me.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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No Right To Say What Is Unfair
If someone introduces a game to play,
It becomes their game to play.
And if one is seduced to play along,
They have no right to say what is unfair.
With a benefit there to correct and protect them.
And if there is going to be any changing of rules,
The creator of the game introduced will win.
In some circles this is called common sense.
If someone introduces a game to play,
It becomes their game to play.
And the playing of it will be to their benefit that's it.
Since the game of choice introduced to seduce,
Was not implemented...
For the creator of it to lose.
It is very rare one chooses to introduce a game,
To have it played for the purpose of their losing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A man may be as much a fool from the want of sensibility as the want of sense.
quote by Anna Jameson
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Pride and Prejudice
Elizabeth, I fell in love with you,
Without seeing you in person.
Without being born in your days,
With a figure that I carved of you,
Out of manners written in words
By Jane Austin in Pride and Prejudice.
I have cut such a figure of you in my
thought.
Like of which no heroine could match
If she were to enact you in a play.
You are the epitome of pride,
The pride without vanity,
The pride without humility either;
The pride with a royal aura
Without any royal blood.
You have had such pride as forbade
You even to reveal your love
To one you were deeply in love with,
And to one who condescended to love
Till he himself laboured to spell.
Elizabeth, I fell in love with you
For your pride, poise and composure.
16.12.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Light comes to us by the sensibility. Without visual sensibility there is no light, no movement.
quote by Robert Delaunay
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Not Into Game Play
Not into game play.
Not even 'if' I sense it with,
A new arrival.
Someone who elects to question,
From hidden places.
To play hide and seek.
Not me.
I am not into game play.
Not today when times are the way they are.
Not with adults who like to keep their lives,
Disguised while they decide to moralize and criticize.
Not when my peace of mind is at stake.
Not into game play.
Not at all.
Even 'if' I should sense it beginning.
With someone fresh.
But choosing to have me jump through hoops.
To see how far they can get.
Before they notice it...
I have left!
I am not into game play.
Not me.
Not today!
Not that way.
Not for me anyway.
At least not like that.
Not to sit and listen to tit for tat tales.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If I Had Any Sense Left At All (feat. Phil Collins)
I can feel the darkness reaching in
As I touch the place you may as well have never been
Love can hurt much more than one can bear
When a heart beats for someone who's not there
CHORUS
How many times
Must I tell myself that you're gone
When will the rest of me wake up
And see what went wrong
So wrong
And turn on the light, pick up the phone
And just call
And lay pride aside
If I had any sense at all
Voices call that only I can hear
Who would have thought this love was something I would fear
Almost hold, almost smell, almost taste
On my mind, in my heart, on my face
CHORUS
How many times
Must I tell myself that you're gone
When will the rest of me wake up
And see what went wrong
So wrong
And turn on the light, pick up the phone
And just call
And lay pride aside
If I had any sense at all
Oh, just lay pride aside
If I had any sense left at all
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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If I Had Any Sense Left At All
I can feel the darkness reaching in
As I touch the place you may as well have never been
Love can hurt much more than one can bare
When a heart beats for someone whose not there
How many times must I tell myself that you're gone
When will the rest of me wake up and see what went wrong
So wrong
And turn on the light and pick up the phone and just call
And lay pride aside
If I had any sense left at all
Voices call that only I can hear
Who would have thought love was somethin' I would fear
Almost hold, almost smell, almost taste
On my mind, in my heart, on my face
How many times must I tell myself that you're gone
And when will the rest of me wake up and see what went wrong
So wrong
And turn on the light and pick up the phone and just call
And lay pride aside
If I had any sense left at all
Oh, just lay pride aside
If I had any sense left at all
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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Love is something that you cannot remove (Catena Rondo)
Love is something that you cannot remove
quite suddenly you know, she knows it too
it is in everything that you say and do,
love is something that you cannot remove
quite suddenly you know, she knows it too,
it is the very quaintest kind of thing
that to you both is suddenly happening
quite suddenly you know, she knows it too,
it is the very quaintest kind of thing
when sense and sensibility brings
to your actions, thoughts and your feelings wings
it is the very quaintest kind of thing
when sense and sensibility brings
a secret understanding that is true,
sincerity that encompass both of you
when sense and sensibility brings
a secret understanding that is true,
when a look carries a message to both
that goes much further than any oath
a secret understanding that is true,
when a look carries a message to both
when the body reacts to a single touch
when pre-comprehension says very much
when a look carries a message to both
when the body reacts to a single touch
when life seems so much greater than it is,
when mere company is full of much bliss
when the body reacts to a single touch,
when life seems so much greater than it is,
when a bond develops around the divine,
selfless you loose the own me and mine
when life seems so much greater than it is,
when a bond develops around the divine
where although separate, you become one,
without each other hardly want to live on
when a bond develops around the divine
where although separate, you become one;
love is something that you cannot remove,
to each other you do not have to prove
where although separate, you become one,
love is something that you cannot remove
quite suddenly you know, she knows it too
it is in everything that you say and do,
love is something that you cannot remove.
poem by Gert Strydom
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It's A Disease
Prejudice is a disease.
Unlike deadly viruses;
West Nile and S.A.R.S
Prejudice does not harm you.
Prejudice is an alcohol,
that brain-washes you.
Makes you think some people
deserve less than you
because they are different.
Just because their skin colour is different
Or because they dress differently.
