MyAdventuresInWonderland

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Apr 15, 2014

Apr 15, 2014 at 3:46 PM UTC

A poem to a friend

sad scared alone depressed It overwhelmed upset ignorant irrelevant broken disgusting is you awful rejected numb stupid unhappy lazy fat mad that protects me from the hopeless cold fear glum tragic pouring rain and you shelter me from the worked poor despair big wide world and for that I owe you my soul chubby sick and I think that you are wrong hollow B shame empty e envy anxst a remorse grief u greedy poorly t shallow fed up i beaten bullied f guilty unheard u unneeded stress l. bored

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FAUST. My sweet beloved child, don't misconceive My meaning! Who dare says God's name? Who dares to claim That he believes in God? And whose heart is so dead That he has ever boldly said: No, I do not believe? Embracing all things, Holding all things in being, Does he not hold keep You, me, even Himself? Is not the heavens' great vault up there on high, And here below, does not the earth stand fast? Do everlasting stars, gleaming with love, Not rise above us through the sky? Are we not here and gazing eye to eye? Oh, fill your heart right up with all of this, And when you're brimming over the bliss Of such a feeling, call it joy, or your heart, or love, or God! I have no name for it. The feeling's all there is: The name's mere noise and smoke - what does it do But cloud the heavenly radiance?

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Feb 13, 2014

Feb 13, 2014 at 3:58 PM UTC

Faust: Part One; Martha's Garden

FAUST. My sweet beloved child, don't misconceive My meaning! Who dare says God's name? Who dares to claim That he believes in God? And whose heart is so dead That he has ever boldly said: No, I do not believe? Embracing all things, Holding all things in being, Does he not hold keep You, me, even Himself? Is not the heavens' great vault up there on high, And here below, does not the earth stand fast? Do everlasting stars, gleaming with love, Not rise above us through the sky? Are we not here and gazing eye to eye? Oh, fill your heart right up with all of this, And when you're brimming over the bliss Of such a feeling, call it joy, or your heart, or love, or God! I have no name for it. The feeling's all there is: The name's mere noise and smoke - what does it do But cloud the heavenly radiance?

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MEPHISTOPHELES [with a solemn gesture]. False word and shape compel Mind and space by this spell! Be here, be there as well! [They stop in astonishment and stare at each other.] ALTMAYER. Where am I? What a wonderland.

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Feb 13, 2014

Feb 13, 2014 at 3:48 PM UTC

Faust: Part One; Auerbach's Tavern In Leipzig

MEPHISTOPHELES [with a solemn gesture]. False word and shape compel Mind and space by this spell! Be here, be there as well! [They stop in astonishment and stare at each other.] ALTMAYER. Where am I? What a wonderland.

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MEPHISTOPHELES. Make good use of your time! It hurries past, But order and method make time last, So, friend, take my advice to heart: Hear lectures on logic for a start. Logic will train your mind all right; Like inquisitor's boots it will squeeze you tight,, Your thoughts will learn to creep and crawl And never lose their way at all, Not get criss-crossed as now, or go Will-o'-the-wisping to and fro! We'll teach you that your process of thinking Instead of being like eating and drinking, Spontaneous, instantaneous, free, Must proceed by one and two and three. Our thought-machine, as I assume, Is in fact like a master-weavers loom: One ****** of his foot, and a thousand threads Invisibly shift, and hither and thither The shuttles dart - just one he treads And a thousand strands all twine together. In comes your philosopher and proves It must happen by distinct logical moves: The first is this, the second is that, And the third and fourth then follow pat; If you leave out one or leave out two, Then neither three nor four can be true. The students applaud, they all say 'just so!'- But how to weavers they still don't know. When scholars study a thing, they strive To **** it first, if it's alive; Then they have the parts and they've lost the whole, For the link that's missing was the living soul. Encheiresis naturae, says Chemistry now - Moccking itself without knowing how.

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Feb 13, 2014

Feb 13, 2014 at 3:45 PM UTC

Faust: Part One; Faust's Study (II) #2

MEPHISTOPHELES. Make good use of your time! It hurries past, But order and method make time last, So, friend, take my advice to heart: Hear lectures on logic for a start. Logic will train your mind all right; Like inquisitor's boots it will squeeze you tight,, Your thoughts will learn to creep and crawl And never lose their way at all, Not get criss-crossed as now, or go Will-o'-the-wisping to and fro! We'll teach you that your process of thinking Instead of being like eating and drinking, Spontaneous, instantaneous, free, Must proceed by one and two and three. Our thought-machine, as I assume, Is in fact like a master-weavers loom: One ****** of his foot, and a thousand threads Invisibly shift, and hither and thither The shuttles dart - just one he treads And a thousand strands all twine together. In comes your philosopher and proves It must happen by distinct logical moves: The first is this, the second is that, And the third and fourth then follow pat; If you leave out one or leave out two, Then neither three nor four can be true. The students applaud, they all say 'just so!'- But how to weavers they still don't know. When scholars study a thing, they strive To **** it first, if it's alive; Then they have the parts and they've lost the whole, For the link that's missing was the living soul. Encheiresis naturae, says Chemistry now - Moccking itself without knowing how.

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FAUST. I tell you, the mere pleasure's not the point! To dizzying, painful joy I dedicate Myself, to refreshing frustration, loving hate! I've purged the lust for knowledge from my soul; Now the full range of suffering it shall face, And in my inner self I will embrace The experience allotted to the whole Race of mankind; my mind shall grasp the heights And depths, my heart know all their sorrows and delights. Thus I'll expand myself, and their self I shall be, And perish in the end, like all humanity.

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Feb 12, 2014

Feb 12, 2014 at 12:53 PM UTC

Faust: Part One, Faust's Study (II)

FAUST. I tell you, the mere pleasure's not the point! To dizzying, painful joy I dedicate Myself, to refreshing frustration, loving hate! I've purged the lust for knowledge from my soul; Now the full range of suffering it shall face, And in my inner self I will embrace The experience allotted to the whole Race of mankind; my mind shall grasp the heights And depths, my heart know all their sorrows and delights. Thus I'll expand myself, and their self I shall be, And perish in the end, like all humanity.

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FAUST. I did not pursue you, you know; You put your own head in the noose. Don't catch the Devil and let go, They say - it's harder when he's on the loose.

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Feb 12, 2014

Feb 12, 2014 at 12:47 PM UTC

Faust: Part One, Faust's Study (I)

FAUST. I did not pursue you, you know; You put your own head in the noose. Don't catch the Devil and let go, They say - it's harder when he's on the loose.

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The little earth-god still persists in his old ways, Ridiculous as ever, in his first days. He'd have improved if you'd not given, Him a mere glimmer of the light of heaven, He calls it Reason, and it has only increased His power to be beastlier than the beast.

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Feb 10, 2014

Feb 10, 2014 at 7:19 PM UTC

Faust: Part One; Outside the town wall

The little earth-god still persists in his old ways, Ridiculous as ever, in his first days. He'd have improved if you'd not given, Him a mere glimmer of the light of heaven, He calls it Reason, and it has only increased His power to be beastlier than the beast.

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