Matter

 primordial matter, you me the earth and the sea

Upon living the peloponnese war

Living the peloponnese war, originally uploaded by M'sheArt2❤

Dicaeopolis

Be not surprised, most excellent spectators,

If I that am a beggar have presumed

To claim an audience upon public matters,

Even in a comedy; for comedy

Is conversant in all the rules of justice,

And can distinguish betwixt right and wrong.

The words I speak are bold, but just and true.

Cleon at least cannot accuse me now,

That I defame the city before strangers,

For this is the Lenaean festival,

And here we meet, all by ourselves alone;

No deputies are arrived as yet with tribute,

No strangers or allies: but here we sit

A chosen sample, clean as sifted corn,

With our own denizens as a kind of chaff.

First, I detest the Spartans most extremely;

And wish that Neptune, the Taenarian deity,

Would bury them in their houses with his earthquakes.

For I've had losses--losses, let me tell ye,

Like other people; vines cut down and injured.

But among friends (for only friends are here),

Why should we blame the Spartans for all this?

For people of ours, some people of our own,--

Some people from among us here, I mean:

But not the People (pray, remember that);

I never said the People, but a pack

Of paltry people, mere pretended citizens,

Base counterfeits,--went laying informations,

And making a confiscation of the jerkins

Imported here from Megara; pigs, moreover,

Pumpkins, and pecks of salt, and ropes of onions,

Were voted to be merchandise from Megara,

Denounced, and seized, and sold upon the spot.

Well, these might pass, as petty local matters.

But now, behold, some doughty drunken youths

Kidnap, and carry away from Megara,

The courtesan, Simaetha. Those of Megara,

In hot retaliation, seize a brace

Of equal strumpets, hurried forth perforce

From Dame Aspasia's house of recreation.

So this was the beginning of the war,

All over Greece, owing to these three strumpets.

For Pericles, like an Olympian Jove,

With all his thunder and his thunderbolts,

Began to storm and lighten dreadfully,

Alarming all the neighborhood of Greece;

And made decrees, drawn up like drinking songs,

In which it was enacted and concluded

That the Megarians should remain excluded

From every place where commerce was transacted,

With all their ware--like 'old Care' in the ballad:

And this decree, by land and sea, was valid.

Then the Megarians, being all half starved,

Desired the Spartans to desire of us

Just to repeal those laws: the laws I mentioned,

Occasioned by the stealing of those strumpets.

And so they begged and prayed us several times;

And we refused: and so they went to war.

(the fools)


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Brink Of Eternity

In desperate hope I go and search for her
in all the corners of my room;
I find her not.

My house is small
and what once has gone from it can never be regained.

But infinite is thy mansion, my lord,
and seeking her I have to come to thy door.

I stand under the golden canopy of thine evening sky
and I lift my eager eyes to thy face.

I have come to the brink of eternity from which nothing can vanish
---no hope, no happiness, no vision of a face seen through tears.

Oh, dip my emptied life into that ocean,
plunge it into the deepest fullness.
Let me for once feel that l ost sweet touch 
in the allness of the universe.




Rabindranath Tagore 

62 º of a Frosty Moon

Unbearable lightness of being without you..

I miss you, period.!

Through the eyes of love..

July 9 and I awake to the sound of a drill, ugggh and still the everso small amount of work started here on the 1st of June continues.. Gentlemen of the electric ear splitting tools commence on then and be gone!

Water: tis that precious element which has slowed the process to a trickle, seemingly annoyingly water in the form of rain, o rain, rain on this the summer that you not allowed, ah yet the much desired and needed fire of the lovely orb in the space above

us seems to wrestle you with a winning hand this morning..

However this is New England and moments matter & in a matter of moments, water

can win over, still I 'm cheering for the Sun.

I've bigger fish to fry today, personal and bigger than the weather, wish me good luck. In the end all that matters is this ⤷❤ and sustaining it.

I 'm looking and working towards new and sweet beginnings,

today may tell me if I may have those new ....

"But true love is a durable fire, In the mind ever burning, Never sick, never old, never dead, From itself never turning." Sir Walter Raleigh

⤷♡⤶

note to self; blogger is a such a bugger, composing here this morn was ummm a twat and that's not good. p.s. where are my bloody hearts in my title / header ??? Are characters that friggin hard to show, clearly the rectangle are easy peasy eh, blah, blah.

The day wraps round me like a spell, And every breeze sings all's well

And every breeze sings, "All is well." ❤ L on B ♫A Million Cheap Tricks. I 'm getting an error connecting but I hope it works for you it's a lovely tune. if not try this Smolik on aurgasm. Old new for some but... our car had it's window smashed for an attempted robbery which evidently there has been a rash of in my neck of the woods, (i will here forward read my local police log news ... ) night owls that we can be, twas right under our noses @ 12:35pm Luckily we scared them (2 hooded arses) nothing was taken but my sense of security and His time replacing the glass... it was hot as summer yesterday @ 93 º ƒ and after being up most of the evening sore from carrying hockey equipment from the car, anger, vigil on the couch and a glass of Ouzo for me bruhahaa.. yesterday was a bad day ~ last night was better, a couple of martini's with a gang of olives some with pimentos other with almond and a pearl onion: yumm todays temps are lovely and time does help.. and then there is you my dear ... Thank you for your friendship, means the world to my ❤. (what a space shot I forgot the poem I wanted to post maybe it's the martini's...) Ella Wheeler Wilcox - A Golden Day ❤ The subtle beauty of this day Hangs o'er me like a fairy spell, And care and grief have flown away, And every breeze sings, "all is well." I ask, "Holds earth or sin, or woe?" My heart replies, "I do not know." Nay! all we know, or feel, my heart, Today is joy undimmed, complete; In tears or pain we have no part; The act of breathing is so sweet, We care no higher joy to name. What reck we now of wealth or fame? The past--what matters it to me? The pain it gave has passed away. The future--that I cannot see! I care for nothing save today-- This is a respite from all care, And trouble flies--I know not where. Go on, oh noisy, restless life! Pass by, oh, feet that seek for heights! I have no part in aught of strife; I do not want your vain delights. The day wraps round me like a spell And every breeze sings, "All is well." ❤

Rose hips and vase

My newest challenge is shooting myself.... I find it difficult, ok more then difficult thus perfect to proceed for what is life worth if not a challenge at times. First the part on how to t focus on something that's just not yet there and how to make sense of it all as an amateur.

Sure it's easy enough to get myself as the dof.. so I went for this state of semi undress it was my best option to challenge my propriety, for I can be shy .... so on with the challenge now how do I focus on myself when I am not there (not a problem when I have cam in hand shooting in the bath mirror you understand) .. perhaps I over think it.

Or maybe not, either way I have come to realize that most self images I've seen in  the

land of self are most likely done by others, I mean those amateurs, in their

overly professional poses and photos... the pieces just do not fit.  "A lie will travel halfway round the planet,

whilst the truth is still putting on it's shoes" I believe Mark Twain said that, but no doubt there is someone somewhere that will happily covet it as their own...

Worked with Graphic converter for a ghostly mirror image and less of me to see, see '~]) 

this is original but for colour changed to sepia..

↘ Am I a tart then mmm not in my mind just pushing the fear