The Love Thread
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To love is to open the door for pain's ingress.whispering hands said:Love is is never quite attainable for me. Twice now I've thought I was blessed by the presence of this ever Lying promise of being loved. Each held my heart, tentatively handed over, it's beating pulse in their control; for to love is to give wholly of one's self. So I did.
The first promised his heart, but always found some reason to never give it up, as he held mine in his hands. He promised we'd grow old together, share life's dreams together, and then stabbed my heart, and laughed as it lie bleeding in his palm. I snatched it back and rushed it to be healed.
Though it was stitched back together, the healing of it took years. Scary issue developed over the wound, and my poor heart learned to beat a little quieter.
The second promised he'd never repeat what the first had done. He held me, and made me believe he cherished me. But I was not what he'd hoped, so I was never go adorn his arm in public, nor speak his name aloud. But alone together I was his world. Then I grew ill, and I went to heal, only to come home to having no home at all. My poor heart wretched and coughed, and the puss of hatred seeped from newly infected wounds. I left.. A
Again I sought to heal my heart, again it has taken years to heal, and while the wounds have healed, and the scar tissue is thick, I now am terrified of this lie they call Love. It is not great, it holds no merit. All it has ever been to me is a weapon of mass destruction.
Though it provide but little succor, lend your thoughts to the love you have given when the love returned should fail you. Surely, there must be those you have touched, who's lives are richer, fuller, and dearer for your presence. Did your mother not feel the greatness, the fullness, the true merit of love when first she held you in her arms? Have there been no doggies who lay their head upon your lap and sigh with the full contentedness and trust that is doggie love? Always, always remember that love is just around the corner. My great grandfather found love again in his 80's, after his wife had passed in his 70's, and was open still to love when he passed himself in his 90's!Monkey Driven, Call this Living?0 -
I'll see your Romantic poet and raise you one Metaphysical. One of my favourites, by Andrew Marvell; too long to quote in its entirety so I'll just leave the last few lines, which are my favourite.rgambs said:Do you believe in love at first sight? I do.
Time's sea hath been five years at it's slow ebb,
Long hours have to and fro let creep the sand,
Since I was tangled in thy beauty's web,
And snared by the ungloving of thine hand.
And yet I never look on midnight sky,
But I behold thine eyes' well memory'd light;
I cannot look upon the rose's dye,
But to thy cheek my soul doth take it's flight.
I cannot look on any budding flower,
But my fond ear, in fancy at thy lips
And hearkening for a love sound, doth devour
It's sweets in the wrong sense: -Thou dost eclipse
Every delight with sweet remembering,
And grief unto my darling joys dost bring.
Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life:
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.my small self... like a book amongst the many on a shelf0 -
Had we but world enough, and time,oftenreading said:
I'll see your Romantic poet and raise you one Metaphysical. One of my favourites, by Andrew Marvell; too long to quote in its entirety so I'll just leave the last few lines, which are my favourite.rgambs said:Do you believe in love at first sight? I do.
Time's sea hath been five years at it's slow ebb,
Long hours have to and fro let creep the sand,
Since I was tangled in thy beauty's web,
And snared by the ungloving of thine hand.
And yet I never look on midnight sky,
But I behold thine eyes' well memory'd light;
I cannot look upon the rose's dye,
But to thy cheek my soul doth take it's flight.
I cannot look on any budding flower,
But my fond ear, in fancy at thy lips
And hearkening for a love sound, doth devour
It's sweets in the wrong sense: -Thou dost eclipse
Every delight with sweet remembering,
And grief unto my darling joys dost bring.
Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life:
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.
This coyness lady, were no crime.
We would sit down, and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love's day.
Very nice! I don't think Marvell was a match for Milton, but I will take him over Donne any day!
If I wind it back to Shakespeare does that make me pedantic? Don't care lol because Billy Badass was the master of the sonnet!
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Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
Oh, no! it is an ever fix`ed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to ever wandering bark
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within His bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with His brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.Monkey Driven, Call this Living?0 -
Don't you be slagging off Donne, rgambs - that's grounds for getting banned right there! But I won't argue with you about Shakespeare.rgambs said:
Had we but world enough, and time,oftenreading said:
I'll see your Romantic poet and raise you one Metaphysical. One of my favourites, by Andrew Marvell; too long to quote in its entirety so I'll just leave the last few lines, which are my favourite.rgambs said:Do you believe in love at first sight? I do.
Time's sea hath been five years at it's slow ebb,
Long hours have to and fro let creep the sand,
Since I was tangled in thy beauty's web,
And snared by the ungloving of thine hand.
And yet I never look on midnight sky,
But I behold thine eyes' well memory'd light;
I cannot look upon the rose's dye,
But to thy cheek my soul doth take it's flight.
I cannot look on any budding flower,
But my fond ear, in fancy at thy lips
And hearkening for a love sound, doth devour
It's sweets in the wrong sense: -Thou dost eclipse
Every delight with sweet remembering,
And grief unto my darling joys dost bring.
Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life:
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.
This coyness lady, were no crime.
We would sit down, and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love's day.
