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Shock waves to a tired brain, sends that hungry lady to my door again. She's my shelter from the storm when I feel the rain, entertaining white powder.
Who can (make) the muddy water (clear)?
What starts in clouded minds finishes in the rain
Verily, a polluted stream is man. One must actually be a sea to take in a polluted stream without becoming impure. Behold, I teach you the superman: he is the this sea, in him can your great contempt go under.
The Warrior knows about the "waterfall effect".
Sometimes it is given to us. One moment of clarity. One word laid down, cold and clattering, beside another. Ribbon of wet stone.
The mind is refrigerated by interruption; the thoughts are diverted from the principle subject; the reader is weary, he suspects not why; and at last throws away the book, which he has too diligently studied.
untrammelled flow
Sturgeons Revelation: 90% of everything is crap
Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes?
As I dive between the legs of a big Gunnar, I see Mair wind up and slam her shockstick hard as she can between the V of another guy's thighs. Falling, he makes a noise that I can't say I've heard a human utter before, sort of like I imagine a puppy would sound being put through a juicer.
A dead fish can float with the stream, but it takes a man to swim against it." What
What was scattered, gathers.
What was gathered, blows away
It takes a pillage.
And what can still delight an inert stone except to become, once more, the bed of a raging torrent?
For violent fires soon burn out themselves;
Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short;
He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes;
With eager feeding food doth choke the feeder:
An oven that is stopp'd, or river stay'd,
Burneth more hotly, swelleth with more rage:
So of concealed sorrow may be said;
Free vent of words love's fire doth assuage;
But when the heart's attorney once is mute,
The client breaks, as desperate in his suit.
The first stage of this tranquility consists in silencing the lips when the heart is excited. The second, in silencing the mind when the soul is still excited. The goal is a perfect peacefulness even in the middle of the raging storm.
Prick the bubble of thought at any point," it was said, "and you shatter the whole of it. And since thought is one of the necessities of human life, it must be preserved." Natural
a gradual leaking away of all conviction
When we are crushed like grapes, we cannot think of the wine we will become.
I am carried off. We yield to this slow flood ... In and out, we are swept; ... we can not step outside its sinuous, its hesitating, its abrupt, its perfectly encircling walls.
Words strain, Crack and sometimes break, under the burden, Under the tension, slip, slide, perish, Decay with imprecision, will not stay in place, Will not stay still.
Things fall apart;
the center cannot hold...
Yon foaming flood seems motionless as ice;Its dizzy turbulence eludes the eye,Frozen by distance.
Most of the time, because of their failure to fasten on to words, my thoughts remain misty and nebulous. They assume vague, amusing shapes and are then swallowed up: I promptly forget them.
Soft o'er the shrouds aerial whispers breathe, That seemed but zephyrs to the train beneath.
He is fragile, like a prince of ice, of glass.
Bodies which contain a greater proportion of water than is necessary to balance the other elements, are speedily corrupted, and lose their virtues and properties.
The minisub burbled up to the surface like a bout of bad tacos;
Thou seest how sloth wastes the sluggish body, as water is corrupted unless it moves.
The finest minds, like the finest metals, dissolve the easiest.
Demagogue
a vessel containing beer and other liquids.
Festination may prove Precipitation;
Deliberating delay may be wise cunctation.
Water deepens where it has to wait.
Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good receives.
Hardness shatters; strength endures.
Life proceeds, it enrages.
Sometimes a choppy wave would swamp me, and after I rose gasping I would vomit the foul-tasting water, wiping the sea from my eyes and nostrils. Then I regained my posture to do battle, again with the Solent.
When your vision clouds your vision, you see nothing but your vision
The chronic kicker, even the most violent critic, will frequently soften and be subdued in the presence of a patient, sympathetic listener - a listener who will be silent while the irate fault-finder dilates like a king cobra and spews the poison out of his system.
What is a ruin but time easing itself of endurance?
Fog
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
The thread breakes, where it is weakest.
You crystal break, for fear of breaking it: Careless and careful hands like faults commit.
A little fire is quickly trodden out, Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.
crystals that stung your
The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.
He was troubled; this brain, so limpid in its blindness, had lost its transparency; there was a cloud in this crystal.
Freeze or panic.
is the answer none of the above
crouched in a hole like a mud-streaked fugitive
everyday a different version of
pouring it away like a water through a sieve
when you stop to evolve, you start to dissolve.
Submission reaches the end of its tether when it becomes destructive.
The weak overcomes its/ menace, the strong over-/comes itself.
He holds the most frightening and terrible of all of the Shards. Ponder on that for a time, you old reptile, and tell me if your insistence on nonintervention holds firm. Because I assure you, Rayse will not be similarly inhibited.
Through the sharp air a flaky torrent flies, Mocks the slow sight, and hides the gloomy skies; The fleecy clouds their chilly bosoms bare, And shed their substance on the floating air.
