Henri Bergson Quotes

November 13, 2009 by SuperEgo

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“Think like a man of action, act like a man of thought.”

“To exist is to change, to change is to mature, to mature is to go on creating oneself endlessly.”

“The eye sees only what the mind is prepared to comprehend.”

“Religion is to mysticism what popularization is to science”

“Homo sapiens, the only creature endowed with reason, is also the only creature to pin its existence on things unreasonable”

“Life does not proceed by the association and addition of elements, but by dissociation and division.”

“The present contains nothing more than the past, and what is found in the effect was already in the cause.”

“To perceive means to immobilize. We seize, in the act of perception, something which outruns perception itself.”

“The only cure for vanity is laughter, and the only fault that is laughable is vanity.”

“In short, intelligence, considered in what seems to be its original feature, is the faculty of manufacturing artificial objects, especially tools to make tools, and of indefinitely urging the manufacture.”

“Sex appeal is the keynote of our civilization” “The motive power of democracy is love”

“In its entirety, probably, it follows us at every instant; all that we have felt, thought and willed from our earliest infancy is there, leaning over the present which is about to join it, pressing against the portals of consciousness that would fain leave it outside.”

“Some other faculty than the intellect is necessary for the apprehension of reality.”

“For life is tendency, and the essence of a tendency is to develop in the form of a sheaf, creating, by its very growth, divergent directions among which its impetus is divided.”

“Intelligence is the faculty of making artificial objects, especially tools to make tools.”

“There is no greater joy than that of feeling oneself a creator. The triumph of life is expressed by creation.”

“The body, by the place which at each moment it occupies in the universe, indicates the parts and the aspects of matter on which we can lay hold: our perception, which exactly measures our virtual action on things, thus limits itself to the objects which actually influence our organs and prepare our movements.”

“An absolute can only be given in an intuition, while all the rest has to do with analysis.”

“Genius is that which forces the inertia of humanity to learn.”

“Our laughter is always the laughter of a group.”

“In just the same way the thousands of successive positions of a runner are contracted into one sole symbolic attitude, which our eye perceives, which art reproduces, and which becomes for everyone the image of a man who runs.”

“You will obtain a vision of matter that is perhaps fatiguing for your imagination, but pure and stripped of what the requirements of life make you add to it in external perception.”

“There is nothing in philosophy which could not be said in everyday language.”

“I see plainly how external images influence the image that I call my body : they transmit movement to it.”

“It seems that laughter needs an echo.”

“The major task of the twentieth century will be to explore the unconscious, to investigate the subsoil of the mind”

“Wherever anything lives, there is, open somewhere, a register in which time is being inscribed.”

“I cannot escape the objection that there is no state of mind, however simple, that does not change every moment”

“The essential function of the universe, which is a machine for making gods”

“We regard intelligence as man’s main characteristic and we know that there is no superiority which intelligence cannot confer on us, no inferiority for which it cannot compensate”

“Instinct perfected is a faculty of using and even constructing organized instruments; intelligence perfected is the faculty of making and using unorganized instruments.”

“Spirit borrows from matter the perceptions on which it feeds and restores them to matter in the form of movements which it has stamped with its own freedom.”

“My body, an object destined to move other objects, is, then, a centre of action ; it cannot give birth to a representation.”

“A situation is always comic if it participates simultaneously in two series of events which are absolutely independent of each other, and if it can be interpreted in two quite different meanings.”

“In reality, the past is preserved by itself automatically.”

“And I also see how this body influences external images : it gives back movement to them.”

“When we make the cerebral state the beginning of an action, and in no sense the condition of a perception, we place the perceived images of things outside the image of our body, and thus replace perception within the things themselves.”

Che Guevara Quotes

October 31, 2009 by SuperEgo

Che Guevara

We cannot be sure of having something to live for unless we are willing to die for it.

To accomplish much you must first lose everything.

I don’t care if I fall as long as someone else picks up my gun and keeps on shooting.

I know you are here to kill me. Shoot, coward, you are only going to kill a man.

I am not a liberator. Liberators do not exist. The people liberate themselves.

In fact, if Christ him self stood in my way, I, like Nietzsche, would not hesitate to squish him like a worm.

