The Inner Piece

July 11, 2011

With homage, gratitude, and reverence to Joni Mitchell.

Filed under: Music, poetry, Unoriginal Content — Tags: , , , — josahlin @ 3:23 pm

I woke up, and it was a Chelsea morning. The first thing that I heard was a song outside my window… Won’t you stay? We’ll put on the day, and wear it ’til the night comes.

The first thing that I saw was the sun through yellow curtains, and a rainbow on the walls. Blue, red, green, and gold welcome you… crimson crystal beads beckon. Won’t you stay?

The streets are paved with passersby, and pidgeons fly, and papers lie waiting to blow away.

The sun poured in.  Like butterscotch, it stuck to all my senses.

We’ll put on the day. And we’ll talk in present tenses.

April 24, 2011

Poem #4

Filed under: poetry, Unoriginal Content — josahlin @ 1:51 pm

Yesterday was a magnificent, glorious day. The sun was out, it was warm, and for a while Haley and I were just laying on some grass and writing. Her writing prompt was to take a line from a poem by someone famous, then write for about 3 minutes after that in poetry, prose, whatever. We each wrote 4 poems, and I’m posting all of mine. They each begin with a line from a Sylvia Plath poem.

(This one is my favorite :)

The night sky is only a sort of carbon paper,
and the moon is only paper,
and the stars are cardboard cutouts
carved by children
to the tune of a rhyme.
And what does that make us:
dolls with stick-on clothes
and polyester hair,
making wishes on those cardboard stars
and making promises by paper moons.

Poem #3

Filed under: poetry, Unoriginal Content — josahlin @ 1:50 pm

Yesterday was a magnificent, glorious day. The sun was out, it was warm, and for a while Haley and I were just laying on some grass and writing. Her writing prompt was to take a line from a poem by someone famous, then write for about 3 minutes after that in poetry, prose, whatever. We each wrote 4 poems, and I’m posting all of mine. They each begin with a line from a Sylvia Plath poem.

Stalemated their armies stood,
with tottering banners:
Weakness like a plague
infested the men, dropping their weapons
and their courage.
Wind carried on it the smell of fear,
and the flags waved
oblivious to the terror below.

Poem #2

Filed under: poetry, Unoriginal Content — josahlin @ 1:45 pm

Yesterday was a magnificent, glorious day. The sun was out, it was warm, and for a while Haley and I were just laying on some grass and writing. Her writing prompt was to take a line from a poem by someone famous, then write for about 3 minutes after that in poetry, prose, whatever. We each wrote 4 poems, and I’m posting all of mine. They each begin with a line from a Sylvia Plath poem.

Winter dawn is the color of metal,
the trees stiffen into place like burnt nerves.
Industrial heaviness, a cold with menace. Beckoning the fire the color of wood.
Renewable, rekindling iron,
melting and forming bone.
Blowing dust,
manufacturing a cyclone built of steel resolve.

Poem #1

Filed under: poetry, Unoriginal Content — josahlin @ 1:42 pm

Yesterday was a magnificent, glorious day. The sun was out, it was warm, and for a while Haley and I were just laying on some grass and writing. Her writing prompt was to take a line from a poem by someone famous, then write for about 3 minutes after that in poetry, prose, whatever. We each wrote 4 poems, and I’m posting all of mine. They each begin with a line from a Sylvia Plath poem.

With moon-eye, mouth-pipes.
Pipes green.
Pipes water.
Everything a maze,
everything connected.
Once a maze, always a maze.
Once a knot, always a knot.
Once with an eye,
watching the tides awaken and sleep,
watching the ocean yawn and its tributaries trickle.

January 21, 2011

Gobbits: A guide to the allusions made in the film “The History Boys”

I’m working on compiling all of the quotes (“gobbits” :) that are used in the movie “The History Boys.” This is one of my favorite all-time movies, and I highly recommend it to anyone, especially if you’re a girl (um, eye candy) or have a fascination with history, literature, poetry (the good, 19th century kind), music, or other similar academic topics. If you love spending time in libraries, have a fascination with Europe, are trying to get into college, secretly like taking tests and just love the word “exam” for some reason, or speak French, I encourage you to see “The History Boys” ASAP.

That said, If you haven’t seen the movie you might want to stop reading this blog post. It contains no spoilers, but I think you’d do better to experience these quotes in their context of the movie rather than this drier list. I have tried to include quotes, poems, excerpts from any text, and titles of songs. They mostly go chronologically through the movie.

I’ll keep adding to this and if you have suggestions please let me know!

