Hills and Valleys Reprise

love.... lo ve....

love is the foundation....the very bottom of things....love is lo....


some look for ascension....

I would rather descend into the love....

True Sugarelf, true, just in case however, I raised a living temple in three days, cut a heap of wood, and tilled the garden and planted peas and beans.I will have "peas" through whatever means required...one might say.."bean there, done that"

I leave a mountain of work in my wake, so...hammer anon, lads.

Dont flag.:)



"hills and valleys"....leaves plenty of opportunity for terracing, dont you think?
All is well, all is as it should be.

or should that read..."being there, Donne that..."


yeah esoteric orright harry...

WOMAN'S CONSTANCY.
by John Donne


NOW thou hast loved me one whole day,
To-morrow when thou leavest, what wilt thou say ?
Wilt thou then antedate some new-made vow ?
Or say that now
We are not just those persons which we were ?
Or that oaths made in reverential fear
Of Love, and his wrath, any may forswear ?
Or, as true deaths true marriages untie,
So lovers' contracts, images of those,
Bind but till sleep, death's image, them unloose ?
Or, your own end to justify,
For having purposed change and falsehood, you
Can have no way but falsehood to be true ?
Vain lunatic, against these 'scapes I could
Dispute, and conquer, if I would ;
Which I abstain to do,
For by to-morrow I may think so too.

LOVE'S EXCHANGE.
by John Donne


LOVE, any devil else but you
Would for a given soul give something too.
At court your fellows every day
Give th' art of rhyming, huntsmanship, or play,
For them which were their own before ;
Only I have nothing, which gave more,
But am, alas ! by being lowly, lower.

I ask no dispensation now,
To falsify a tear, or sigh, or vow ;
I do not sue from thee to draw
A non obstante on nature's law ;
These are prerogatives, they inhere
In thee and thine ; none should forswear
Except that he Love's minion were.

Give me thy weakness, make me blind,
Both ways, as thou and thine, in eyes and mind ;
Love, let me never know that this
Is love, or, that love childish is ;
Let me not know that others know
That she knows my paines, lest that so
A tender shame make me mine own new woe.

If thou give nothing, yet thou 'rt just,
Because I would not thy first motions trust ;
Small towns which stand stiff, till great shot
Enforce them, by war's law condition not ;
Such in Love's warfare is my case ;
I may not article for grace,
Having put Love at last to show this face.

This face, by which he could command
And change th' idolatry of any land,
This face, which, wheresoe'er it comes,
Can call vow'd men from cloisters, dead from tombs,
And melt both poles at once, and store
Deserts with cities, and make more
Mines in the earth, than quarries were before.

For this Love is enraged with me,
Yet kills not ; if I must example be
To future rebels, if th' unborn
Must learn by my being cut up and torn,
Kill, and dissect me, Love ; for this
Torture against thine own end is ;
Rack'd carcasses make ill anatomies.

Browning said, "If a man's reach, should exceed his grasp, then whats a Heaven for"

Donne said "A racked body does not good anatomy make..."


Browning also said this...

I can see three congruent overlays?

Can you?

What would such downy hair be so forthright in protecting...wondrith I


What Love of such foreboding would be worth the chase into madness?

And yet, Sentinal within the cacophony of ego...Love shines still...as a function...not as a feeling...


some folks get the philipea the agapea and the eros, awry...


no biggie:)

Robert Browning. 1812–1889

720. Porphyria's Lover

THE rain set early in to-night,
The sullen wind was soon awake,
It tore the elm-tops down for spite,
And did its worst to vex the lake:
I listen'd with heart fit to break. 5
When glided in Porphyria; straight
She shut the cold out and the storm,
And kneel'd and made the cheerless grate
Blaze up, and all the cottage warm;
Which done, she rose, and from her form 10
Withdrew the dripping cloak and shawl,
And laid her soil'd gloves by, untied
Her hat and let the damp hair fall,
And, last, she sat down by my side
And call'd me. When no voice replied, 15
She put my arm about her waist,
And made her smooth white shoulder bare,
And all her yellow hair displaced,
And, stooping, made my cheek lie there,
And spread, o'er all, her yellow hair, 20
Murmuring how she loved me—she
Too weak, for all her heart's endeavour,
To set its struggling passion free
From pride, and vainer ties dissever,
And give herself to me for ever. 25
But passion sometimes would prevail,
Nor could to-night's gay feast restrain
A sudden thought of one so pale
For love of her, and all in vain:
So, she was come through wind and rain. 30
Be sure I look'd up at her eyes
Happy and proud; at last I knew
Porphyria worshipp'd me; surprise
Made my heart swell, and still it grew
While I debated what to do. 35
That moment she was mine, mine, fair,
Perfectly pure and good: I found
A thing to do, and all her hair
In one long yellow string I wound
Three times her little throat around, 40
And strangled her. No pain felt she;
I am quite sure she felt no pain.
As a shut bud that holds a bee,
I warily oped her lids: again
Laugh'd the blue eyes without a stain. 45
And I untighten'd next the tress
About her neck; her cheek once more
Blush'd bright beneath my burning kiss:
I propp'd her head up as before,
Only, this time my shoulder bore 50
Her head, which droops upon it still:
The smiling rosy little head,
So glad it has its utmost will,
That all it scorn'd at once is fled,
And I, its love, am gain'd instead! 55
Porphyria's love: she guess'd not how
Her darling one wish would be heard.
And thus we sit together now,
And all night long we have not stirr'd,
And yet God has not said a word!

