Monday, June 12, 2017

The Flight

The Flight
by Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)

Look back with longing eyes and know that I will follow
Lift me up in your love as a light wing lifts a swallow
Let our flight be far in sun or blowing rain
But what if I heard my first love calling me again?

Hold me on your heart as the brave sea holds the foam
Take me far away to the hills that hide your home
Peace shall thatch the roof and love shall latch the door
But what if I heard my first love calling me once more?

Thursday, March 3, 2016

Live Strong

"Weaklings will stay weak forever. But weakness is not evil, since human beings are weak creatures to begin with. Alone, you feel nothing but insecurity; that's why we form guilds. We walk together in order to live a strong life. The clumsy ones will walk into more walls than the others, and it may also take them longer to get there. If you believe in tomorrow and put yourself out there, you can naturally obtain your strength. That's how you will be able to smile and live strong."
~Makarov, Fairy Tail

I love this quote – it now serves as one of my mantras to get through the daily challenges of life.

Monday, February 1, 2016

Me, Myself, My Enemy

So much of my existence would seem meaningless, only a bewildering blur of random events, without you, my dearest enemy. You bring "moral clarity" where there once was only the murk of self doubt. This new-found sense of certainty soothes the anxiety created by the falling away of so many of the verities of the past.

My finite existence, which before you came into my life seemed so confused and devoid of meaning, is now imbrued with mythic purpose. Because of you, meaningful narrative has been bestowed upon the vast, incomprehensible and impersonal cosmos. The wayward prince has become a warrior king.

~Phil Rockstroh, A Love Letter To My Enemy

Saturday, January 23, 2016

A Moral Poem

As the year 2015 wrapped up, I was able to read through my entire collection of DC Vertigo's The Sandman series written by Neil Gaiman.

I came across this post from the very funny satirical website Mark Reads and remembered a poem that I read in Brief Lives, a story arc of the series wherein Dream walked the waking world with his sister Delirium in search of their "prodigal" brother, Destruction.

This poem was written by Destruction when he was living on a small Greek island, and he read it aloud to his pet dog named Barnabas. Afterwards, wise-ass Barnabas commented that this supposed literary masterpiece was "Doggerel...rubbishy doggerel."

Of course, who better to recognize doggerel than a dog itself?

Destruction, Barnabas and Doggerel

The basilisk and cockatrice are wizard-legend beasts who are fabled to be capable of killing with just a look at the victim. Basically, their stares petrify or, simply put, "freeze" the unfortunate receiver sans the ice (think Sub-Zero of Mortal Kombat fame).

Both beasts are hatched from the egg of a cock. However, some describe the basilisk to be more lizard-like, while the cockatrice has the form of a serpent. The basilisk figured prominently in Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.

Basilisk and Cockatrice
A Moral Poem

I dreamed I saw a basilisk
That basked upon a rocky shore
I looked upon the basilisk
With eyes of stone I looked no more.

I dreamed I saw a cockatrice
A-chewing on a piece of bone
I gazed upon the cockatrice
One cannot gaze with eyes of stone.

To look upon a basilisk
Is really never worth the risk
To gaze upon a cockatrice
Is permanent and never nice.
For it can never be denied
Life isn't pleasant, petrified.

Sunday, March 1, 2015

The Gardener

Rabindranath TagoreEarlier today, I randomly went through my electronic poetry collection, which includes the works of Edgar Allan Poe, Christina Georgina Rossetti and Rabindranath Tagore, among others.

One of the poems that has long since pulled at my heartstrings is The Gardener by Tagore. The entire work is quite lengthy, but it never gets stilted.

I first heard of the author when I was in my first year of high school, at our Values Education class wherein he was quoted in our textbook. I looked him up in the library and eventually came across some of the poetry he had written.

I was proverbially reunited with Tagore when excerpts from The Gardener were quoted in a Rurouni Kenshin fanfiction series, Of Love and Honor. This work, beautifully and lyrically constructed by Tin Mandigma, remains unfinished to date, but is recognized as one of the best fanfic pieces in the RK fandom. The central characters in Of Love and Honor are Aoshi Shinomori and Misao Makimachi - the Oniwabanshuu Okashira and his Itachi Musume.

Excerpts from THE GARDENER
by Rabindranath Tagore

I love you, beloved. Forgive me my love.
Like a bird losing its way I am caught.
When my heart was shaken it lost its veil and was naked.
Cover it with pity, beloved, and forgive me my love.

If you cannot love me, beloved, forgive me my pain.
Do not look askance at me from afar.
I will steal back to my corner and sit in the dark.
With both hands I will cover my naked shame.
Turn your face from me, beloved, and forgive me my pain.

If you love me, beloved, forgive me my joy.
When my heart is borne away by the flood of happiness,
Do not smile at my perilous abandonment.
When I sit on my throne
And rule you with my tyranny of love,
When like a goddess I grant you my favour,
Bear with my pride, beloved, and forgive me my joy.

Do not go, my love, without asking my leave.
I have watched all night,
And now my eyes are heavy with sleep.
I fear lest I lose you when I am sleeping.
Do not go, my love, without asking my leave.

I start up and stretch my hands to touch you.
I ask myself, "Is it a dream?"
Could I but entangle your feet with my heart
And hold them fast to my breast!
Do not go, my love, without asking my leave.

Saturday, February 28, 2015

Random Angst Times Three

I would like to share three quotes that I pasted onto a single text file named randomangst.txt for quite a while now.

These are all, of course, prose excerpts expressed in the most quaintly angsty terms. Enjoy, in a dark, deep, only-happy-when-it-rains way.

"You said I killed you - haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!"
~Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights

Wuthering Heights
From the 1939 Wuthering Heights movie

"How could you believe me - when I can't believe myself? I've become such a liar. I never lied about anything once upon a time. Now I have to lie, especially to myself. But how can you understand, when I don't myself. I've never understood anything about it, except that one day long ago I found I could no longer call my soul my own."
~Eugene O'Neill, Long Day's Journey into Night

"Some wounds never heal. The second time the sword went in, I aimed it at the place of the first. I am weak there - the place where I had been found out before. My weakness was skinned over by your love. I knew when you healed me that the wound would open again, I knew it like destiny, and at the same time, I knew it as choice."
~Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Half of Ourselves

"He suddenly recalled the famous myth from Plato's Symposium: People were hermaphrodites until God split them in two, and now all the halves wander the world over seeking one another. Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost."
~Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

I have been listening to a little too much Bellefire and Roxette music lately, hence the quote above. Indulge me, please.

Friday, February 20, 2015

After All

I was browsing through various blogs when I came across these simple yet touchingly beautiful lines from the song After All by Dar Williams:

'Cause for every price
And every penance that I could think of
It's better to have fallen in love
Than never to have fallen at all

Amen to that, and everything.

Have a good weekend ahead!

Thursday, February 19, 2015


Now that the world isn't ending
It's love that I'm sending to you
But it isn't the love of a hero
That's why I fear it won't do

Monday, February 16, 2015

Words to Live By

I read this quote from someone's e-mail signature in a mailing list which I'm part of. These beautifully-stated words of wisdom are credited to Martin Luther King:

The ultimate weakness of violence is that it is a descending spiral, begetting the very thing it seeks to destroy. Instead of diminishing evil, it multiplies it. Through violence you may murder the liar, but you cannot murder the lie, nor establish the truth. Through violence you may murder the hater, but you do not murder hate. In fact, violence merely increases hate. So it goes. Returning violence for violence multiplies violence, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.

Wow. 'Nuff said, indeed.