Just Well Written
satya - 4/15/2017, 7:09:34 PM
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
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
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
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.
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
Excellence is hard! All processes are drafts! Nothing is an accident!!
satya - 4/19/2017, 4:23:01 PM
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