tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928007866208585066.post6661171196678348258..comments2024-03-09T07:33:58.392-08:00Comments on Divine Theatre: Lessons of the GraveDivine Theatrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02553420826262806110noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928007866208585066.post-64635721637395807372015-12-27T11:54:11.257-08:002015-12-27T11:54:11.257-08:00Batting zero. I wonder why?
When Andie is away
N...Batting zero. I wonder why? <br /><br /><b><i>When Andie is away<br />No one comes to play.<br />I think it's much too bad<br />It makes me very sad. (:-c</i></b>FreeThinkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16682678301019952436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928007866208585066.post-16829368142667884952015-12-23T07:50:28.095-08:002015-12-23T07:50:28.095-08:00______ YES SANTA EXISTS ______
Yes, dear childr...<b>______ YES SANTA EXISTS ______ <br /><br /><i>Yes, dear children, Santa Claus is real,<br /> Even though so many don't agree.<br /> Santa lives wherever people feel <br />Sweet and kind in all sincerity, <br />And show their love with understanding gifts,<br /> Not gaudy, foolish, merely costly things.<br /> The gift of Recognition often lifts<br /> A sagging spirit high, and lends it wings.<br /> Elves aplenty fashion tokens bright, as <br />Xanadu excursions, jewels and such.<br /> If connected well, these brings delight. As<br /> Substitutes for love, they're not worth much. <br />The more we spend, sometimes, the less we give.<br /> Santa comes to hearts that love to live. </i></b><br /><br />FreeThinke - The Sandpiper - Christmas, 1995FreeThinkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16682678301019952436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928007866208585066.post-85463764082433274242015-10-31T08:58:28.322-07:002015-10-31T08:58:28.322-07:00The only ghost I ever saw
Was dressed in mechlin, ...<i>The only ghost I ever saw<br />Was dressed in mechlin, —so;<br />He wore no sandal on his foot,<br />And stepped like flakes of snow.<br />His gait was soundless, like the bird,<br />But rapid, like the roe;<br />His fashions quaint, mosaic,<br />Or, haply, mistletoe.<br /><br /><br />Hi conversation seldom,<br />His laughter like the breeze<br />That dies away in dimples<br />Among the pensive trees.<br />Our interview was transient, —<br />Of me, himself was shy;<br />And God forbid I look behind<br />Since that appalling day!</i><br /><br />~ Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)FreeThinkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16682678301019952436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928007866208585066.post-34750983634120474502015-10-31T02:52:25.247-07:002015-10-31T02:52:25.247-07:00________ All Hallows Eve ________
Trick or treati...<b>________ All Hallows Eve ________<br /><br /><i>Trick or treating, barren branches claw<br />On rooftops ‘gainst the biting Autumn air.<br />Jack O’Lantern flickers. Would he gnaw<br />An arm away, or set aflame the hair ––<br />Conspicuously real above the masks ––<br />Kindling Kindergartners at the door?<br />Only Satan’s own perform such tasks,<br />Leering, lisping, limping as to war.<br />Awake! All Hallows Eve lets loose the ghosts.<br />No one escapes the Grave for long. Be wise.<br />The Jack O’Lanterns flicker on the posts ––<br />Each one a sentry for the Lord of Flies.<br />Run home to mother lest the Evil One<br />Nabs you, while you think you’re having fun.</i></b><br /><br />~ FreeThinke - The Sandpiper, Autumn, 1996<br /><br /><b>}}}}} _______ HAPPY HALLOWEEN! _______ {{{{{</b><br />FreeThinkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16682678301019952436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928007866208585066.post-69600799709304747962015-10-20T17:36:27.787-07:002015-10-20T17:36:27.787-07:00If anyone is interested, the following link will t...If anyone is interested, the following link will take you to a performance of <i>"Au cimitiere"</i> ("At the cemetery") by the great American soprano Leontyne Price accompanied at the piano by David Garvey.<br /><br />https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YinxcKC9K5IFreeThinkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16682678301019952436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928007866208585066.post-73619014256946698742015-10-20T16:22:00.099-07:002015-10-20T16:22:00.099-07:00___ At the Cemetery __