Silence is argument carried on by other means.

“The fundamental principle is that

no battle, combat, or skirmish is

to be fought unless it will be won.”

The true revolutionary is guided by a great feeling of love.

“Whenever death may surprise us,

let it be welcome if our battle cry has

reached even one receptive ear and another

hand reaches out to take up our arms.”

Wealth is far from being within the reach of the masses simply through the process of appropriation.

In moments of great peril it is easy to muster a powerful response to moral stimuli; but for them to retain their effect requires the development of a consciousness in which there is a new priority of values.

Cruel leaders are replaced only to have new leaders turn cruel.

The revolution is not an apple that falls when it is ripe. You have to make it fall.

If you tremble with indignation at every injustice, then you are a comrade of mine.

Cruel leaders are replaced only to have new leaders turn cruel!

I would rather die standing up, then live life on my knees.

It is not a matter of wishing success to the victim of aggression, but of sharing his fate; one must accompany him to his death or to victory.

Many will call me an adventurer – and that I am, only one of a different sort: one of those who risks his skin to prove his platitudes.

The amount of poverty and suffering required for the emergence of a Rockefeller, and the amount of depravity that the accumulation of a fortune of such magnitude entails, are left out of the picture, and it is not always possible to make the people in general see this.

There are no boundaries in this struggle to the death. We cannot be indifferent to what happens anywhere in the world, for a victory by any country over imperialism is our victory; just as any country’s defeat is a defeat for all of us.

Whenever death may surprise us, let it be welcome if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.

Where a government has come into power through some form of popular vote, fraudulent or not, and maintains at least an appearance of constitutional legality, the guerrilla outbreak cannot be promoted, since the possibilities of peaceful struggle have not yet been exhausted.

At the risk of seeming ridiculous, let me say that the true revolutionary is guided by a great feeling of love. It is impossible to think of a genuine revolutionary lacking this quality.

Why does the guerrilla fighter fight? We must come to the inevitable conclusion that the guerrilla fighter is a social reformer, that he takes up arms responding to the angry protest of the people against their oppressors, and that he fights in order to change the social system that keeps all his unarmed brothers in ignominy and misery.

Words that do not match deeds are unimportant.

Until victory always.

The revolution is not an apple that falls when it is ripe. You have to make it fall.

Cruel leaders are replaced only to have new leaders turn cruel!

In fact, if Christ him self stood in my way, I, like Nietzsche, would not hesitate to squish him like a worm.

Many will call me an adventurer – and that I am, only one of a different sort: one of those who risks his skin to prove his platitudes.

Whenever death may surprise us, let it be welcome if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.

We are overcome by anguish at this illogical moment of humanity.

“It is not just a simple game, it is a weapon of the revolution.”

“Better to die standing, than to live on your knees.”

“I don’t know if the Cuban revolution will survive or not. It’s difficult to say. But [if it doesn't]… don’t come looking for me among the refugees in the embassies. I’ve had that experience, and I’m not ever going to repeat it. I will go out with a machine gun in my hand, to the barricades… I’ll keep fighting to the end.”

“Let me say, at the risk of seeming ridiculous, that the true revolutionary is guided by great feelings of love.”

“It’s a sad thing not to have friends, but it is even sadder not to have enemies.”

How to Read Marx

October 20, 2009 by SuperEgo

How to Read Marx

 

Peter Osborne, How to Read Marx
Norton | 2006 | ISBN 0393328783 | 144 Pages | PDF OCR | 1.4 MB

Drawing on passages from a wide range of Marx’s writings, and showing the links among them, Osborne refutes the myth of Marx as a reductively economistic thinker. What Marx meant by “materialism,” “communism,” and the “critique of political economy” was much richer and more original, philosophically, than is generally recognized. With the renewed globalization of capitalism since 1989, Osborne argues, Marx’s analyses of the consequences of commodification are more relevant today than ever before.
Extracts are taken from the full breadth of Marx’s writings, including Notebooks on Epicurean Philosophy, the Economic and Philosophical Manuscripts, and The Communist Manifesto to Capital.

