Wisdom from the Past


Most of you know I am a parent, with many beautiful grandchildren, none of whom I get to see enough.

When I do see them, I try to pass on a little wisdom, but my words are not always adequate, so sometimes, just sometimes, I rely on the wise words of others.

 

I thought I would share some of these with you today, in print and in song.

And the Two of Them Walked Together:
A Parent’s Advice to a Child

If

If you can keep your head when all about you

are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or, being hated, don’t give  way to hating

And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

 

If you can dream — and not make dreams your master;

If you can think — and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with triumph and disaster

And treat those to impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,

And stoop and build ‘em up with wornout tools;

 

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and  start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about our loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;

 

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with kings — nor lose the common touch;

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run –

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,

And — which is more — you’ll be a Man, my son!

–Rudyard Kipling

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A Cloud of Love


Originally posted on Lorrie Bowden:

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A cloud of love

Yes, that is what I wish for you

A cloud of love

to descend from the heavens

Angel’s playground

Envelope you – hold you – caress you

Give you a place for those falling tears to land

A cloud of love

reminiscent of cotton candy dreams

A place where you are protected

A place where you become strong again

A place to lay your head and rest

A cloud of love

unconditional love is expressed

and known

You feel your soul begin to stand up and take notice

This cloud of love offers you a safe haven

The place that just “is”

And you recharge your love

And you know

you just know

And everything makes perfect sense

You know exactly what you need to do

You know the steps that you must take

You know the path leads to your home

Yes, I wish for…

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Fear And Loathing In Croatia


Originally posted on Croatia, the War, and the Future:

Croatia's president Ivo Josipovic Does he think, not only dress as Mao Tse Tung or Kim Il Jong?

Croatia’s president Ivo Josipovic
Does he think, not only dress
as Mao Tse Tung or Kim Il Jong?

Politics is a rough game, they say. The current president of Croatia, Ivo Josipovic, might have a lead as a favourite presidential candidate at coming elections according to surveys, which at best are left-leaning vessels trying to shape public opinion rather than reflecting the real opinion, but just have a peek into a couple of those anti-Croat independence tropes and symbolism he has dished out.

It was February 2012 when, mean-spirited, he began using the word “snake” in talking about World War II Croatian fight for independence, trying to characterize everyone in that movement as Nazi/fascist driven extermination of Jews. Of course, his hatred for the communist camp he supports, if for nothing else then because his own father/family are said to have headed the Goli Otok (Naked Island) torture…

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“To the Seeker after Fame, a Warning” / Symonenko


Originally posted on WordVerseUniverse:

To the Seeker after Fame, a Warning

Together with your name and vile cunning
You’ll slip into obscurity and shame.
The Fame you crave forever will elude you—
Forsooth, she scorns her suitor’s earthly reign.

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Vasyl’ Symonenko, 1935 – 1963, Ukrainian poet, journalist and dissident. He was a pioneer of the 1960s and 70s literary resistance movement (the Shestydesiatnyky) to a chauvinistic Soviet regime’s political and cultural oppression of Ukraine. His best and strongest poems were not published in his homeland, except as samvydav: single copies were typed and retyped by friends and colleagues and circulated beneath the censor’s radar. Often works of such writers were smuggled out of the country and published by the diaspora. After his untimely death, the crackdown on his samvydav poetry grew and later the suppression of his works became near total as they were deemed ‘incompatible’ with the party line…

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“To the Seeker after Fame, a Warning” / Symonenko


Originally posted on WordVerseUniverse:

To the Seeker after Fame, a Warning

Together with your name and vile cunning
You’ll slip into obscurity and shame.
The Fame you crave forever will elude you—
Forsooth, she scorns her suitor’s earthly reign.

_____________

Vasyl’ Symonenko, 1935 – 1963, Ukrainian poet, journalist and dissident. He was a pioneer of the 1960s and 70s literary resistance movement (the Shestydesiatnyky) to a chauvinistic Soviet regime’s political and cultural oppression of Ukraine. His best and strongest poems were not published in his homeland, except as samvydav: single copies were typed and retyped by friends and colleagues and circulated beneath the censor’s radar. Often works of such writers were smuggled out of the country and published by the diaspora. After his untimely death, the crackdown on his samvydav poetry grew and later the suppression of his works became near total as they were deemed ‘incompatible’ with the party line…

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A day outside. A bad day outside. – II (2.0, Is Back, Returns, Another day…)


Originally posted on A Blind Bird:

Hello, everyone! Time for some heart to heart talk because after almost a month after the last prose-y thing I did..I have managed to come up with just one story from ‘My journey with ineptness’.
This will also be a Dimecdote (In all honesty, nothing much happened) because today I went shopping with mum. I tried everything I generally do to avoid going on such cute adventures. There was some cup-breaking involved…it got serious. That obviously did not help at all and off we went to the World of Stares and A lot more Stares.

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