Sufficient Champagne

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frageelay replied to your quote: Enlarge this meditation upon this great world,…

I fucking love that dude. No, really.

All the sensuous metaphors I use to describe his prose wind up being sensual, verging on the pornographic. Like: I keep thinking of it as a slightly-overripe plum, biting into which causes juices to flow down one’s chin.

For what should be pretty obvious reasons, I left these Devotions out of the list I gave me analyst of what I’d been reading.

ETA: Then again, it’s not like Donne himself couldn’t be pretty damn pornographic (“Licence my roving hands, and let them go / Before, behind, between, above, below. / O, my America, my Newfoundland, / My kingdom, safest when with one man mann’d”—you are filthy, sir!). Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions even contains lines about how ironic it is that God struck him with an illness to punish him for his sins, condemning him to the very bed where he had committed so many of them.

You knew what my art was to me, the great primal note by which I had revealed, first myself to myself, and then myself to the world; the great passion of my life; the love to which all other loves were as marsh water to red wine; or the glowworm of the marsh to the magic mirror of the moon.

Oscar Wilde, De Profundis

I am a Serious Scholar
With Serious Scholarly Thoughts
Who just spent an hour Googling bittorrents
Because his font wouldn’t be what it ought

I am a Serious Scholar
With Serious Scholarly Thoughts
Who just spent an hour Googling bittorrents
Because his font wouldn’t be what it ought

The rest of you are dead to me.

The rest of you are dead to me.

Sometimes I’m so much better than everyone else that it hurts.

Sometimes I’m so much better than everyone else that it hurts.

Love is fed by the imagination, by which we become wiser than we know, better than we feel, nobler than we are: by which we can see life as a whole: by which and by which alone we can understand others in their real as in their ideal relation. Only what is fine, and finely conceived, can feed love. But anything will feed hate. There was not a glass of champagne that you drank, not a rich dish that you ate of in all those years, that did not feed your hate and make it fat…. Hate blinds people. You were not aware of that. Love can read the writing on the remotest star; but hate so blinded you that you could see no further than the narrow, walled-in and already lust-withered garden of your common desires. Your terrible lack of imagination, the one really fatal defect of your character, was entirely the result of the hate that lived in you. Subtly, silently, and in secret, hate gnawed at your nature, as the lichen bites at the root of some sallow plant, till you grew to see nothing but the most meagre interests and the most petty aims. That faculty in you which love would have fostered, hate poisoned and paralysed.

Oscar Wilde, De Profundis

One who is entirely ignorant of the modes of art in its revelation or the mood of thought in its progress, of the pomp of the Latin line or the richer music of the vowelled Greek, of Tuscan sculpture or Elizabethan song, may yet be full of the very sweetest wisdom. The real fool, such as the gods mock or mar, is he who does not know himself. I was such a one too long. You have been such a one too long. Be so no more. Do not be afraid. The supreme vice is shallowness. Everything that is realized is right.

Oscar Wilde, De Profundis

Happy Conviction Day, Oscar!

Enlarge this meditation upon this great world, man, so far as to consider the immensity of the creatures this world produces; our creatures are our thoughts, creatures that are born giants; that reach from east to west, from earth to heaven; that do not only bestride all the sea and land, but span the sun and firmament all at once; my thoughts reach all, comprehend all. Inexplicable mystery; I their creator am in a close prison, in a sick bed, any where, and any one of my creatures, my thoughts, is with the sun, and beyond the sun; overtakes the sun, and overgoes the sun in one pace, one step, everywhere.

John Donne, Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions

mrmullin:

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matt, i think this would go really well with your locket.

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Just ordered “Full-Time Internet.”  “You Are Reading” was sold out, which made me sad.

mrmullin:

kratlee:

langer:

jennydeluxe:

thursday morning shopping spree 

lkjashdfglkjahsdfgkljahdfgljkahdfgasdfgh

matt, i think this would go really well with your locket.

YES YES YES.

Just ordered “Full-Time Internet.” “You Are Reading” was sold out, which made me sad.

Innovations in Cognitive Behavioural Therapy

aedison:

Wake up and go straight to the mirror. Move your head from side to side and blink rapidly, making everything seem like it’s from an old-timey movie. Quote some Citizen Kane and Casablanca. Wait until you get dizzy from the blinking, and then go lay down. You are not a Hollywood actor.

Grab a pen and paper and write down a list of your biggest fears. Next to those, write down a list of things that could destroy those fears. Notice how that second list just says “Father” over and over. Start crying, and then go lay down. You are not your father.

The next time you feel the urge to obsessively wash your hands to get rid of the foul infestation of bacteria that is crawling, always crawling, crawling all over your skin, try to picture the bacteria with a smiley face, or something. Perhaps a jaunty hat?

Repeat to yourself “I am worthy of love and attention”. If the words sound hollow, carve them into your arm with a protractor, and show them to everybody you meet. You will have their attention!

Whenever you encounter anxiety over a problem or situation, use the R.A.I.L. system! Rationalize your fears by Accelerating them to their logical extreme, then Internalize the knowledge that every chain of events will undoubtedly contribute to entropy, and Lament the inevitable heat death of the universe. Does your anxiety really makes sense anymore? No, not if the Earth is going to grow cold and dark no matter what you do!