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Understanding Power by Noam Chomsky

October 20, 2009 by SuperEgo

Understanding Power

 

Understanding Power is a wide-ranging collection of transcribed and previously unpublished discussions and seminars (from 1989 to 1999) with sociopolitical analyst Noam Chomsky.

The chapters, each covering discrete sessions with Chomsky, arrive in a question-and-answer format that at times becomes delightfully contentious. Chomsky holds forth on such disparate topics as American third-party politics, the stifling of true dissent, the illusion of a muscular media, heavy-handed American imperialism (from Southeast Asia to Mexico), a dysfunctional and self-destructing United States political left, the gilding of the Kennedy and Carter administrations, and the impotent state of labor unions.

The relatively accessibility of Understanding Power is a welcome balance to Chomsky’s often formidable scholarly writings. This is a book best taken in doses: a sort of bedside reader.

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Why Is Sex Fun?: The Evolution of Human Sexuality

October 20, 2009 by SuperEgo

Why Is Sex Fun
This book speculates on the evolutionary forces that shaped the unique aspects of human sexuality: female menopause, males’ role in society, having sex in private, and–most unusual of all–having sex for fun instead of for procreation. Through comparative evolution, biologist and science author Diamond (Guns, Germs, and Steel: The Fate of Human Societies), poses credible and thought-provoking yet entertaining factors: the lengthy period of dependency of human infants, sex for pleasure as the tie that helps bind a mother and a father together, and menopause as an evolutionary advantage that, by ending the childbearing years, allows females to pass wisdom and knowledge on to society and succeeding generations. Library Journal

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Guns, Germs, and Steel: The Fates of Human Societies

October 20, 2009 by SuperEgo

Guns, Germs, and Steel
Explaining what William McNeill called The Rise of the West has become the central problem in the study of global history. InGuns, Germs, and Steel Jared Diamond presents the biologist’s answer: geography, demography, and ecological happenstance. Diamond evenhandedly reviews human history on every continent since the Ice Age at a rate that emphasizes only the broadest movements of peoples and ideas. Yet his survey is binocular: one eye has the rather distant vision of the evolutionary biologist, while the other eye–and his heart–belongs to the people of New Guinea, where he has done field work for more than 30 years.Amazon

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BBC – The Story of God (3 of 3) The God of the Gaps

August 2, 2009 by SuperEgo

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The Story of God – No God but God – 2 of 3
The Story of God – Life, the Universe and Everything – 1 of 3

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BBC – The Story of God (2 of 3) No God but God

August 2, 2009 by SuperEgo

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BBC – The Story of God (1 of 3) Life, the Universe and Everything

August 2, 2009 by SuperEgo

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The Story of God – The God of the Gaps – 3 of 3
The Story of God – No God but God – 2 of 3


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Søren Kierkegaard Quotes

July 21, 2009 by SuperEgo

Kierkegaard

- Where am I? Who am I? How did I come to be here? What is this thing called the world? How did I come into the world? Why was I not consulted? And If I am compelled to take part in it, Where is the director? I want to see him.
- Listen to the cry of a woman in labor at the hour of giving birth -look at the dying man’s struggle at his last extremity, and then tell me whether something that begins and ends thus could be intended for enjoyment.
- Our life always expresses the result of our dominant thoughts.
- The truth is a snare: you cannot have it, without being caught. You cannot have the truth in such a way that you catch it, but only in such a way that it catches you.
- People demand freedom of speech as a compensation for the freedom of thought which they seldom use.
- Since boredom advances and boredom is the root of all evil, no wonder, then, that the world goes backwards, that evil spreads. This can be traced back to the very beginning of the world. The gods were bored; therefore they created human beings.
- Far from idleness being the root of all evil, it is rather the only true good.
- Once you label me, you negate me.
- During the first period of a man’s life the greatest danger is not to take the risk.
- Anxiety is the dizziness of freedom.
- Be that self which one truly is.
- I feel as if I were a piece in a game of chess, when my opponent says of it: That piece cannot be moved.
- Not just in commerce but in the world of ideas too our age is putting on a veritable clearance sale. Everything can be had so dirt cheap that one begins to wonder whether in the end anyone will want to make a bid.

- Where am I? Who am I? How did I come to be here? What is this thing called the world? How did I come into the world? Why was I not consulted? And If I am compelled to take part in it, Where is the director? I want to see him.