Happy is he who dies here....<b>___ At the Cemetery __<br /><br /><i>Happy is he who dies here.<br />Like the birds of the field!<br />His body, near his friends,<br />Is laid in the earth, and among the songs. <br />He sleeps a good vermillian slumber<br />Under the radiant sky.<br />All those he had known, are come<br />To bid him a long farewell. <br /><br />At his grave his parents weep,<br />Resting on their knees,<br />And his bones, underneath the flowers<br />Are gently bathed in tears<br />Each one on the black wood,<br />Can see whether he was young or not,<br />and can, with sincere regrets<br />call him by his name.<br /><br />How many unlucky ones are there<br />who die at sea,<br />And lie under the deep waves<br />far from their beloved country!<br />Ah! poor souls! who for their shrouds<br />have green seaweeds,<br />Where they roll unknown, quite naked,<br />and their eyes wide open!</i></b><br /><br />~ Richepin - (translated from the original French)<br /><br />Composers Gabriel Fauré and Johannes Brahms both used this text as the basis for an art song. <br />FreeThinkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16682678301019952436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928007866208585066.post-13125793563048306292015-10-19T03:50:04.139-07:002015-10-19T03:50:04.139-07:00I died for Beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the...I died for Beauty, but was scarce<br /> Adjusted in theTomb, <br />When one who died for Truth was lain<br /> In an adjoining room. <br /><br />He questioned softly why I failed?<br /> "For Beauty," I replied. "<br />And I for Truth –– the two are one;<br /> We brethren are," he said. <br /><br /> And so, as kinsmen met a-night, <br />We talked between the rooms,<br /> Until the moss had reached our lips,<br /> And covered up our names. <br /> <br />~ Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)<br />FreeThinkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16682678301019952436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928007866208585066.post-72116590075885361132015-10-19T03:45:33.780-07:002015-10-19T03:45:33.780-07:00I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and...<i><b>I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,<br />And Mourners to and fro<br />Kept treading –– treading –– till it seemed<br />That Sense was breaking through -<br /><br />And when they all were seated,<br />A Service, like a Drum ––<br />Kept beating –– beating –– till I thought<br />My mind was going numb––<br /><br />And then I heard them lift a Box<br />And creak across my Soul<br />With those same Boots of Lead, again,<br />Then Space –– began to toll,<br /><br />As all the Heavens were a Bell,<br />And Being, but an Ear,<br />And I, and Silence, some strange Race,<br />Wrecked, solitary, here ––<br /><br />And then a Plank in Reason, broke,<br />And I dropped down, and down ––<br />And hit a World, at every plunge,<br />And Finished knowing –– then ––</b></i><br /><br />~ Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)<br />FreeThinkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16682678301019952436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928007866208585066.post-4149494026981482632015-10-18T04:55:14.262-07:002015-10-18T04:55:14.262-07:00A question: Are you a great fan of Edgar Allan Poe...A question: Are you a great fan of Edgar Allan Poe, Andie? I've long thought you must be, but I'd like to know for sure. FreeThinkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16682678301019952436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928007866208585066.post-80382338342079093702015-10-18T04:53:06.659-07:002015-10-18T04:53:06.659-07:00I'm sorry this turned into a Solo Act on my pa...I'm sorry this turned into a Solo Act on my part. I always hope to stimulate conversation wherever I go, but an exchange of ideas, thoughts and feelings on a given subject is exceedingly rare. I wonder why?FreeThinkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16682678301019952436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928007866208585066.post-35560384452470326172015-10-16T18:47:42.773-07:002015-10-16T18:47:42.773-07:00TOMBSTONES in the STARLIGHT
I. The Minor Poet
