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23-07-2014, 06:05 PM
The Rubaiyat
Are any of you fans of The Rubaiyat by Omar Khayyam? It resonates with me so strongly that I almost chose KhayyamWhatIAm as my screen name. Rereading it is always a deeply ritualistic experience for me. I take the poem into the wilderness, sit down with some weed and/or booze (Khayyam certainly would not have objected), and surrender to the pleasure of the words. When I come to one of my favorite stanzas, I sometimes linger over it for minutes.

I don't think anyone has ever expressed the joy of intoxication better than he did here:

You know, my Friends, with what a brave Carouse
I made a Second Marriage in my house;
Divorced old barren Reason from my Bed
And took the Daughter of the Vine to Spouse.

http://classics.mit.edu/Khayyam/rubaiyat.html

"Be kind, friendly, and lenient towards your fellow man, but unrelenting and pitiless with yourself."

--Franz Bardon
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31-10-2015, 11:16 PM
RE: The Rubaiyat
The Rubaiyt is one of my favorites, to. He's also known for his mathematics. What he did, I think, was spend his life looking for the formula to solve the cubic equation. He never found it, but never mind.
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01-11-2015, 11:13 AM
RE: The Rubaiyat
I have one. My favorite is probably:

“I sent my Soul through the Invisible,
Some letter of that After-life to spell:
And by and by my Soul return'd to me,
And answer'd: 'I Myself am Heav'n and Hell”
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01-11-2015, 11:25 AM
RE: The Rubaiyat
(01-11-2015 11:13 AM)GenesisNemesis Wrote:  I have one. My favorite is probably:

“I sent my Soul through the Invisible,
Some letter of that After-life to spell:
And by and by my Soul return'd to me,
And answer'd: 'I Myself am Heav'n and Hell”

Did GirlyMan write that?

Seems like something he'd write. Was there a link to Depeche Mode's Personal Jesus?

Cue song.

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01-11-2015, 11:43 AM
RE: The Rubaiyat
(01-11-2015 11:25 AM)DLJ Wrote:  
(01-11-2015 11:13 AM)GenesisNemesis Wrote:  I have one. My favorite is probably:

“I sent my Soul through the Invisible,
Some letter of that After-life to spell:
And by and by my Soul return'd to me,
And answer'd: 'I Myself am Heav'n and Hell”

Did GirlyMan write that?

Too fru fru for Girly. I AM GOD! is sufficient. If additional emphasis is warranted I AM GOD, BITCHES! or I AM GOD, MOTHERFUCKERS! are also allowable. Drinking Beverage

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01-11-2015, 12:03 PM (This post was last modified: 01-11-2015 12:18 PM by GirlyMan.)
RE: The Rubaiyat
(01-11-2015 11:25 AM)DLJ Wrote:  
(01-11-2015 11:13 AM)GenesisNemesis Wrote:  I have one. My favorite is probably:

“I sent my Soul through the Invisible,
Some letter of that After-life to spell:
And by and by my Soul return'd to me,
And answer'd: 'I Myself am Heav'n and Hell”

Did GirlyMan write that?

Seems like something he'd write. Was there a link to Depeche Mode's Personal Jesus?

Cue song.

Song cued.





You've got to bleed for the dancer. Bitches.

Okay so maybe I cued it twice. Sue me.





RIP Ronnie James Dio. Ozzy yet lives. Hail Satan!

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02-11-2015, 03:09 PM
RE: The Rubaiyat
This bit of it is about TTA, I think?

Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss'd
Of the Two Worlds so wisely--they are thrust
Like foolish Prophets forth; their Words to Scorn
Are scatter'd, and their Mouths are stopt with Dust.


XXVII
Myself when young did eagerly frequent
Doctor and Saint, and heard great argument
About it and about: but evermore
Came out by the same door where in I went.


XXVIII
With them the seed of Wisdom did I sow,
And with mine own hand wrought to make it grow;
And this was all the Harvest that I reap'd--
"I came like Water, and like Wind I go."


XXIX
Into this Universe, and Why not knowing
Nor Whence, like Water willy-nilly flowing;
And out of it, as Wind along the Waste,
I know not Whither, willy-nilly blowing.


But then, who knows, it doesn't matter!
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02-11-2015, 04:36 PM
RE: The Rubaiyat
I do like the Rubaiyat very much but I'm a little more partial to the opium addicted and bipolar mind of Samuel Coleridge and his visional poem, Kubla Kahn.

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round;
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced:
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher’s flail:
And mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean;
And ’mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war!
The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!

A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight ’twould win me,
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.
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I actually have no fucking idea of what it's about and I don't think he did either, but .....I like it....I like it.

Shakespeare's Comedy of Errors.... on Donald J. Trump:

He is deformed, crooked, old, and sere,
Ill-fac’d, worse bodied, shapeless every where;
Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind,
Stigmatical in making, worse in mind.
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