- Listen to the cry of a woman in labor at the hour of giving birth -look at the dying man’s struggle at his last extremity, and then tell me whether something that begins and ends thus could be intended for enjoyment.

- Our life always expresses the result of our dominant thoughts.

- The truth is a snare: you cannot have it, without being caught. You cannot have the truth in such a way that you catch it, but only in such a way that it catches you.

- People demand freedom of speech as a compensation for the freedom of thought which they seldom use.

- Since boredom advances and boredom is the root of all evil, no wonder, then, that the world goes backwards, that evil spreads. This can be traced back to the very beginning of the world. The gods were bored; therefore they created human beings.

- Far from idleness being the root of all evil, it is rather the only true good.

- Once you label me, you negate me.

- During the first period of a man’s life the greatest danger is not to take the risk.

- Anxiety is the dizziness of freedom.

- Be that self which one truly is.

- I feel as if I were a piece in a game of chess, when my opponent says of it: That piece cannot be moved.

- Not just in commerce but in the world of ideas too our age is putting on a veritable clearance sale. Everything can be had so dirt cheap that one begins to wonder whether in the end anyone will want to make a bid.

On Authorship and Style

July 9, 2009 by SuperEgo

Essays of Arthur Schopenhauer

On Authorship and Style

There are, first of all, two kinds of authors: those who write for the subject’s sake, and those who write for writing’s sake. The first kind have had thoughts or experiences which seem to them worth communicating, while the second kind need money and consequently write for money. They think in order to write, and they may be recognised by their spinning out their thoughts to the greatest possible length, and also by the way they work out their thoughts, which are half-true, perverse, forced, and vacillating; then also by their love of evasion, so that they may seem what they are not; and this is why their writing is lacking in definiteness and clearness.

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Plato Quotes

July 8, 2009 by SuperEgo

Plato

- Wise men speak because they have something to say; Fools because they have to say something.

- Love is a serious mental disease.

- He who commits injustice is ever made more wretched than he who suffers it.

- Life must be lived as play.

- Know thyself.

- I know not how I may seem to others, but to myself I am but a small child wandering upon the vast shores of knowledge, every now and then finding a small bright pebble to content myself with.

- Thinking: The talking of the soul with itself.

- Those who intend on becoming great should love neither themselves nor their own things, but only what is just, whether it happens to be done by themselves or others.

- Knowledge becomes evil if the aim be not virtuous.

- For a man to conquer himself is the first and noblest of all victories.

- Courage is a kind of salvation.

- Human behavior flows from three main sources: desire, emotion, and knowledge.

- We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.

John Locke Quotes

July 8, 2009 by SuperEgo

John Locke

- A sound mind in a sound body is a short but full description of a happy state in this world.

- Good and evil, reward and punishment, are the only motives to a rational creature: these are the spur and reins whereby all mankind are set on work, and guided.

-  I have always thought the actions of men the best interpreters of their thoughts.

- There cannot be greater rudeness than to interrupt another in the current of his discourse.

On Women

July 8, 2009 by SuperEgo

Essays of Arthur Schopenhauer

On Women

These few words of Jouy, Sans les femmes le commencement de notre vie seroit privé de secours, le milieu de plaisirs et la fin de consolation, more exactly express, in my opinion, the true praise of woman than Schiller’s poem, Würde der Frauen, which is the fruit of much careful thought and impressive because of its antithesis and use of contrast. The same thing is more pathetically expressed by Byron in Sardanapalus, Act i, Sc. 2:—

“The very first
Of human life must spring from woman’s breast,
Your first small words are taught you from her lips,
Your first tears quench’d by her, and your last sighs
Too often breathed out in a woman’s hearing,
When men have shrunk from the ignoble care
Of watching the last hour of him who led them.”

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THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB

July 6, 2009 by SuperEgo

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THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB
By Lord Byron

THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;
And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,
When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.

Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green,
That host with their banners at sunset were seen:
Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown,
That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.

For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed;
And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,
And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!

And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,
But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride;
And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf,
And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.

And there lay the rider distorted and pale,
With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail:
And the tents were all silent, the banners alone,
The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.