H...TOMBSTONES in the STARLIGHT<br /><br />I. The Minor Poet<br /><br />His little trills and chirpings were his best.<br />No music like the nightingale's was born<br />Within his throat; but he, too, laid his breast<br />Upon a thorn.<br /><br /><br />II. The Pretty Lady<br /><br />She hated bleak and wintry things alone.<br />All that was warm and quick, she loved too well-<br />A light, a flame, a heart against her own;<br />It is forever bitter cold, in Hell.<br /><br />III. The Very Rich Man<br /><br />He'd have the best, and that was none too good;<br />No barrier could hold, before his terms.<br />He lies below, correct in cypress wood,<br />And entertains the most exclusive worms.<br /><br /><br />IV. The Fisherwoman<br /><br />The man she had was kind and clean<br />And well enough for every day,<br />But, oh, dear friends, you should have seen<br />The one that got away!<br /><br /><br />V. The Crusader<br /><br />Arrived in Heaven, when his sands were run,<br />He seized a quill, and sat him down to tell<br />The local press that something should be done<br />About that noisy nuisance, Gabriel.<br /><br /><br />VI. The Actress<br /><br />Her name, cut clear upon this marble cross,<br />Shines, as it shone when she was still on earth;<br />While tenderly the mild, agreeable moss<br />Obscures the figures of her date of birth. <br /><br />~ Dorothy Parker (1893-1967)FreeThinkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16682678301019952436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928007866208585066.post-77426744167254643062015-10-16T04:50:52.726-07:002015-10-16T04:50:52.726-07:00our only honest legacy
Is the content of our souls...<i>our only honest legacy<br />Is the content of our souls</i><br /><br />Yes, yes, yes!<br /><br />Store up for yourself heavenly treasures, which are not material things.Always On Watchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08192688822955022541noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928007866208585066.post-89432355233480375412015-10-16T03:34:23.815-07:002015-10-16T03:34:23.815-07:00 The Conqueror Worm (1843)
Lo! 'tis a gala n... The Conqueror Worm (1843)<br /><br /><i>Lo! 'tis a gala night<br /> __ Within the lonesome latter years! <br /> An angel throng, bewinged, bedight<br /> __ In veils, and drowned in tears,<br /> Sit in a theatre, to see<br /> __ A play of hopes and fears, <br />While the orchestra breathes fitfully<br /> __ The music of the spheres. <br /> Mimes, in the form of God on high,<br /> __ Mutter and mumble low,<br /> And hither and thither fly –– <br /> __ Mere puppets they, who come and go <br />At bidding of vast formless things <br /> __ That shift the scenery to and fro, <br /> Flapping from out their Condor wings<br /> __ Invisible Woe! <br /> That motley drama –– oh, be sure<br /> __ It shall not be forgot! <br />With its Phantom chased for evermore, <br /> __ By a crowd that seize it not, <br />Through a circle that ever returneth in<br /> __ To the self-same spot, <br /> And much of Madness, and more of Sin,<br /> __ And Horror the soul of the plot. <br /> But see, amid the mimic rout<br /> __ A crawling shape intrude!<br /> A blood-red thing that writhes from out<br /> __ The scenic solitude!<br /> It writhes! –– it writhes! –– with mortal pangs<br /> __ The mimes become its food, <br /> And seraphs sob at vermin fangs<br /> __ In human gore imbued. <br /> Out- out are the lights –– out all!<br /> __ And, over each quivering form,<br /> The curtain, a funeral pall,<br /> __ Comes down with the rush of a storm, <br /> While the angels, all pallid and wan, <br /> __ Uprising, unveiling, affirm <br />That the play is the tragedy, "Man,"<br /> __ And its hero the Conqueror Worm.</i><br /><br /> ~ Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849) FreeThinkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16682678301019952436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928007866208585066.post-90821019083658929352015-10-16T03:12:56.340-07:002015-10-16T03:12:56.340-07:00The grave my little cottage is,
Where “Keeping hou...The grave my little cottage is,<br />Where “Keeping house” for thee<br />I make my parlor orderly<br />And lay the marble tea.<br /><br />For two divided, briefly,<br />A cycle, it may be,<br />Till everlasting life unite<br />In strong society.<br /><br />~,Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)FreeThinkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16682678301019952436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928007866208585066.post-43903046465813205152015-10-14T08:16:19.368-07:002015-10-14T08:16:19.368-07:00I reason, Earth is short —
And Anguish — absolute ...<i>I reason, Earth is short —<br />And Anguish — absolute —<br />And many hurt,<br /><br />But, what of that?<br /><br />I reason, we could die —<br />The best Vitality<br />Cannot excel Decay,<br /><br />But, what of that?<br /><br />I reason, that in Heaven —<br />Somehow, it will be even —<br />Some new Equation, given —<br /><br />But, what of that?</i><br /> <br />~ Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)FreeThinkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16682678301019952436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928007866208585066.post-61493015865483892542015-10-14T04:57:54.738-07:002015-10-14T04:57:54.738-07:00_________ GARAGED _________