"dark and morbid there Mr Browning, have ye nothing of good fortune and perchance salubrious to myne constitution?"

"How They Brought the Good News From Ghent To Aix"

I SPRANG to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; ‘Good speed!’ cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew; ‘Speed!’ echoed the wall to us galloping through; Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest, And into the midnight we galloped abreast.

Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right, Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit, Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.

’Twas moonset at starting; but while we drew near Lokeren, the cocks crew and twilight dawned clear; At Boom, a great yellow star came out to see; At Düffeld, ’twas morning as plain as could be; And from Mecheln church-steeple we heard the half-chime, So Joris broke silence with ‘Yet there is time!’

At Aerschot, up leaped of a sudden the sun, And against him the cattle stood black every one, To stare through the mist at us galloping past, And I saw my stout galloper Roland at last, With resolute shoulders, each butting away The haze, as some bluff river headland its spray.

And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track; And one eye’s black intelligence,—ever that glance O’er its white edge at me, his own master, askance! And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on.

By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris, ‘Stay spur! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault’s not in her, We’ll remember at Aix’—for one heard the quick wheeze Of her chest, saw the stretched neck and staggering knees, And sunk tail, and horrible heave of the flank, As down on her haunches she shuddered and sank.

So we were left galloping, Joris and I, Past Looz and past Tongres, no cloud in the sky; The broad sun above laughed a pitiless laugh, ’Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And ‘Gallop,’ gasped Joris, ‘for Aix is in sight!’

‘How they’ll greet us!’—and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets’ rim.

Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster let fall, Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all, Stood up in the stirrup, leaned, patted his ear, Called my Roland his pet-name, my horse without peer; Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise, bad or good, Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood.

And all I remember is, friends flocking round As I sat with his head ’twixt my knees on the ground; And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine, As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine, Which (the burgesses voted by common consent) Was no more than his due who brought good news from Ghent.



skrie!!

Ahhh, but the pleasure is mine, Flaming Sword.

Freely sent, nothing in expectations, a receptive heart and warm camaraderie.

Understanding in a barren and desolate world.

Simple recipe.

Milk and two, Flaming Sword. Milk and two.

cheers Nines...

kettle is on





edit..coz I was sounding like a monk(key)
yep elf..I got em all...joking ok...

Last Edited by Flaming Sword on 07/26/2010 11:59 AM

Monk(key)
wan(ker)
very similar...but monkeys are smarter.


So, while we are on the subject, or more truthfully, while I rattle on about obscure ancient stuff and Love, whats it all got to do with anything anyway?

It's too doomy out there to even try to fathom whats going on, so, how is blathering on about Love, gonna change anything, anyway, and who cares about the ancient stuff, though, as an old buddy once said, it is mildly interesting...

Of course, lots of it boils down to














, a bit of guess work...

A willingness to drop ascribed values and see things at their core. So, old Solomon...what a dude...Man if ever there was a bling daddy it be him.

Now, dont get me wrong, but well, what a mess...

See, if, and this is a big if...if Solomon had been of let us say, a more temprate, more dumure type, not so fond of the filly, if I may propose, then he would not have been giddied by his exalted position.

David, of course, had been thourough and diligent in his acquisition of his cedars and stone.

But when David ceded to Solomon, or presumably, David died??Schloars..Theologians..Scribes..Tell ME!! ; Solomon had 900 wives to house.

Now, if it were me...but no..a farmers approach is unseemly..so of course, Solomon spent 13 years and no small measure of his fortune, to build Palaces, presumably to keep the wenches apart... I knoweth not....

Am I allowed a smile?

Ok...
so when thetime comes to build the temple..he is, sadly, a day late, and more than a dollar short...

It is a fascinating story which underpins much of the Roslyn Chapel and the Dacinci Code "mystique"

So...900 wives...