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“Wish Me Luck” (song) — Gracie Fields

“The happiest youth, viewing his progress through,
What perils past, what crosses to ensue,
Would shut the book, and sit him down and die.”  – King Henry IV, Shakespeare

“All knowledge is precious whether or not it serves the slightest human use.” — A.E. Housman

“Loveliest of trees, the cherry now…” — A.E. Housman

“Happy is England, sweet her artless daughters;
Enough their simple loveliness for me.”  – Keats

“L’achordioniste” (song) — Orig. Edith Piaf

“Those long uneven lines
Standing as patiently
As if they were stretched outside
The Oval or Villa Park,
The crowns of hats, the sun
On moustached archaic faces
Grinning as if it were all
An August Bank Holiday lark;

Never such innocence,
Never before or since,
As changed itself to past
Without a word—the men
Leaving the gardens tidy,
The thousands of marriages
Lasting a little while longer:
Never such innocence again.” — Philip Larkin, “MCMXIV”

“Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered” (song) — Orig. Ella Fitzgerald

“Now Voyager” (movie, 1942)

“The untold want, by life and land ne’er granted,
Now, Voyager, sail thou forth to seek and find.” — Walt Whitman, “Untold Want,” from “Leaves of Grass”

“The Old Masters; how well, they understood
Its human position; how it takes place
While someone else is eating or opening a window.” — W. H. Auden

“Breaking bread with the dead” — W.H. Auden (Full quote: “Art is our chief means of breaking bread with the dead.”)

“England, you have been here tooo long,
And the songs you sing are the songs you sung
On a braver day. Now they are wrong.”  – Stevie Smith, “Voices Against England in the Night”

“Brief Encounter” (movie, 1946)

“All literature is consolation.” — This was said by Dakin in the film, but my research has shown that it may have originated or been inspired by Boethius.

“Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.” — Shakespeare, Sonnet 73

“The tree of man was never quiet:
Then ’twas the Roman, now ’tis I.”  – A.E. Housman, “On Wenlock Edge the Wood’s In Trouble”

“They throw in Drummer Hodge, to rest
Uncoffined — just as found:
His landmark is a kopje-crest
That breaks the veldt around:
And foreign constellations west
Each night above his mound.
Young Hodge the drummer never knew –
Fresh from his Wessex home –
The meaning of the broad Karoo,
The Bush, the dusty loam,
And why uprose to nightly view
Strange stars amid the gloam.
Yet portion of that unknown plain
Will Hodge for ever be;
His homely Northern breast and brain
Grow to some Southern tree,
And strange-eyed constellations reign
His stars eternally.” — Thomas Hardy, “Drummer Hodge”

“That there’s some corner of a foreign field …
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;” — Rupert Brooke, “The Soldier”

“When I’m Cleaning Windows” (song) — George Thornby

“Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.” — Ludwig Wittgenstein

“The world is everything that is the case” — Ludwig Wittgenstein

“The open road, the dusty highway … Travel, change, interest, excitement! Poop poop!” — The Toad, from “The Wind in the Willows,” by Kenneth Grahame

“Bye Bye Blackbird” (song) — Mort Dixon, 1926

“Tu comprendras ce tu pas donné.” — Rudge says this twice, and I still can’t find its original context. I’ll keep looking!

October 11, 2010

Beautiful.

Filed under: Art, Unoriginal Content — josahlin @ 9:31 pm

excellent comic site, www.asofterworld.com

August 22, 2010

“Sex Kills” lyrics by Joni Mitchell

Filed under: Music, Unoriginal Content — josahlin @ 11:24 am

I pulled up behind a Cadillac;
We were waiting for the light;
And I took a look at his license plate-
It said, “Just Ice.”
Is justice just ice?
Governed by greed and lust?
Just the strong doing what they can
And the weak suffering what they must?
And the gas leaks
And the oil spills
And sex sells everything
And sex kills …
Sex kills …

Doctors’ pills give you brand new ills
And the bills bury you like an avalanche
And lawyers haven’t been this popular
Since Robespierre slaughtered half of France!
And Indian chiefs with their old beliefs know
The balance is undone-crazy ions-
You can feel it out in traffic;
Everyone hates everyone!
And the gas leaks
And the oil spills
And sex sells everything
And sex kills …
Sex kills …

All these jackoffs at the office
The rapist in the pool
Oh and the tragedies in the nurseries-
Little kids packin’ guns to school
The ulcerated ozone
These tumors of the skin-
This hostile sun beating down on
This massive mess we’re in!
And the gas leaks
And the oil spills
And sex sells everything
And sex kills …

February 24, 2010

Interesting.