And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail,
And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal;
And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword,
Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!

Metaphysics of Love

July 6, 2009 by SuperEgo

Essays of Arthur Schopenhauer

Metaphysics of Love

We are accustomed to see poets principally occupied with describing the love of the sexes. This, as a rule, is the leading idea of every dramatic work, be it tragic or comic, romantic or classic, Indian or European. It in no less degree constitutes the greater part of both lyric and epic poetry, especially if in these we include the host of romances which have been produced every year for centuries in every civilised country in Europe as regularly as the fruits of the earth. All these works are nothing more than many-sided, short, or long descriptions of the passion in question. Moreover, the most successful delineations of love, such, for example, as Romeo and Juliet, La Nouvelle Héloise, and Werther, have attained immortal fame.

Rochefoucauld says that love may be compared to a ghost since it is something we talk about but have never seen, and Lichtenberg, in his essay Ueber die Macht der Liebe, disputes and denies its reality and naturalness—but both are in the wrong. For if it were foreign to and contradicted human nature—in other words, if it were merely an imaginary caricature, it would not have been depicted with such zeal by the poets of all ages, or accepted by mankind with an unaltered interest; for anything artistically beautiful cannot exist without truth.

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Suffering Quotes

July 6, 2009 by SuperEgo

” People have a hard time letting go of their suffering , Out of a fear of the unknown , they prefer suffering that is familiar “. Louise Bogan

” The truth that many people never understand , until it is too late , is that the more you try to avoid suffering the more you suffer because smaller and more insignificant things begin to torture you in proportion to your fear of being hurt “. Thich Nhat Hanh

” Pain is inevitable ; suffering is optional “. Thucydides (471 BC – 400 BC )

” We cannot live , suffer or die for somebody else , for suffering is too precious to be shared “. Edward Dahlberg

William Shakespeare Quotes

July 3, 2009 by SuperEgo

William_Shakespeare

- A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.

- Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.

- Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.

- Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.

- Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.

- Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself.

- Hell is empty and all the devils are here.

- I may neither choose who I would, nor refuse who I dislike; so is the will of a living daughter curbed by the will of a dead father.

- I say there is no darkness but ignorance.

- If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?

- Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.

- Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?

- It is a wise father that knows his own child.

- It is neither good nor bad, but thinking makes it so.

AND THOU ART DEAD , AS YOUNG AND FAIR

July 2, 2009 by SuperEgo

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AND THOU ART DEAD , AS YOUNG AND FAIR

By Lord Byron

And thou art dead, as young and fair
As aught of mortal birth;
And form so soft, and charms so rare,
Too soon return’d to Earth!
Though Earth receiv’d them in her bed,
And o’er the spot the crowd may tread
In carelessness or mirth,
There is an eye which could not brook
A moment on that grave to look.
I will not ask where thou liest low,
Nor gaze upon the spot;
There flowers or weeds at will may grow,
So I behold them not:
It is enough for me to prove
That what I lov’d, and long must love,
Like common earth can rot;
To me there needs no stone to tell,
‘T is Nothing that I lov’d so well.
Yet did I love thee to the last
As fervently as thou,
Who didst not change through all the past,
And canst not alter now.
The love where Death has set his seal,
Nor age can chill, nor rival steal,
Nor falsehood disavow:
And, what were worse, thou canst not see
Or wrong, or change, or fault in me.
The better days of life were ours;
The worst can be but mine:
The sun that cheers, the storm that lowers,
Shall never more be thine.
The silence of that dreamless sleep
I envy now too much to weep;
Nor need I to repine
That all those charms have pass’d away,
I might have watch’d through long decay.
The flower in ripen’d bloom unmatch’d
Must fall the earliest prey;
Though by no hand untimely snatch’d,
The leaves must drop away:
And yet it were a greater grief
To watch it withering, leaf by leaf,
Than see it pluck’d to-day;
Since earthly eye but ill can bear
To trace the change to foul from fair.
I know not if I could have borne
To see thy beauties fade;
The night that follow’d such a morn
Had worn a deeper shade:
Thy day without a cloud hath pass’d,
And thou wert lovely to the last,
Extinguish’d, not decay’d;
As stars that shoot along the sky
Shine brightest as they fall from high.
As once I wept, if I could weep,
My tears might well be shed,
To think I was not near to keep
One vigil o’er thy bed;
To gaze, how fondly! on thy face,
To fold thee in a faint embrace,
Uphold thy drooping head;
And show that love, however vain,
Nor thou nor I can feel again.
Yet how much less it were to gain,
Though thou hast left me free,
The loveliest things that still remain,
Than thus remember thee!
The all of thine that cannot die
Through dark and dread Eternity
Returns again to me,
And more thy buried love endears
Than aught except its living years.

