“The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action; and till action, lust
Is perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust,
Enjoy’d no sooner but despised straight,
Past reason hunted, and no sooner had
Past reason hated, as a swallow’d bait
On purpose laid to make the taker mad;
Mad in pursuit and in possession so;
Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme;
A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe;
Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.
All this the world well knows; yet none knows well
To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.”
—
William Shakespeare, sonnet 129
Quoted in The New Social Face of Buddhism, by Ken H. Jones
Vocabulary card by Raynor.
What a magnificent bird?
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2009-11-22) -
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I might have to get these for James. As a bonus 20 dollars of my purchace would go to charity. Win!!
DO IT DO IT DOOOOO IIIIIIIIIT
“I don’t hate people, I just feel better when they aren’t around.” —
Charles Bukowski (via whetzell) (via suzywire) (via chariya)
Yeah, you know? Sometimes.
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Sometimes this could be a stillframe from my life.
[…]I don’t know if I like this man or hate him. After sitting for awhile, I decide to go back to the café. “I’m going to leave now. I’ll come again soon.” As I speak, Nomura picks up a small knife and flings it at me. The small blade sticks in the tatami. I gasp. So he still has this disgusting habit. When we lived together at Seta, he threw a knife at me several times. I can’t move, knowing that if I stand up, he’ll grab me by the legs and push me down. […]
Nighttime.
Just as I begin to drunkenly sing for the customers, Nomura comes into the café. I stop singing. It’s not my turn to serve the customers, but I know that he has no money. I feel a bitterness in my chest.
Sourly playing the mouth harp, Katsumi brings him sake. My legs feel week. I call Katsumi to the back room and tell her that Nomura knows me and doesn’t have any money. She understands and goes back. I leave the back door just as I am[…]
I take my time returning to the cafe and find that Nomura is still there. He is drinking sake and eating fried rice with a peaceful expression. I think I would sacrifice anything for him. Nomura leaves at about ten p.m.
Feeling that I am about to sink into the ground, I realize that there is no such thing as love.
[translated by Elizabeth Hanson]
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“心にある花を
枯らさずに咲かせよう
夢がやがて確かな
輝きへ変わるように”
— いきものがかりの「心の花を咲かせよう」
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