Caught abandoned on s...<b>_________ GARAGED _________<br /><br /><i>Caught abandoned on suburban ground<br />Relying on pure instinct to survive<br />Using wits miraculously found<br />Sneaking in you wished to stay alive.<br />How you came to me I’ll never know.<br />Early in the evening I heard cries ––<br />Demanding, plaintive –– sounds of infant woe ––<br />Touching needs no decent man denies.<br />Often heard, but still unseen for days<br />Droppings on the floor a tiny inkling you’d<br />Eaten food put out for you to graze,<br />And then I saw you in the sandbox tinkling. You’d<br />Trusted me. I loved you more each day.<br />How could Fate let me crush your life away?</i></b><br /><br />~ FreeThinke<br /><br />A sad memorial to a tiny abandoned kitten I tried to love and nurture, but wound up killing one dreadful day as I innocently backed out of the garage very slowly to do some errands. The poor little thing must have climbed onto one of the wheels and gone to sleep. I remember calling to him, clapping my hands and even sounding the horn but I got no response, so I assumed he was back in his customary hiding place behind the boxes along the opposite wall. We must go on no matter what, but I will never get over this event. He wanted to live. I wanted to help him, and look what happened. Life is a paradox always wonderful yet horrifying all at the same time.<br /><br />Bless you, Andie, for all the good you do in so many ways.<br />FreeThinkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16682678301019952436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928007866208585066.post-37456600064048971402015-10-13T18:19:18.547-07:002015-10-13T18:19:18.547-07:00Andie you are incredibly talented and inspiring, i...Andie you are incredibly talented and inspiring, in so many ways. Thank you for what you create and for sharing with us!<br /><br />xoxo<br />Karena<br />The Arts by Karena<br />Palm Beach ChicKarenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05206642885608991170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928007866208585066.post-2785493709109235932015-10-13T15:45:47.193-07:002015-10-13T15:45:47.193-07:00 How very true
Turns royalty to paupers
And poor m... How very true<br />Turns royalty to paupers<br />And poor men into kings<br /><br />If man today would read this and listen ,prepare our hearts for death for it will surely come to us all<br /><br />your skeletons crown is beautiful<br /><br />Curtains in My Treehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04739180504953135365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928007866208585066.post-86129922734339326982015-10-13T09:59:45.608-07:002015-10-13T09:59:45.608-07:00Andie, I was thinking what Donna commented. To add...Andie, I was thinking what Donna commented. To add to this it's dark art like this that inspires me artistically, and now I have come to understand more in how you decorate around these pieces you find that have a lost soul in them and how you bring them back to life.<br /><br />I am sending your post on to friends,<br />Looking forward dear to more creative seasonal inspiration here.<br /><br />Xx<br />Dore Burlap Luxehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16134718817693134037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928007866208585066.post-50934789074198370492015-10-13T07:44:00.790-07:002015-10-13T07:44:00.790-07:00OMG Andie. Your are a poet too. Is there anythin...OMG Andie. Your are a poet too. Is there anything you cannot do?donna bakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13507579686738843451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928007866208585066.post-45353457972405867462015-10-13T00:27:34.464-07:002015-10-13T00:27:34.464-07:00Very scary! :) Great poem! Hugs, LeenaVery scary! :) Great poem! Hugs, LeenaLeena Milligan Lanteignehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06456782497555438887noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928007866208585066.post-25842910915596730952015-10-12T19:26:46.927-07:002015-10-12T19:26:46.927-07:00Andie, good to see you post. This is an excellent...Andie, good to see you post. This is an excellent poem. Bravo!Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01873375271470225199noreply@blogger.com