Maybe because of their differences in religion
or because of their difference in sexuality.
The truth is,
Prejudice may not be able to harm you,
But it is the deadliest disease that ever entered our planet.
It is this disease that gets people murdered,
and then some thrown in jail.
It is this disease that starts gangs against people who are different.
And it is this disease that has our world in a problem today.
So whatever you do,
Never let this disease into your body
or else you life will be gone-forever.
At my time of life opinions are tolerably fixed. It is not likely that I should now see or hear anything to change them.
Jane Austen in Sense and Sensibility
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Reason transformed into prejudice is the worst form of prejudice, because reason is the only instrument for liberation from prejudice.
quote by Allan Bloom
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Still This
Still this
quiet sense of resignation
...remains...
raw gnaw
unnerving
I wrestle with sensibility
provokes propels
it plagues me
copyright Randy Resh 2011
Scythe Magazine 2011
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Art Of Reason
The knowledge, the common sense
The consideration, the revelation
The theory, the history
You can call it with many names
As explanation, as an excuse
As rejection, as a plea
As an escape, as a cause
You can use it in many ways
In words, in action
Whether accepted, whether debated
Whether right, whether wrong
You can find it in many forms
The reluctance, the hatred
The prejudice, the confusion
The war, the misunderstanding
You can be trapped in many levels
With honesty, with crocodile tears
With game of persuasion, with playing fact
With time precision, with good attitude
You can touch many people’s heart
Because it is dangerous, because it is forbidden
Because you care, because you scared
Because it is impossible, because it is foolish
You can make it as many as you want
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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People want other people to know that they share our sensibility even if they're not exactly sure what that sensibility is.
quote by Rob Corddry
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Better, Deeper, More Intelligent
Better, deeper, more intelligent,
and sensitive than us, Jane Austen
provides a literary environment
in which we all, by getting lost in
admiration for her heroines,
feel so diminished we conclude
whichever of the many heroes wins
their heart is an unlucky dude.
Riding with her, dressed by Abercombie
and Fitch is not the sort of way
I’d like to spend my time. I’m not a zombie.
Perhaps because I am not gay
I can’t relate to all the topics Jane
obsesses on, and in Northanger
Abbey heroines would all complain
I was a crashing bore and wanker.
“Why couldn’t all these heroines go out
and get a job? ” was asked by Emma––
not Jane’s, Ms. Thompson’s Emma, without doubt
a heroine who’s not a femi-
nist––oh horrid word––but understands
how prejudice which is their pride
lands nearly all of them in Jane’s badlands
composed of English countryside.
Who needs a woman who is deeper than
themselves, far better, surely, and
far more intelligent? I’m not that man.
Although I think I understand
what all her heroines are saying, I
don’t look for girls who're good or deep.
I’m merely looking for the sort who’ll lie
with me before I fall asleep.
Inspired by an article by Jennifer Schuessler on “Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, ” by Seth Grahame-Smith (“I Was a Regency Zombie, ” NYT, February 22,2009) :
The classic examples of that would be any speech by Judi Dench — her accent certainly helps — or Emma Thompson’s understated, wryly funny acceptance speech at the 1996 Oscars, when she won the award for best adapted screenplay for “Sense and Sensibility.”
“Before I came, I went to visit Jane Austen’s grave in Winchester Cathedral to pay my respects, you know, and tell her about the grosses, ” she said. She also thanked Sidney Pollack “for asking the right questions, like, ‘Why couldn’t these women go out and get a job? ’ ” Ms. Thompson — who accepted another award, at the Golden Globes, with a speech in the style of Jane Austen herself — then did what cool British award winners do: she put the Oscar in her guest bathroom.
These days, America is menaced by zombie banks and zombie computers. What’s next, a zombie Jane Austen? In fact, yes. Minor pandemonium ensued in the blogosphere this month after Quirk Books announced the publication of “Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, ” an edition of Austen’s classic juiced up with “all-new scenes of bone-crunching zombie mayhem” by a Los Angeles television writer named Seth Grahame-Smith. (First line: “It is a truth universally acknowledged that a zombie in possession of brains must be in want of more brains.”) … In fact, “Pride and Prejudice” may already be a zombie novel, contends Brad Pasanek, a specialist in 18th-century literature at the University of Virginia. “The characters other than the protagonist are so often surrounded by people who aren’t fully human, like machines that keep repeating the same things over and over again, ” Professor Pasanek said. “All those characters shuffling in and out of scenes, always frustrating the protagonists. It’s a crowded but eerie landscape. What’s wrong with those people? They don’t dance well but move in jerky fits. Oh, they are headed this way! ” While the vast industry of Austen sequels and pastiches runs heavily toward the romance-novel end of the literary spectrum - see “The Private Diary of Mr. Darcy” by Maya Slater, to be published in the United States in June - scholars have long emphasized the mean-girl side of Jane’s personality. Professor Pasanek, who has collaborated on a project that uses spam-detection software to analyze Austen fan fiction, cites the psychologist D. W. Harding’s 1940 essay “Regulated Hatred, ” which sounds more like a death-metal band than a piece of influential Austen scholarship.“Most people try to ignore the fact that Austen’s novels are sort of acid baths, ” Professor Pasanek said. “She’s so much better, deeper, more sensitive and intelligent than everyone around her that she has to regulate her own misanthropy. Her novels are hostile environments.”
2/22/09
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