And thou art dead, as young and fair

As aught of mortal birth;

And form so soft, and charms so rare,

Too soon return’d to Earth!

Though Earth receiv’d them in her bed,

And o’er the spot the crowd may tread

In carelessness or mirth,

There is an eye which could not brook

A moment on that grave to look.

I will not ask where thou liest low,

Nor gaze upon the spot;

There flowers or weeds at will may grow,

So I behold them not:

It is enough for me to prove

That what I lov’d, and long must love,

Like common earth can rot;

To me there needs no stone to tell,

‘T is Nothing that I lov’d so well.

Yet did I love thee to the last

As fervently as thou,

Who didst not change through all the past,

And canst not alter now.

The love where Death has set his seal,

Nor age can chill, nor rival steal,

Nor falsehood disavow:

And, what were worse, thou canst not see

Or wrong, or change, or fault in me.

The better days of life were ours;

The worst can be but mine:

The sun that cheers, the storm that lowers,

Shall never more be thine.

The silence of that dreamless sleep

I envy now too much to weep;

Nor need I to repine

That all those charms have pass’d away,

I might have watch’d through long decay.

The flower in ripen’d bloom unmatch’d

Must fall the earliest prey;

Though by no hand untimely snatch’d,

The leaves must drop away:

And yet it were a greater grief

To watch it withering, leaf by leaf,

Than see it pluck’d to-day;

Since earthly eye but ill can bear

To trace the change to foul from fair.

I know not if I could have borne

To see thy beauties fade;

The night that follow’d such a morn

Had worn a deeper shade:

Thy day without a cloud hath pass’d,

And thou wert lovely to the last,

Extinguish’d, not decay’d;

As stars that shoot along the sky

Shine brightest as they fall from high.

As once I wept, if I could weep,

My tears might well be shed,

To think I was not near to keep

One vigil o’er thy bed;

To gaze, how fondly! on thy face,

To fold thee in a faint embrace,

Uphold thy drooping head;

And show that love, however vain,

Nor thou nor I can feel again.

Yet how much less it were to gain,

Though thou hast left me free,

The loveliest things that still remain,

Than thus remember thee!

The all of thine that cannot die

Through dark and dread Eternity

Returns again to me,

And more thy buried love endears

Than aught except its living years.

Darkness By Lord Byron

July 2, 2009 by SuperEgo

Lord Byron

I had a dream, which was not all a dream.

The bright sun was extinguish’d, and the stars

Did wander darkling in the eternal space,

Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth

Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;

Morn came and went–and came, and brought no day,

And men forgot their passions in the dread

Of this their desolation; and all hearts

Were chill’d into a selfish prayer for light:

And they did live by watchfires–and the thrones,

The palaces of crowned kings–the huts,

The habitations of all things which dwell,

Were burnt for beacons; cities were consum’d

And men were gather’d round their blazing homes

To look once more into each other’s face;

Happy were those who dwelt within the eye

Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch:

A fearful hope was all the world contain’d;

Forests were set on fire–but hour by hour

They fell and faded–and the crackling trunks

Extinguish’d with a crash–and all was black.

The brows of men by the despairing light

Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits

The flashes fell upon them; some lay down

And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest

Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smil’d;

And others hurried to and fro, and fed

Their funeral piles with fuel, and look’d up

With mad disquietude on the dull sky,

The pall of a past world; and then again

With curses cast them down upon the dust,

And gnash’d their teeth and howl’d: the wild birds shriek’d

And, terrified, did flutter on the ground,

And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes

Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawl’d

And twin’d themselves among the multitude,

Hissing, but stingless–they were slain for food.