Very nice! I don't think Marvell was a match for Milton, but I will take him over Donne any day!
If I wind it back to Shakespeare does that make me pedantic? Don't care lol because Billy Badass was the master of the sonnet!
116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
Oh, no! it is an ever fix`ed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to ever wandering bark
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within His bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with His brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
A little Donne for you, the last stanza of The Sun Rising. I seem to be in a sunny mood.
She's all states, and all princes I,
Nothing else is.
Princes do but play us; compar'd to this,
All honour's mimic, all wealth alchemy.
Thou, sun, art half as happy as we,
In that the world's contracted thus;
Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be
To warm the world, that's done in warming us.
Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere;
This bed thy centre is, these walls, thy spheremy small self... like a book amongst the many on a shelf0 -
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The sun is a great metaphor for love, it shines on regardless of what is happening without, which ought to be the very purest aspect of love.oftenreading said:
Don't you be slagging off Donne, rgambs - that's grounds for getting banned right there! But I won't argue with you about Shakespeare.rgambs said:
Had we but world enough, and time,oftenreading said:
I'll see your Romantic poet and raise you one Metaphysical. One of my favourites, by Andrew Marvell; too long to quote in its entirety so I'll just leave the last few lines, which are my favourite.rgambs said:Do you believe in love at first sight? I do.
Time's sea hath been five years at it's slow ebb,
Long hours have to and fro let creep the sand,
Since I was tangled in thy beauty's web,
And snared by the ungloving of thine hand.
And yet I never look on midnight sky,
But I behold thine eyes' well memory'd light;
I cannot look upon the rose's dye,
But to thy cheek my soul doth take it's flight.
I cannot look on any budding flower,
But my fond ear, in fancy at thy lips
And hearkening for a love sound, doth devour
It's sweets in the wrong sense: -Thou dost eclipse
Every delight with sweet remembering,
And grief unto my darling joys dost bring.
Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life:
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.
This coyness lady, were no crime.
We would sit down, and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love's day.
Very nice! I don't think Marvell was a match for Milton, but I will take him over Donne any day!
If I wind it back to Shakespeare does that make me pedantic? Don't care lol because Billy Badass was the master of the sonnet!
116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
Oh, no! it is an ever fix`ed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to ever wandering bark
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within His bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with His brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
A little Donne for you, the last stanza of The Sun Rising. I seem to be in a sunny mood.
She's all states, and all princes I,
Nothing else is.
Princes do but play us; compar'd to this,
All honour's mimic, all wealth alchemy.
Thou, sun, art half as happy as we,
In that the world's contracted thus;
Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be
To warm the world, that's done in warming us.
Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere;
This bed thy centre is, these walls, thy sphere
I will freely admit I have slagged off on Donne. His blank verse just doesn't do it for me and I find his religious allegories a bit rich for my taste. I am not a big William Blake guy either, but while I have skimmed in Donne, Tennyson, and Blake I have delved deep into Keats, Shelley, and Shakespeare! Poetry is good food.Monkey Driven, Call this Living?0 -
I have to say I'm not a fan of the flowery (though I think much of it also has to do with how it's written, ala Shakespeare - almost like a foreign language), though I do like what I've read of Neruda.0
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Yeah only literature dweebs care about the upper end of poetry lol. We are a different breed!hedonist said:I have to say I'm not a fan of the flowery (though I think much of it also has to do with how it's written, ala Shakespeare - almost like a foreign language), though I do like what I've read of Neruda.
Neruda I have to read both the Spanish and the translation, to get the rhythm and then the meaning. For instance:
Te recuerdo como eras in el ultimo otono.
Eras la boina gris y el corazon en calma.
En tus ojos peleaban las llamas del crepusculo.
Y las hojas caian an el agua de tu alma.
I remember you as you were in the last autumn.
You were the grey beret and the still heart.
In your eyes the flames of the twilight fought on.
And the leaves fell in the water of your soul.Monkey Driven, Call this Living?0 -
Wendell Berry :
Whatever happens,
Those who have learned
To love one another
Have made their way
To the lasting world
And will not leave,
Whatever happens.Monkey Driven, Call this Living?0 -
Thank you for translating - the grey beret line hit me.
When my husband introduced me to Tool on the mixed-cd, his request was to listen to H first. It took me a bit to get what he meant, but when I got it, I got it huge.
"considerately killing me" and the gorgeously-screamed "I DON'T MIND".
Yes, it's one of our songs
Lyrics below but I couldn't be arsed to separate the lines based on the cut & paste from their website. Worth the read if anyone has the inclination. It too is poetry; hell, fucking Maynard is a poet.
