“None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free.” – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
If you want to build a ship, don’t drum up the men to gather wood, divide the work and give orders. Instead, teach them to yearn for the vast and endless sea. —Antoine de Saint—Exupery
“Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.”
“Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition! The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.”
– V, V for Vendetta
“I see a clock, but I cannot envision the clockmaker. The human mind is unable to conceive of the four dimensions, so how can it conceive of a God, before whom a thousand years and a thousand dimensions are as one?”
-From Cosmic religion: with other opinions and aphorisms (1931), Albert Einstein, pub. Covici-Friede. Quoted in The Expanded Quotable Einstein, Princeton University Press; 2nd edition (May 30, 2000); Page 208, ISBN 0691070210
“No man can think clearly when his fists are clenched.” – George Jean Nathan
So I figure I’ll share with you one of my favourite poems by one of my favourite poets. Robert Frost, The Road not Taken.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
-Robert Frost, 1916, Mountain Interval
Robert Frost is easily my favourite poet.
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.
– Robert Frost
I’ve been listening a lot to this band lately. I have to say I started listening to them when Charles Trippy on youtube joined them. Anyway, I find their songs very motivational.
“Sometimes there are only lonely roads.”
– We The Kings, Sunshine State of Mind, Somebody to Call My Own
Now I usually don’t like spamming posts, but I found a quote that I just love and it references a legend I learned about a long time ago when researching mythology.
“Children and lunatics cut the Gordian knot which the poet spends his life patiently trying to untie.”
And here you are if you are unsure as to what a Gordian Knot is and the myth behind it.