"happy valentines day you lot":whitrose: the Old Hermit was heard to mutter grimly, then; "Gabion...get me thyn ass out of here!!!!

coconuts galloping furiously....



oh yes


"To Song"
















Each one of you means a great deal and together we have walked many a mile.



The old hermit was happy to eat spuds and onions for ever, as lng as there was peace in the valley and we all just got along.

A bit of altruism...yeah...alrighty





And the biggest secret?

The one thing we have in common?





:watersofli:

we aint scared to cry


thats why I love you all...


bit of fractal multi taskin goin on'

normal program will resume shortly











Oh yes


Why this song Sugarelf?




Here is to Love, in all its forms.,..




Last Edited by Flaming Sword on 07/26/2010 12:41 PM

Now, I do have a point, to this argument I am about to promulgate.

It hinges on love, unrequited, then unabashed, and leads to all sorts of mayhem...

Ancient riddles are much more fun than cats eys and balls of string..dontchya think?

Anyway, her name was Sarah..all those years go..a lissome waife, to be sure...


We have a story with poisoned wells, tricked demon kings, smoke and mirrors, what else? scapegoats and atonement...big story...


One might say, the story of the ages...


Funny, how Christ said, let him who has eyes and ears...












So, there are levels which may be intimated but not declared...

Imagine...

I bet our protagonist was sincerely glad to see her when they first met.

Last Edited by Bullfrog on 07/26/2010 02:23 PM

he also said: "anyone with two ears better listen"

Sarah....

say rah....

Ra....

yes....

with a foundation of love....you rasied a living temple....

love is the beginning....the cornerstone....the foundation....


given at the start....then it will return....

What...? She sounds like a charming and clever girl, to me... a bit of a 'black sheep,' maybe...

Tyndale....

John 13:34

A newe commaundment geve I vnto you that ye love to gedder as I have loved you that even so ye love one another


I love that Tyndale Bible....

I bet she was the pick of the litter. was she not in charge of the flock? Mighty big responsibility in those days...the flock was the wealth...

I think when he came upon that well, the noticed the girl first and the water second.

Israel

Is Ra El?

never mind...the question has been answered already...

Tapping her toes... whistling a bit... 'Are we to have the rest of the story tonight, at all?'

Well, see, I am lost.
No, that was after the wine from the well...

So, the question is; did Solomon re write the "play book" to satisfy his lusts?

He makes Tiger sound tame...

Let us try to establish a timeline of events, and maybe some historical scholars could provide a referential overlay of significant events.

So, we have the consternation of the court, the coffers are being depleted rapidly and surely there was bitter debate as to the squandering of so much.

Or was Solomon completely beguiled by Asmodeous...

Just what were the prevailing conditions immediately prior to the Shamir being wrested by sorcery?

What after effects if any were there?




The whole thing reeks of unanswered questions, embellishments, lies and obfuscations...


A "plausible" cover for a greater deception...


I will sleep on it...

In the Testament of Solomon

In the Testament of Solomon, a 1st-3rd century text, the king invokes Asmodeus to aid in the construction of the Temple. The demon appears and predicts Solomon's kingdom will one day be divided (Testament of Solomon 5:4-5). When Solomon interrogated Asmodeus further, the king learns that Asmodeus is thwarted by the angel Raphael, as well as by sheatfish found in the rivers of Assyria. He also admits to hating water.

"My constellation (is like an animal which) reclines in its den in heaven; some men call me the Great Bear, but others the Offspring of a Dragon. Moreover, a smaller constellation accompanies my constellation, for the high position and throne of my father is always in the sky. So do not ask me so many things, Solomon, for eventually your kingdom will be divided. This glory of yours is temporary. You have us to torture for a little while; then we shall disperse among human beings again with the result that we shall be worshipped as gods because men do not know the names of the angels who rule over us."

- Testament of Solomon 5:4-5

[link to www.monstropedia.org]



Now...there is something "fishy" about the whole affair...

Old Solomon and Asmodeous....they knew a thing or two...

but we have the advantage of hidsight, and contrary to some fields of opinion, it aint a glass eye in the rear end.... "because men do not know th enames of angels who rule over us..."

Well hell, old boy, yes we do...


Now...


whos gonna "come clean"



Bringeth water and glowing coal...bringeth me the gall of Sheatfish


Oh to be a fly on the wall at the machinations and tete a tetes those two old trout got up to...


Stinks to High Heaven...

Better pleased Than Asmodeus with the fishy fume That drove him, though enamoured, from the spouse Of Tobit's son, and with a vengeance sent From Media post to Egypt, there fast bound. - Paradise Lost , iv. 167--71.— Paradise Lost

Heya everybody....

hello Bowhunter....

beautiful !!

Surrender....