Filed under: Faith/Spirituality, Unoriginal Content — Tags: , , , , — josahlin @ 1:10 am

Stereotype much?

Click on image to be directed to its original site, where you can also view the enlarged version.

February 19, 2010

“My Moon My Man”

Filed under: Music, Unoriginal Content — josahlin @ 11:38 pm

Lyrics by Feist.

My moon, my man’s a changeable land
Such a loveable land to me
My care, my co-lead barber I know
There’s nowhere to go but on

How honestly my beggar should be
The song’s out of key again
My fools, my things
We’re digging the things
If the candlelit page again

Take it slow
Take it easy on me
Shed some light
Shed some light on things
Take it slow
Take it easy on me
Shed some light
Shed some light on things

My moon and me
Not skirty swift bean
It’s the dirtiest clean I know
My care, my co-lead barber I know
There’s nowhere to go
There’s nowhere to go

Take it slow
Take it easy on me
Shed some light
Shed some light on things
Take it slow
Take it easy on me
Shed some light
Shed some light on it please

My moon
The moon my man
My moon
The moon my man…

February 10, 2010

This is peace.

Filed under: Unoriginal Content — Tags: , , , , — josahlin @ 12:54 am

February 6, 2010

Poetry, pure poetry.

Filed under: poetry, Unoriginal Content — Tags: , , — josahlin @ 11:51 pm
An excerpt from a poem by Matthew Arnold, called "Dover Beach"

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.

December 22, 2009

WAR IS OVER!

Filed under: Unoriginal Content — Tags: , , , — josahlin @ 5:33 pm

 

WAR IS OVER!

If you want it.

 

A Love Letter From John And Yoko: 
To People Who Ask Us What, When And Why

Filed under: Faith/Spirituality, Unoriginal Content — josahlin @ 5:26 pm

Sunday, May 27, 1979

The past ten years we noticed everything we wished came true in its own time, good or bad, one way or the other. We kept telling each other that one of these days we would have to get organized and wish for only good things. Then our baby arrived! We were overjoyed and at the same time felt very responsible. Now our wishes would also affect him. We felt it was time for us to stop discussing and do something about our wishing process: The Spring Cleaning of our minds! It was a lot of work. We kept finding things in those old closets in our minds that we hadn’t realized were still there, things we wished we hadn’t found. As we did our cleaning, we also started to notice many wrong things in our house: there was a shelf which should never have been there in the first place, a painting we grew to dislike, and there were the two dingy rooms, which became light and breezy when we broke the walls between them. We started to love the plants, which one of us originally through were robbing the air from us! We began to enjoy the drum beat of the city which used to annoy us. We made a lot of mistakes and still do. In the past we spent lots of energy in trying to get something we thought we wanted, wondered why we didn’t get it, only to find out that one or both of us didn’t really want it. One day, we received a sudden rain of chocolates from people around the world. “Hey, what’s this! We’re not eating sugar stuff, are we?” “Who’s wishing it?” We both laughed. We discovered that when two of us wished in unison, it happened faster. As the Good Book says — Where two are gathered together — It’s true. Two is plenty. A New Clear Seed.

More and more we are starting to wish and pray. The things we have tried to achieve in the past by flashing a V sign, we try now through wishing. We are not doing this because it is simpler. Wishing is more effective than waving flags. It works. It’s like magic. Magic is simple. Magic is real. The secret of it is to know that it is simple, and not kill it with an elaborate ritual which is a sign of insecurity. When somebody is angry with us, we draw a halo around his or her head in our minds. Does the person stop being angry then? Well, we don’t know! We know, though, that when we draw a halo around a person, suddenly the person starts to look like an angel to us. This helps us feel warm towards the person, reminds us that everyone has goodness inside, and that all people who come to us are angels in disguise, carrying messages and gifts to us from the Universe. Magic is logical. Try it sometime.

We still have a long way to go. It seems the more we get into cleaning, the faster the wishing and receiving process gets. The house is getting very comfortable now. Sean is beautiful. The plants are growing. The cats are purring. The town is shining, sun, rain or snow. We live in a beautiful universe. We are thankful every day for the plentifulness of our life. This is not a euphemism. We understand that we, the city, the country, the earth are facing very hard times, and there is panic in the air. Still the sun is shining and we are here together, and there is love between us, our city, the country, the earth. If two people like us can do what we are doing with our lives, any miracle is possible! It’s true we can do with a few big miracles right now. The thing is to recognize them when they come to you and to be thankful. First they come in a small way, in every day life, then they come in rivers, and in oceans. It’s goin’ to be alright! The future of the earth is up to all of us.

