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Ten Poems You Must Know (3) 28 January 2009

Posted by ABD in ABD, Arts, Poetry, Politics, Reviews.
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This is the third post of a ten-part series. The first two introduced Langston Hughes’ Harlem and Wilfred Owen’s Dulce et Decorum Est.

One of Yeats’ poems was briefly mentioned in my previous post in this series, but the one you should really know is

William Butler Yeats



My Darcy 1 July 2008

Posted by Ayesha Mattu in Arts, BARAKA, Spirituality.

Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice showcases the handsome and wealthy but also proud and aloof Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy. As the story goes on, his character surprises and develops in ways that Miss Elizabeth Bennet, prejudiced by first impressions, is quite unprepared for and which eventually lead to Colin Firth stepping out of a lake distractingly dressed in a clingy wet shirt.

But I digress.


Life Spans and Relativity 4 June 2008

Posted by mecca in ABUSHARIF, Arts, Poetry.

Here’s a nice poem I came across. It’s in an old paperback I’ve got: Immortal Poems of the English Language. Language moves. We all know that. It can make familiar information so pointed. This poem (“On a Fly drinking out of his Cup”) is by William Oldys (1696 – 1761).

Busy, curious, thirsty fly!
Drink with me and drink as I:
Freely welcome to my cup,
Couldst thou sip and sip it up:
Make the most of life you may,
Life is short and wears away.

Both alike are mine and thine
Hastening quick to their decline:
Thine’s a summer, mine’s no more,
Though repeated to threescore.
Threescore summers, when they’re gone,
Will appear as short as one!

Story Impacts 28 May 2008

Posted by mecca in ABUSHARIF, Arts, Psychology.
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I came across this nice quote on the impact of stories and what they do in human life. The Quran and most other scriptures employ stories that carry urgent meanings. It remains a marvel how we humans, creatures of common flesh and mean fluids, can be so suspended, arrested, taken, and moved by stories.

Thank God for stories—for those who have them, for those who tell them, for those who devour them as the soul sustenance that they are. Stories give shape to experience and allow us to go through life unblind. Without them, everything that happens would float around, undifferentiated. None if it would mean anything. Once you have a version of what happened, all the other good stuff about being human comes into play. You can laugh, feel awe, commit a passionate act, get pissed, want to change things.

— Tomas Alex Tizon

Drink Me 6 May 2008

Posted by Ayesha Mattu in Arts, BARAKA, Misc.

This time she found a little bottle on it, (”which certainly was not here before,” said Alice,) and round the neck of the bottle was a paper label, with the words “DRINK ME” beautifully printed on it in large letters.

…so Alice ventured to taste it, and finding it very nice, (it had, in fact, a sort of mixed flavour of cherry-tart, custard, pine-apple, roast turkey, toffee, and hot buttered toast) she very soon finished it off.

“What a curious feeling!” said Alice; “I must be shutting up like a telescope.”

And so it was indeed: she was now only ten inches high…

Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll

Alice’s adventures inspire me at the oddest moments. Drinking random elixirs, shrinking and expanding may very well be the best thing for you at that given moment, opening up worlds you never imagined possible.

The other day, it occurred to me to reflect upon what sort of drink I thought Basil was most like and to ask him, in turn, what he thought I was.