(mindless ramblings of unfathomable depth)

things and stuff and other things too

a song for James Mariner;

 

we are born as naked infants, 

then baptised into Christ our God, 

rocks and shoals of life beset us, washed in waters of our Lord

alleluia, alleluia, alleluia

what earthly sweetness remaineth unmixed with grief? 

what glory standeth immutable on earth? 

all things are but shadows most feeble, but most deluding dreams 

yet one moment only, and death shall supplant them all

but in the light of thy countenance, o Christ, and in the sweetness of thy beauty, give rest to him whom Thou hast chosen, because Thou lovest mankind

 

may your memory be eternal

may your memory be eternal

may your memory be eternal

(funeral canticle – john tavener)

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Ryuichi Sakamoto - Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence (an entree to stillness)

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what memories look like to myself

what memories look like to myself

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salt water is like wine, in that respect

salt water is like wine, in that respect

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its just business and the sounds of water

its just business and the sounds of water

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if there was a soundtrack for mentally teleporting ones self somewhere in the pacific between capricorn and cancer i think this would be the fourth song maybe

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(boston or a day late and a buck short) 
Because these wings are no longer wings to fly
But merely vans to beat the air
The air which is now thoroughly small and dry
Smaller and dryer than the will
Teach us to care and not to care Teach us to sit still.

Pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death
Pray for us now and at the hour of our death.
-ts eliot
(boston or a day late and a buck short) 
Because these wings are no longer wings to fly
But merely vans to beat the air
The air which is now thoroughly small and dry
Smaller and dryer than the will
Teach us to care and not to care Teach us to sit still.

Pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death
Pray for us now and at the hour of our death.
-ts eliot
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(stuyvesant town) 

(stuyvesant town) 

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Beauty is a terrible and awful thing! It is terrible because it has not been fathomed, for God sets us nothing but riddles. Here the boundaries meet and all contradictions exist side by side - Dostoevsky 

Beauty is a terrible and awful thing! It is terrible because it has not been fathomed, for God sets us nothing but riddles. Here the boundaries meet and all contradictions exist side by side - Dostoevsky 

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Work?I don’t have to work.I don’t have to do nothingbut eat, drink, stay black, and die.This little old furnished room’sso small I can’t whip a catwithout getting fur in my mouthand my landlady’s so oldher features is all run togetherand God knows she sure can overcharge-Which is why I reckon I doeshave to work after all.
-langston hughes

Work?
I don’t have to work.
I don’t have to do nothing
but eat, drink, stay black, and die.
This little old furnished room’s
so small I can’t whip a cat
without getting fur in my mouth
and my landlady’s so old
her features is all run together
and God knows she sure can overcharge-
Which is why I reckon I does
have to work after all.

-langston hughes

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'when i woke up, my mouth tasted like a group of midgets dragged their muddy feet along my tongue all night' - a client describing the first waking impression of their post super-bowl hang over / a patriotic ryan at boston harbor

'when i woke up, my mouth tasted like a group of midgets dragged their muddy feet along my tongue all night' - a client describing the first waking impression of their post super-bowl hang over / a patriotic ryan at boston harbor

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