Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Michal Kleofas Ogiñski (born October 7, 1765, Guzów near Warsaw - died October 10, 1833, Florence, Italy) was both Belarusian and Polish statesman, rebel, composer, most known for his polonaise Po¿egnanie Ojczyzny / Farewell to the Homeland.
Ambassador, composer, the General Paymaster of the Grand Duchy of Lithuania.
He was born in Guzów near Warsaw. Graduated at home. Was good at music and foreign languages especially.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
"There are souls, in these noise-tired times, that turn aside into unfrequented lanes, where the deep woods have harbored the fragrances of many a blossoming season. Here the light, filtering through perfect forms, arranges itself in lovely patterns for those who perceive beauty..."
Roy J. Cook
"There are the words that couldn’t be twice said,
He, who said once, spent out all his senses.
Only two things have never their end –
The heavens’ blue and the Creator’s mercy."
Friday, April 17, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
Bob Dylan must stop denying he was the voice of a generation. Bob, that’s not something you get to decide. It’s fate and you were it. If your generation could actually choose a voice, don’t you think they’d have picked one better than yours?”
Former drug addicts and alcoholics have to stop saying, “I almost died.” No. Cancer survivors almost died. You almost had too good a time.
“Stop calling it a “perfect storm” when two bad things happen at the same time. Sometimes it’s just some crap happening at the same time as some other crap. Let’s go back to what we used to call it before that movie about George Clooney and his epic struggle to kill more tuna: Shit happens.”
No more bitching about the French. At least they’re standing up to the Bush administration, which is more than I can say for the Democrats. And it doesn’t make me un-American to say I’d rather live in Paris than in some place where cheese only comes in individually wrapped slices.”
Friday, April 10, 2009
“…Keep perfumes away from our feast tonight
The fragrance of your hair, our feast will grace.
Speak not to me of sweetness of candy and sugar;
Since my lips, sweetness of your lips, did once trace.
Your treasures are hidden in the ruins of my heart
And my path to the tavern has now become sacred space.
Speak not of disgrace; that's my fame and my base
And fame and high place, I despise and debase.
Drunk and disconcerted and demented and deceived
Show me one who's not, within our town and our race.
Fault not the pious one, because he, also, like us,
Is seeking love and grace, in his own way, at his own pace…”
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Monday, April 6, 2009
The conversation was slow and cold –
Started awkward, abruptly stopped
You and I ran out of words,
Out of happiness. Trapped…
That’s how the evening ended –
Bitterness’ poisoned my soul…
I shall submerge into the fifth dimension,
The sacred place of rhymed words.
Next morning – winds and rain,
The sadness frowns at me, still alive…
Nature too displays her moods today,
To match my own frame of mind…
March 31, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
’Tis Time that does its daily weeding,
Making unhurried rounds,
Commands, “it’s time you get your wrinkles”,
Telling others – ‘tis time to depart…”
Time’s angered me today,
I do object, I protest!
I’ve decided to punish Time
By spending my time in my Past.
When I came to my normal senses,
I discovered upon my return
That, while reliving my Past,
It was I, not Time, who has lost...
Time punish the slow and the idle,
Holding everyone’s life’s strings
In its firm and unseen clutch
Making wither every living thing…
Here’s the secret, a trick,
When I say, “I have plenty of time” –
I hold its very fabric in my grip,
I possess, I own my Time…