terribly

William Butler Yeats – Long-Legged Fly

 Poems
Nov 192010
 

That civilisation may not sink,
Its great battle lost,
Quiet the dog, tether the pony
To a distant post;
Our master Caesar is in the tent
Where the maps are spread,
His eyes fixed upon nothing,
A hand upon his head.

Like a long-legged fly upon the stream
His mind moves upon silence.

That the topless towers be burnt
And men recall that face,
Move most gently if move you must
In this lonely place.
She thinks, part woman, three parts a child,
That nobody looks; her feet
Practise a tinker shuffle
Picked up on a street.

Like a long-legged fly upon the stream
Her mind moves upon silence.

That girls at puberty may find
The first Adam in their thought,
Shut the door of the Pope’s chapel,
Keep those children out.
There on that scaffolding reclines
Michael Angelo.
With no more sound than the mice make
His hand moves to and fro.

Like a long-legged fly upon the stream
His mind moves upon silence.

more collected quotes from the archives

 Quotes
Nov 192010
 

Never explain–your friends do not need it and your enemies will not believe you anyway. -Elbert Hubbard

It’s so much easier to suggest solutions when you don’t know too much about the problem. -Malcolm Forbes

History teaches us that men and nations behave wisely once they have exhausted all other alternatives. -Abba Eban

If the human mind was simple enough to understand, we’d be too simple to understand it. -Emerson Pugh

Blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed. -Alexander Pope

You are not superior just because you see the world in an odious light. -Vicomte de Chateaubriand

Under capitalism, man exploits man. Under communism, it’s just the opposite. -John Kenneth Galbraith

It is wonderful how quickly you get used to things, even the most astonishing. -Edith Nesbitt

Indolence is a delightful but distressing state; we must be doing something to be happy. -Mahatma Gandhi

You do ill if you praise, but worse if you censure, what you do not understand. -Leonardo da Vinci

The best things in life are nearest: Breath in your nostrils, light in your eyes, flowers at your feet, duties at your hand, the path of right just before you. -Robert Louis Stevenson

To find the universal elements enough; to find the air and the water exhilarating; to be refreshed by a morning walk or an evening saunter… to be thrilled by the stars at night; to be elated over a bird’s nest or a wildflower in spring – these are some of the rewards of the simple life. -John Burroughs, naturalist and writer (1837-1921)

Sometimes I wonder whether the world is being run by smart people who are putting us on or by imbeciles who really mean it. -Mark Twain

An author is a fool who, not content with boring those he lives with, insists on boring future generations. -Charles de Montesquieu

The greatest mistake you can make in life is to be continually fearing you will make one. -Elbert Hubbard

A paranoid is someone who knows a little of what’s going on. -William S. Burroughs

In real life, unlike in Shakespeare, the sweetness of the rose depends upon the name it bears. Things are not only what they are. They are, in very important respects, what they seem to be. -Hubert H. Humphrey

The strongest is never strong enough to be always the master, unless he transforms strength into right, and obedience into duty. -Jean Jacques Rousseau

It is better to have a permanent income than to be fascinating. -Oscar Wilde

Most human beings have an almost infinite capacity for taking things for granted. -Aldous Huxley

You will find that the State is the kind of organization which, though it does big things badly, does small things badly, too. -John Kenneth Galbraith

Nobody believes the official spokesman… but everybody trusts an unidentified source. -Ron Nesen

Pain is inevitable; suffering is optional. -unknown

Remember when life’s path is steep to keep your mind even. -Horace

Thou shouldst eat to live; not live to eat. -Socrates

The face is the mirror of the mind, and eyes without speaking confess the secrets of the heart. -Saint Jerome

David Wheatley – Brueghal’s Proverbs

 Poems
Nov 192010
 

Before roasting a fart first you must catch it.
The deaf man applauds the hurdy-gurdy too.
If the sheep-fancier spurns your sheep
his heart is elsewhere. Where there is heart
there is pancreas. No one hates an idiot
like the village’s second stupidest man.
It is quicker to beat your husband than walk
to the next town and write him a letter. Envy
the bathing sow on the day it rains dung.
The bishop shuts his mouth then sits on it.
The gangrenous leg knows good hacksaw work
when it feels it. The rat-trap feels it ought
to apologize for the baker’s mouldy cheese.
When your pigs fly they’re not coming back.
Two can shit through the same hole as cheaply as one.
The wooden spoon does not match the shape
of your backside for nothing. The condemned man’s
vomit has a lucky escape. The hangman combs
his hair before putting his hood on. The gravedigger
will not be taking out ads. The old buffoon
has always got some proverb or other to hand.

Statius – To Sleep

 Poems
Nov 192010
 

What is the charge, young god, what have I done
Alone to be denied, in desperate straits,
Epitome of Calm, your treasure, Sleep?
Hush holds enmeshed each herd, fowl, prowling beast;
The trees, capitulating, nod to aching sleep;
The raging floods relinquish their firm roar;
The heavy sea has ceased and the oceans curl
Upon the lap of land to sink and rest.
The moon has now in seven visits seen
My wild eyes staring; seven stars of dawn
And twilight have returned to me
And sunrise, transient witness of distress,
Has in compassion sprayed dew from her whip.
Where is the strength I need?  It would defeat
The consecrated Argus, thousand-eyed
Despite the watch that one part of him keeps,
Nerves taut, on guard relentlessly.
Oh Sleep, some couple, bodies interlocked,
Must shut you from their night-long ecstasy;
So come to me.  I issue no demand
That you enfold mine eyes with your wings—
Let all the world, more fortunate, beg that.
Your wand-tip’s mere caress, your hovering form
Poised lightly on tiptoe: that is enough.

Catullus – The Napkin Lifter

 Poems  Tagged with: ,
Nov 192010
 

(Catullus XII)

Marrucinus Asinius, your sinister manoeuvre –
letting your left hand hover over
a fellow diner’s lap as he leans to hear
a punchline or pour wine
from a carafe – respects neither
the gods of wine nor conversation.
And what does it mean? It means I’m afraid
you’re at your old trick of stealing napkins
– an act that isn’t clever, nor even that skilful,
merely sad and graceless in my book. But why
believe me when you can go ask your brother
Pollio, a gifted, witty, really charming boy,
who’d glad fork out coffers full of hush-money
to keep your vileness unremarked? So either
steel yourself for a several-hundred-liner
of relentless, barbed hendecasyllables
or send me back that lovely piece of linen.
And don’t think I’m irked because it’s worth so much:
memory is something other than a cash till –
the whole set of Valencian serviettes
was sent from distant Spain by Fabullus
and Veranius as a gift I’m therefore
bound to care for as I care
for Veranolo mio and for Fabullus.

translated by James McKendrick