Is it, a city of tears?

[vaclava krishna]

Walking down Ditmars today, in my athletic pant and tie I saw 1 woman in a robe, running with a flip flop handy, attempting to, beat at 1 man who was in only, grey pinstripe suit pant (sagging, and flat front).

It was then I felt,my spiritual vacation rising. So stopped, to ask (with the saffron warmth, of understanding): is something loose, in your souls? Their words then, I wish not to repeat, but so you can take the picture, it was necessary to use a Yoga position(anjaneyasana), to avoid a whack, from her flop attack.

Moving along, I made it to the n-train, without black or blue physically, but deeper still I could feel, the bruise of my kindness, rejected.

Having been assaulted by Nationalists, on multiple occasion previous, I am accustom to the violence based on hair style,and beer, but never before did I feel, such strange agression, which, filling my heart with a feeling, as its a city of tears, that here in Astoria, i'm living.

 

[Tokyo Slim]

It is, what it is, and that is all. Sometime, in the future, you may realize that it, being what it is, cannot be what it is not. Whether this epiphany of zen, strikes you as being a cruel joke, or not, I cannot say.

Just remember to always, always, look in front of yourself to see where you are going, and not behind to see where you have been.

By instinct, fish swim upstream, constantly battling. Will they encounter the final pain of the bear, or the final joy of the spawn?

Is the difference worth mentioning?

 

[vaclava krishna]

Originally Posted by Tokyo Slim

It is, what it is, and that is all. Sometime, in the future, you may realize that it, being what it is, cannot be what it is not. Whether this epiphany of zen, strikes you as being a cruel joke, or not, I cannot say. Just remember to always, always, look in front of yourself to see where you are going, and not behind to see where you have been. By instinct, fish swim upstream, constantly battling. Will they encounter the final pain of the bear, or the final joy of the spawn? Is the difference worth mentioning?
Tokyo, I never felt this touch before, of your spiritual side. Now, a reflection here you have left, of a branch growing directed toward, the teachings of my Lord Sri Hari Gonz. Truely, Vaclava

 

[Tokyo Slim]

Once more, into the breech, dear friends!

 

[Bona Drag]

Originally Posted by vaclava krishna

my spiritual vacation rising

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the bruise of my kindness, rejected

I take it all back; this man (?) is a post-modern poet of the highest order...

 

[Dakota rube]

Slim, I believe feeding hours are over. Please.

 

[imageWIS]

Originally Posted by Dakota rube

Slim, I believe feeding hours are over. Please.

What he said.

And, for the hell of it:

Non nobis domine, domine,
Non nobis domine,
Sed nomini, sed nomini
tuo da gloriam.

Jon.

 

[vaclava krishna]

Originally Posted by Dakota rube

Slim, I believe feeding hours are over. Please.
Dakota, I dont think Tokyo, needs to be on a diet, I say this not only because his name , but because I saw his photo here.

 

[Tokyo Slim]

Vaclav, I would like, to share with you, one of my favorite things. It is by Carroll, Lewis, and appears in "Through The Looking Glass and What Alice Found There" written in 1872. It is fun to mutter to ones self while riding public transportation! Endless hours of entertainment, for everyone!



Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

 

[Stu]

Originally Posted by vaclava krishna

(with the saffron warmth, of understanding)

Pure literary, brilliance. I, have to admit, it.

 

[horton]

extraordinary talent! I'd be stunned to learn it's plagiarism (could two people on the planet possibly express themselves in the same VK-way?)

 

[dkzzzz]

I always thought that "Hunt for Jabberwaky" was stand alone poem and not a part of Alice books.
I have a first edition and it does not include such poem.

 

[Dormouse]

It's in The Looking Glass, near the beginning. Is it a true first edition? As in, the 1865 version? If so, I'm very envious of you.

 

[Manton]

She reads the poem in a book on the other side of the looking glass. Later, Humpty Dumpty explains to her what some of the words mean.

The book was first published in 1871. It has always had the poem in it. Perhaps he is confusing this with the first Alice book, which does not and never did.

 

[benecios]

Originally Posted by Dakota rube

Slim, I believe feeding hours are over. Please.

I don't quite understand how you can have a Vanity quote(no offense Van) as your sig, yet deride the genius of the Vaclav.