And War, which for a moment was no more,

Did glut himself again: a meal was bought

With blood, and each sate sullenly apart

Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left;

All earth was but one thought–and that was death

Immediate and inglorious; and the pang

Of famine fed upon all entrails–men

Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh;

The meagre by the meagre were devour’d,

Even dogs assail’d their masters, all save one,

And he was faithful to a corse, and kept

The birds and beasts and famish’d men at bay,

Till hunger clung them, or the dropping dead

Lur’d their lank jaws; himself sought out no food,

But with a piteous and perpetual moan,

And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand

Which answer’d not with a caress–he died.

The crowd was famish’d by degrees; but two

Of an enormous city did survive,

And they were enemies: they met beside

The dying embers of an altar-place

Where had been heap’d a mass of holy things

For an unholy usage; they rak’d up,

And shivering scrap’d with their cold skeleton hands

The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath

Blew for a little life, and made a flame

Which was a mockery; then they lifted up

Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld

Each other’s aspects–saw, and shriek’d, and died–

Even of their mutual hideousness they died,

Unknowing who he was upon whose brow

Famine had written Fiend. The world was void,

The populous and the powerful was a lump,

Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless–

A lump of death–a chaos of hard clay.

The rivers, lakes and ocean all stood still,

And nothing stirr’d within their silent depths;

Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea,

And their masts fell down piecemeal: as they dropp’d

They slept on the abyss without a surge–

The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,

The moon, their mistress, had expir’d before;

The winds were wither’d in the stagnant air,

And the clouds perish’d; Darkness had no need

Of aid from them–She was the Universe.

I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish’d, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went–and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chill’d into a selfish prayer for light:
And they did live by watchfires–and the thrones,
The palaces of crowned kings–the huts,
The habitations of all things which dwell,
Were burnt for beacons; cities were consum’d
And men were gather’d round their blazing homes
To look once more into each other’s face;
Happy were those who dwelt within the eye
Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch:
A fearful hope was all the world contain’d;
Forests were set on fire–but hour by hour
They fell and faded–and the crackling trunks
Extinguish’d with a crash–and all was black.
The brows of men by the despairing light
Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits
The flashes fell upon them; some lay down
And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest
Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smil’d;
And others hurried to and fro, and fed
Their funeral piles with fuel, and look’d up
With mad disquietude on the dull sky,
The pall of a past world; and then again
With curses cast them down upon the dust,
And gnash’d their teeth and howl’d: the wild birds shriek’d
And, terrified, did flutter on the ground,
And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes
Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawl’d
And twin’d themselves among the multitude,
Hissing, but stingless–they were slain for food.
And War, which for a moment was no more,
Did glut himself again: a meal was bought
With blood, and each sate sullenly apart
Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left;
All earth was but one thought–and that was death
Immediate and inglorious; and the pang
Of famine fed upon all entrails–men
Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh;
The meagre by the meagre were devour’d,
Even dogs assail’d their masters, all save one,
And he was faithful to a corse, and kept
The birds and beasts and famish’d men at bay,
Till hunger clung them, or the dropping dead
Lur’d their lank jaws; himself sought out no food,
But with a piteous and perpetual moan,
And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand
Which answer’d not with a caress–he died.
The crowd was famish’d by degrees; but two
Of an enormous city did survive,
And they were enemies: they met beside
The dying embers of an altar-place
Where had been heap’d a mass of holy things
For an unholy usage; they rak’d up,
And shivering scrap’d with their cold skeleton hands
The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath
Blew for a little life, and made a flame
Which was a mockery; then they lifted up
Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld
Each other’s aspects–saw, and shriek’d, and died–
Even of their mutual hideousness they died,
Unknowing who he was upon whose brow
Famine had written Fiend. The world was void,
The populous and the powerful was a lump,
Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless–
A lump of death–a chaos of hard clay.
The rivers, lakes and ocean all stood still,
And nothing stirr’d within their silent depths;
Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea,
And their masts fell down piecemeal: as they dropp’d
They slept on the abyss without a surge–
The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
The moon, their mistress, had expir’d before;
The winds were wither’d in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perish’d; Darkness had no need

Of aid from them–She was the Universe.