Just Well Written

satya - 4/15/2017, 7:09:34 PM

Inimitable Melville

Whenever it is a damp, drizly November in my soul, whenever i find myself involuntarily passing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral i meet, whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking peoples hats off -then i account it is high time to get to sea as soon as i can

satya - 4/15/2017, 7:11:18 PM

As the dawn arrives, by the Arno by Oscar Wilde

Upon the shadowy grove
Splinter the arrows of the moon

satya - 4/17/2017, 11:21:39 AM

Osip Mandelstom

When he said in Habor Master: At the age of 40, the feeling of having passed one's exams

satya - 4/17/2017, 11:24:48 AM

Issac Babel - Nagging words of love

Being a dreamer, i had not mastered the absurd art of happiness....

It is difficult for a man who has been captured by an idea and tamed by its snake like gaze to expend himself in the froth of meaningless and nagging words of love.

satya - 4/18/2017, 11:24:39 AM

Emily Dickinson

Talking of folks, or warriors, that fight their woes of heart

We trust, in plumed procession
For such, the Angels go -
Rank after Rank, with even feet -
And Uniforms of snow.

satya - 4/18/2017, 11:32:42 AM

Dickinson again

Morning - only a seed for the Noon

It is only when morning grows up and perfects itself it becomes noon. I might be late but my song will be sweeter.

satya - 4/18/2017, 2:57:55 PM

Facing the problem

Here is what Bill Clinton purportedly said -

When there is a problem Turn Your Face to It

satya - 4/18/2017, 3:05:01 PM

Chekhov....Master of night mares

Story tellers have a knack:

Here is a starting line of chekhovs short story:

It has grown dark, it will soon be night.

Another line....

I am the most insufferable man. I am proud of that reputation. My friends write me from Russia: Dont come back!

satya - 4/18/2017, 3:36:33 PM

Walcott - Days that outgrow, like daughters..

White heat.
A green river.

A bridge,
scorched yellow palms

from the summer-sleeping house
drowsing through August.

Days I have held,
days I have lost,

days that outgrow, like daughters,
my harbouring arms.

satya - 4/18/2017, 3:51:51 PM

A rarely tender Chekhov.

Have you grown unaccustomed to us?

I remember how you used to come to us for vacation, or just so, and the house felt somehow more fresh and bright. I was a little girl then and yet i understood!

satya - 4/19/2017, 4:09:15 PM

Jon Stewart

Excellence is hard! All processes are drafts! Nothing is an accident!!

satya - 4/19/2017, 4:23:01 PM

David Budbill

Before u go to sleep, tucked in bed, read the reminiscences of a poet so u may also reflect (My commentary this line):

How can this be?
Such calm, such peace, such solitude
In this world of woe

- David Budbill

satya - 4/19/2017, 9:59:10 PM

Osip Mandelstom:

.... Describing Ship

Beauty is no demi-gods whim,
Its the plain carpenters fierce rule-of-eye

And behold, the locks of the three dimensions are sprung
And all the seas of the world lie open.

- From Admiralty by Osip Mandelstam

satya - 4/19/2017, 10:37:40 PM


Let my love, like sunlight, surround you 
and yet give you illumined freedom. 


Memory, the priestess, 
kills the present 
and offers its heart to the shrine of the dead past. 

- Fireflies. 

White and pink oleanders meet 
and make merry in different dialects


The departing night's one kiss 
on the closed eyes of morning 
glows in the star of dawn. 

satya - 7/15/2017, 1:01:07 PM

James Joyce...

Her antiquity in preceding and surviving succeeding tellurian generations: her nocturnal predominance: her satellitic dependence: her luminary reflection: her constancy under all her phases, rising and setting by her appointed times, waxing and waning: the forced invariability of her aspect: her indeterminate response to inaffirmative interrogation: her potency over effluent and refluent waters: her power to enamour, to mortify, to invest with beauty, to render insane, to incite to and aid delinquency: the tranquil inscrutability of her visage: the terribility of her isolated dominant resplendent propinquity: her omens of tempest and of calm: the stimulation of her light, her motion and her presence: the admonition of her craters, her arid seas, her silence: her splendour, when visible: her attraction, when invisible.

satya - 7/15/2017, 1:09:45 PM


Never, in sooth, does the lover seek without being sought by his beloved. When the lightning of love has shot into this heart, know that there is love in that heart. When love of God waxes in thy heart, beyond any doubt God hath love for thee.

No sound of clapping comes from one hand without the other hand. Divine Wisdom is destiny and decree made us lovers of one another. Because of that fore-ordainment every part of the world is paired with its mate. In the view of the wise, Heaven is man and Earth woman. Earth fosters what Heaven lets fall.

When Earth lacks heat, Heaven sends it; when she has lost her freshness and moisture, Heaven restores it. Heaven goes on his rounds, like a husband foraging for the wife's sake; And Earth is busy with housewiferies: she attends to births and suckling that which she bears.

Regard Earth and Heaven as endowed with intelligence, since they do the work of intelligent beings. Unless these twain taste pleasure from one another, why are they creeping together like sweethearts? Without the earth, how should flower and tree blossom

satya - 7/15/2017, 2:43:59 PM

Chekhov - Hushed souls like sleeping willows

When you see a wide village street on a moonlit night, with its cottages, haystacks, sleeping willows, your own soul becomes hushed;

In that peace, hiding from toil, care, and grief in the shadows of the night, it (the street) turns meek, mournful, beautiful, and it seems the stars, too, look down on it tenderly and with feeling, and that there is no more evil on earth, and all is well.

satya - 8/2/2017, 11:49:16 AM

People have phenomenal capacity -Sorkin

People have phenomenal capacity -Sorkin (From West Wing)

satya - 8/2/2017, 11:55:58 AM

As is a tale - Seneca

As is a tale, so is life: not how long it is, but how good it is, is what matters - Seneca

satya - 8/2/2017, 11:57:36 AM

JK Rowling: On Imagination

Choosing to live in narrow spaces leads to mental acrophobia (fear of heights)