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Thursday, 05 November 2009sherab said Nov 5, 9:25 AM: |
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We are what we think. |
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Re: Thursday, 05 November 2009sherab said Nov 5, 9:49 PM: |
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Kind of a fearful symmetry to it…no? The Sick Rose
O Rose, thou art sick! The invisible worm That flies in the night In the howling storm, Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy, And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy. – William Blake (@)>—\ |
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Re: Thursday, 05 November 2009Taikunping said Nov 6, 3:33 AM: |
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The poets have a wide range of emotions/experiences, all these emotions exist at some level within humanity. |
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Re: Thursday, 05 November 2009Nicole said Nov 6, 5:17 AM: |
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40 sounds a little high - I googled and found |
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Re: Thursday, 05 November 2009Taikunping said Nov 6, 7:32 AM: |
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Thanks for the links Nicole, just been over to read them |
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Re: Thursday, 05 November 2009sherab said Nov 6, 2:39 PM: |
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Lewis' Four Types resonates well for me. I'll have to check out that book, but I must have been introduced to these ideas early on. I could only remember three, (phila, eros, agape,). |
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Re: Thursday, 05 November 2009Taikunping said Nov 7, 1:40 AM: |
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I cannot imagine a world without poetry or romance sherab - poetry speaks with so many tones, and musical notes and colours, some subtle, some not so subtle, some inbetween! - poetry delves deep into the soul and pulls out every emotion possible - it heals, it soothes, it tells a story of each persons life just the way it is. It brings about new possibilities through story telling, wisdom teachings, and through experiencing the writer's emotions. Poetry can be like a massage or a brisk cycle ride - it can be soothing, stirring, evoking emotions of love or pain or just a gentle harmony… Poetry is like life itself - we experience and enjoy, empower and learn from its inclusion in our lives.. |
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Re: Thursday, 05 November 2009sherab said Nov 7, 9:26 AM: |
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I like what you say; “Poetry is like life itself.” |
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Re: Thursday, 05 November 2009Taikunping said Nov 8, 1:48 AM: |
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Since joining Gaia my love for poetry has grown - I have read so much but never come across some of the classical poems or indian epics you mention. I have so much more to experience and to enjoy! I have several poetry books including a beautiful 3 book set of the english poets - some of the poems resonate with how I write, some are in language that I find a little difficult to understand. I hope that people will always write poems and songs, they are an amazing outlet for our feelings/emotions … |
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Re: Thursday, 05 November 2009Nicole said Nov 8, 4:07 AM: |
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fascinating discussion. Certainly you are right that within these four categories there is a wide and exciting palette of variations and wonders. Love is a many-splendoured thing :) Lewis was unlucky in love, I suppose, in that he only really had one true romantic love, his wife with whom he only had less than 3 and a half years of marriage. He had two stepchildren from the marriage, and the experience changed him and his theology utterly. If you asked him, though, I don't think he would have considered himself unlucky. He would have been deeply grateful for those short years of joy with Joy. Love, Nicole |
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Re: Thursday, 05 November 2009sherab said Nov 11, 5:39 AM: |
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Tai, MUCH have I travell’d in the realms of gold, Homer's Odyssey had never been published in translation before Chapman. So Keats, felt like he had discovered a new world like Cortez. Ironically it was Balboa, and not Cortez who discovered the Pacific when he crossed the isthmus of Panama.And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; Round many western islands have I been Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold. Oft of one wide expanse had I been told That deep-brow’d Homer ruled as his demesne; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He star’d at the Pacific—and all his men Look’d at each other with a wild surmise— Silent, upon a peak in Darien. John Keats Nicole, I think that you are right, Lewis would have thought himself very fortunate. And the brevity of his marriage would have heightened the intensity of all those feelings. i seem to recall that in the Screwtape Letters young Wormwood's victim falls in love, which seems to offer him a path to salvation. —– The performing arts in India - music, dance, drama, and poetry - are based on the concept of Nava Rasa , or the “nine sentiments.” Literally, rasa means “juice” or “extract” but here in this context, we take it to mean “emotion” or “sentiment.”
The acknowledged order of these sentiments is as follows: Shringara (romantic and erotic): Hasya (humorous): Karuna (pathetic): Raudra (anger): Veera (heroic): Bhayanaka (fearful): Vibhatsa (disgustful): Adbhuta (amazement): Shanta (peaceful). |
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Re: Thursday, 05 November 2009Taikunping said Nov 11, 9:48 AM: |
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Think I will be having a little more adventure into the classics - thank you sherab for your references - will search out more poetry - it's something I really enjoy |
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