Many people are sending us vibes every day in letters, telegrams, taps on the gate, or just flowers and nice thoughts. We thank them all and appreciate them for respecting our quiet space, which we need. Thank you for all the love you send us. We feel it every day. We love you, too. We know you are concerned about us. That is nice. That’s why you want to know what we are doing. That’s why everybody is asking us What, When and Why. We understand. Well, this is what we’ve been doing. We hope that you have the same quiet space in your mind to make your own wishes come true.

If you think of us next time, remember, our silence is a silence of love and not of indifference. Remember, we are writing in the sky instead of on paper — that’s our song. Lift your eyes and look up in the sky. There’s our message. Life your eyes again and look around you, and you will see that you are walking in the sky, which extends to the ground. We are all part of the sky, more so than of the ground. Remember, we love you.

John Lennon and Yoko Ono

New York City

PS. We noticed that three angels were looking over our shoulders when we wrote this!

From the back page of The New York Times
Sunday, May 27, 1979

“The New Love Song” by Joshua James Lyrics

Filed under: Music, Unoriginal Content — josahlin @ 5:18 pm

So you say you want a love song

One to move your feet onto

I’ll sing a real life tune

So you say you want a love song,

One to trick your girlfriend with

I hope my little number will do….

Lets stop our busy lives awhile

And think of the many many people

Across the many miles of earth

That have no clothes, no food to eat.

And what about the air we breathe,

to the food we eat,

Are filled with things that kill,

Our deaths are closer than we think.

Well another silly love song could make me sick

About a heart broke emo rocker and his messed up chick

Are we so deaf dumb and blind we can’t see the candlestick

Burnin down

Wakes up on her Monday morn

Its just another cup of coffee

In her run down place called home

She makes her way out to the car

The radio blares to drown

All the many many faces in her life

That at one time cared

But they have all moved away and gone.

Now to work she goes

Removing all her clothes

For all the perverse older men in our sickly generation

But they don’t, no, they don’t give a damn

Well another silly love song could make me sick

About a stupid emo rocker and his messed up chick

Are we so deaf dumb and blind we can’t see the candlestick

Burnin down, it’s burnin down

Said open your souls, said open your minds

Another silly love song could make me sick

I could say hello but I want a conversation

I could love till I’m dead but how long will I live

Till I’m down

We’re burnin down

November 4, 2009

The News That Matters

Filed under: Articles, Music, Unoriginal Content — Tags: , , — josahlin @ 11:25 am

“EMI and Apple Corps have announced they will be releasing a limited edition apple-shaped USB drive containing all 14 of the remastered Beatles albums as well as artwork, documentaries and other extras.

On 7 December, 30,000 of the drives will go on sale for £200 each.”

 

 

http://digg.com/d3196aj

September 19, 2009

A poem by Rumi: “An Awkward Comparison”

Filed under: Faith/Spirituality, Uncategorized, Unoriginal Content — Tags: , , , , , , — josahlin @ 11:06 pm

[The formatting doesn't hold. I'll try to figure that out later. Also, I chose it randomly from a book of Rumi's poems that I have. I might decode it later in another post. Enjoy]

———-

“An Awkward Comparison”

This physical world has no two things alike.

Every comparison is awkwardly rough.

You can put a lion next to a man,

but the placing is hazardous to both.

Say the body is like this lamp.

It has to have a wick and oil. Sleep and food.

If it doesn’t get those, it will die,

and it’s always burning those up, trying to die.

But where is the sun in this comparison?

It rises, and the lamp’s light

mixes with the day.

Oneness,

which is the reality, cannot be understood

with lamp and sun images. The blurring

of a plural into a unity is wrong.

No image can describe

what of our fathers and mothers,

our grandfathers and grandmothers, remains.

Language does not touch the one

who lives in each of us.

There are two kinds of intelligence: one acquired,

as a child in school memorizes facts and concepts

from books and from what the teacher says,

collecting information from the traditional sciences

as well as from the new sciences.

With such intelligence you rise in the world.

You get ranked ahead or behind others

in regard to your competence in retaining

information. You stroll with this intelligence

in and out of fields of knowledge, getting always more

marks on your preserving tablets.

There is another kind of tablet, one

already completed and preserved inside you.

A spring overflowing its springbox. A freshness

in the center of the chest. This other intelligence

does not turn yellow or stagnate. It’s fluid,

and it doesn’t move from outside to inside

through the conduits of plumbing-learning.

This second knowing is a fountainhead

from within you, moving out.

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