This discipline and rough treatment are a furnace to extract the silver from the dross. This testing purifies the gold by boiling the scum away.
Nature's solution to pollution is dilution.
Lead's erasing then vanishing
Banished from whatever it is they're drinking and it's cleaned
Running from the pitcher as if it's her fantasy
I feel like the word shatter.
All forms that perish other forms supply,
(By turns we catch the vital breath and die)
Like bubbles on the sea of matter borne,
They rise, they break, and to that sea return.
No one can step twice into the same river, nor touch mortal substance twice in the same condition. By the speed of its change, it scatters and gathers again.
The tears dissolve the last block of ice in my throat. I feel the frozen stillness melt down through the inside of me, dripping shards of ice that vanish in a puddle of sunlight on the stained floor. Words float up
Me: "Let me tell you about it.
Dew. Their feet scuffed the dark sidewalks. Raymond had two moods now. Despair came with no warning, rogue waves of helplessness that sucked him out on a rippling tide. When it receded, he was left with a dry and
You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving.
Those who fail to think, will shrink, sink and stink.
Fragile things become undone at a frightening speed.
I had to climb a mountain. There were all kinds of obstacles in the way. I had now to jump over a ditch, now to get over a hedge, and finally to stand still because I had lost my breath.
This was the dream of a stutterer.
He sometimes behaves like water, flowing around the obstacles he encounters.
Eternally, woman spills herself away in driblets to the thirsty, seldom being allowed the time, the quiet, the peace, to let the pitcher fill up to the brim.
The salt of the earth dissolves and the shit remains, I
Timidity is a fault for which it is dangerous to reprove persons whom we wish to correct of it.
Our bounty, like a drop of water, disappears, when diffus'd too widely
Tidal waves surge forward,
And in their wake, Stale water is replenished.
(Haiku from Chapter Thirty, SHADOWWATER)
The splendour falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Let's not muddy the brook ; Perhaps a pigeon is drinking water at a distance, Or a pitcher is being filled in a village, Or a dervish may be dipping dry bread in the brook.
The folk upstream understand the water.
They did not muddy the brook. We also must not muddy the brook...
So with stun-sail piled on stun-sail, we sailed along,
Anything else?" Yes, my body can dissolve other magic on contact. I'm essentially a battering ram against magic. "No, that's it." Kai turned in place, his eyes scanning the scene. "Something feels wrong here." The magic-dissolving battering ram standing next to you.
I am leaking letters and dripping verbs and bathing myself in the actions they long to take.
It's when you hide things that you choke on them.
It carries them through their processes and does not vaunt its ability in doing so;
The scrape and snap of Keds on loose alley pebbles seems to catapult their voices high into the moist March air blue above the wires.
The hasty stroke oft goes astray.
At which time the repulsor puts out its final effort and slows you down so you crash quite slowly into the surface."
"Crash."
"Quite slowly."
Face & Luke
Every rustic who delivers in the village alehouse his slow, infrequent sentences, may help to kill or keep alive the fatal superstitions which clog his race.
There are times when the air that floats between mortals becomes, in its stillness and silence, as cruel as the edge of a scythe.
In stillness the muddied water returns to clarity.
An old earthen pipe like myself is dry and thirsty and so a most voracious drinker of life at its source; I'm no more to be split by the vital stream than if I were stone or steel.
The scatterbrain,
is a little like,
the patter of rain.
Neither here,
nor there,
but everywhere.
Failure is the fog through which we glimpse triumph
I am the place where two rivers meet, silted with upheaval and loss.
Sometimes you linger days
upon a word,
a single, uncontaminated drop
of sound; for days
it trembles, liquid to the mind,
then falls:
mere denotation
dimming the undertow of language.
It takes an aeon to shift position, get comfortable, let alone
create a wave in this fishbowl full of glue.
- from the poem 'Critical Mass
swallowed by another noise: an indistinct thudder.
And when a countryman says the cold freezes water, though the word freezing seems to import some action, yet truly it signifies nothing, but the effect, videlicet that water, that was before fluid, is become hard and consistent, without containing any idea of the action whereby it is done.
Sea of stretch'd ground-swells,
Sea breathing broad and convulsive breaths,
Sea of the brine of life and of unshovell'd yet always-ready graves,
Howler and scooper of storms, capricious and dainty sea,
I am integral with you, I too am of one phase and of all phases.
He feels spikes everywhere and rushes to impale himself.
The hand-plucked rose loses meaning as life is leached. Red love, once clutched to breast, putrefies and is thrown to the midden.
The hand leaked life as meaning was pucked. Putrefaction clutched love and was thrown to the midden.
... a sussuration of expectation ...
Good God, what happened to ye?" Shelton dropped the bucket of water he was carrying, unmindful that it spilled across the barn floor.
"I fell." Dougal picked up a brush and began to groom Poseidon.
Shelton gave a silent whistle. "Fell into what? A hammer?"
"Something like that.