What's coming through is alive. What's holding up is a mirror. But what's singing songs is a snake looking to turn this piss to wine. They're both totally void of hate, but killing me just the same. The snake behind me hisses what my damage could have been. My blood before me begs meopen up my heart again. And I feel this coming over like a storm again. considerately. Venomous voice, tempts me, drains me, bleeds me, leaves me cracked and empty. Drags me down like some sweet gravity. The snake behind me hisses what my damage could have been. My blood before me begs me open up my heart again. And I feel this coming over like a storm again. I am too connected to you to slip away, to fade away. Days away I still feel you touching me, changing me, and considerately killing me. Without the skin, beneath the storm, under these tears the walls came down. And the snake is drowned and as I look in his eyes, my fear begins to fade recalling all of those times. I could have cried then. I should have cried then. And as the walls come down and as I look in your eyes my fear begins to fade recalling all of the times I have died and will die. It's all right. I don't mind. I am too connected to you to slip away, to fade away. Days away I still feel you touching me, changing me, and considerately killing me0 -
WENDELL BERRY!! I love that guy!rgambs said:Wendell Berry :
Whatever happens,
Those who have learned
To love one another
Have made their way
To the lasting world
And will not leave,
Whatever happens.
:-bd"It's a sad and beautiful world"-Roberto Benigni0 -
For some reason, Dr. Seuss in all his sweet simple wisdom came to mind.
And I hope this isn't inappropriate but that gave way to a thought of Pandora and some of what she wrote in the poetry forum.
I think she would've been all over this thread
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Awezome guy, don't agree with him always, but I like the cut of his jib and his SERIOUS naturalism.brianlux said:
WENDELL BERRY!! I love that guy!rgambs said:Wendell Berry :
Whatever happens,
Those who have learned
To love one another
Have made their way
To the lasting world
And will not leave,
Whatever happens.
:-bdMonkey Driven, Call this Living?0 -
Considerately killing me is an awesome lyric, I will have to look that one up Tool is the most original band ever!hedonist said:Thank you for translating - the grey beret line hit me.
When my husband introduced me to Tool on the mixed-cd, his request was to listen to H first. It took me a bit to get what he meant, but when I got it, I got it huge.
"considerately killing me" and the gorgeously-screamed "I DON'T MIND".
Yes, it's one of our songs
Lyrics below but I couldn't be arsed to separate the lines based on the cut & paste from their website. Worth the read if anyone has the inclination. It too is poetry; hell, fucking Maynard is a poet.
What's coming through is alive. What's holding up is a mirror. But what's singing songs is a snake looking to turn this piss to wine. They're both totally void of hate, but killing me just the same. The snake behind me hisses what my damage could have been. My blood before me begs meopen up my heart again. And I feel this coming over like a storm again. considerately. Venomous voice, tempts me, drains me, bleeds me, leaves me cracked and empty. Drags me down like some sweet gravity. The snake behind me hisses what my damage could have been. My blood before me begs me open up my heart again. And I feel this coming over like a storm again. I am too connected to you to slip away, to fade away. Days away I still feel you touching me, changing me, and considerately killing me. Without the skin, beneath the storm, under these tears the walls came down. And the snake is drowned and as I look in his eyes, my fear begins to fade recalling all of those times. I could have cried then. I should have cried then. And as the walls come down and as I look in your eyes my fear begins to fade recalling all of the times I have died and will die. It's all right. I don't mind. I am too connected to you to slip away, to fade away. Days away I still feel you touching me, changing me, and considerately killing meMonkey Driven, Call this Living?0 -
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Aye, gambs!
And Smelly, I picture you as Homer right now 0 -
I met Mr Berry a few years ago. I told him that I had sent him a couple of letters several years ago during a difficult time in my life (I guess what they call a "midlife crisis") and that the replies he sent me had a great and positive influence and effect on my life. He kind of gave me this sheepish smile and said, "Well I'm glad I did something right." OH man, I thought, of course you did- you're Wendell Berry! I truly and sincerely love that man.rgambs said:
Awezome guy, don't agree with him always, but I like the cut of his jib and his SERIOUS naturalism.brianlux said:
WENDELL BERRY!! I love that guy!rgambs said:Wendell Berry :
Whatever happens,
Those who have learned
To love one another
Have made their way
To the lasting world
And will not leave,
Whatever happens.
:-bd
"It's a sad and beautiful world"-Roberto Benigni0 -
Anyone have a favorite love story? It sure isnt Romeo and Juliet for me! That is not half the love story it is commonly thought to be.
:-w :P
Romeo is already love-sick for Rosaline when he meets Juliet, and immediately falls head over heels for her. They only meet each other 3 times, and they only know each other for less than a week!
I am a big fan of the film "What dreams May Come". It is based on one of the greatest love stories of all time, the Greek myth of Orpheus and Eurydice, wherein he journeys to hell to retrieve his wife. Robin Williams delivers an outstanding performance as well, worth the watch!Monkey Driven, Call this Living?0 -
I've loved that film each time I've seen it - the visuals alone are extraordinarily beautiful - and I had no idea of its basis.
As to your question...I'd say if we're lucky, our own stories of love are our favorite. Mine is 0 -
No favorite love stories. But I usually despise love songs and for some reason Lightening Bolt is the best love song I've listened to. I actually don't hate it!! That's saying a lot, cause usually anything like that literally makes me sick, like Future Days, makes me want to puke!! Lol so no favorite love stories from me.. But I am enjoying this thread..
And Hedo, yes this thread made me think of Pandora too, she really would have loved this!0
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