Percy Bysshe Shelley: Pain and laughter

“Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.”

-Percy Bysshe Shelley, poet (1792-1822).


One-Way Street: Dragging wet feet

Congrats! You’re the owner of a new time machine. The catch? It comes in two models, each traveling one way only: the past OR the future. Which do you choose, and why?

(Thanks for the great prompt suggestion, Purvi Gadia!)

 “The future arrives one day at a time.”


Plato: Poetry

“Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet. ”

Plato. Luni marble, copy of the portrait made ...

Plato. Luni marble, copy of the portrait made by Silanion ca. 370 BC for the Academia in Athens. From the sacred area in Largo Argentina, 1925. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Bernard Iddings Bell: To love

Love Truly Romance

Love Truly Romance (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“To love is not a passive thing. To love is active voice. When I love I do something, I function, I give. I do not love in order that I may be loved back again, but for the creative joy of loving. And every time I do so love I am freed, at least a little, by the outgoing of love, from enslavement to that most intolerable of master, myself.”
—Bernard Iddings Bell

Ralph Waldo Emerson: Excess wisdom

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Ralph Waldo Emerson (Photo credit: Books18)

“The wise through excess of wisdom is made a fool.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson

Petrarch: Love life

Portrait of Francesco Petrarca (1304-1374), It...

Portrait of Francesco Petrarca (1304-1374), Italian poet and humanist (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“True, we love life, not because we are used to living, but because we are used to loving. There is always some madness in love, but there is also always some reason in madness.”

Borrowed mirth

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Laugh, and the world laughs with you; / Weep, and you weep alone. / For this brave old earth must borrow its mirth, / But has trouble enough of its own.-Ella Wheeler Wilcox, poet (1850-1919)

St. Paul: Love

folio 950 recto of the codex with text of 1 Co...

folio 950 recto of the codex with text of 1 Corinthians 1;1-21 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice in wrongdoing, but rejoices in the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.”
—Bible, Paul, 1 Corinthians, 13: 4-7.

Sting: Love

Sting at the 2009 Tribeca Film Festival for th...

Sting at the 2009 Tribeca Film Festival for the premiere of Duncan Jones’s film Moon. Photographer’s blog post about this event. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“I think love has something to do with allowing a person you claim to love to enter a larger arena than the one you create for them. ”

Khalil Gibran: Hate

Khalil Gibran (April 1913)

Khalil Gibran (April 1913) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Hate is a dead thing. Who of you would be a tomb? –Kahlil Gibran, poet and artist (1883-1931)

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe: Love

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe at age 69

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“Love does not dominate; it cultivates. ”
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.

Herman Hesse: Love of God and good

Hermann Hesse, photographed this year

Love of God is not always the same as love of good. ”
Herman Hesse.

Robert Frost: Poetry

Robert Frost, Dartmouth 1896.

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I have never started a poem yet whose end I knew. Writing a poem is discovering. –Robert Frost, poet (1874-1963)

Emily Dickinson: Faith

Emily dickinson

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“Faith” is a fine invention / For gentlemen who see — / But microscopes are prudent / In an emergency. -Emily Dickinson, poet (1830-1886)

Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr: Poetic dictionary

Oliver Wendell Holmes (1809–1894), American ph...

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When I feel inclined to read poetry, I take down my dictionary. The poetry of words is quite as beautiful as the poetry of sentences. The author may arrange the gems effectively, but their shape and lustre have been given by the attrition of ages. –Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr., writer and physician (1809-1894)

Jefferson Carter: There’s no such thing as a stupid question


by Jefferson Carter

All the good questions have been asked.
Am I my brother’s keeper?
Are you my pork chop?
What’s a guy gotta do to get a drink around here?
I’ve been dreaming about my brother,
who lived on Crete. I dragged him out of the surf,
dead drunk, 150-pound carp, but hairier
& muttering every pariah’s secret,
“I’m a creep. I’m a creep.”
Do dreams begin responsibilities?
Frere Jacques, Frere Jacques, dormez vous?
A squalid rented room,
the furniture shrouded in wax paper.
Who’s to blame? A stupid question.
Brother Jon, Jon, my brother, are you sleeping?

Samuel Johnson: Poetry

Poetry, indeed, cannot be translated; and, therefore, it is the poets that preserve the languages; for we would not be at the trouble to learn a language if we could have all that is written in it just as well in a translation. But as the beauties of poetry cannot be preserved in any language except that in which it was originally written, we learn the language. –Samuel Johnson, lexicographer (1709-1784).