THE LITTLE FETE

Alone and Drinking Under the Moon

by Li Po (701 - 762) Timeline English version by Rewi Alley Original Language Chinese

Taoist 8th Century

Amongst the flowers
I am alone with my pot of wine
drinking by myself; then lifting
my cup I asked the moon
to drink with me, its reflection
and mine in the wine cup, just
the three of us;
then I sigh
for the moon cannot drink,
and my shadow goes emptily along
with me never saying a word;
with no other friends here, I can
but use these two for company;
in the time of happiness,
I too must be happy with all
around me;
I sit and sing
and it is as if the moon
accompanies me;
then if I dance, it is my shadow that
dances along with me;
while still not drunk, I am glad
to make the moon and my shadow
into friends, but then when
I have drunk too much,
we all part;
yet these are
friends I can always count on
these who have no emotion
whatsoever;
I hope that one day
we three will meet again,
deep in the Milky Way.

VanGelis - The little fete (Film Show )

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My Love is Like a Red Red Rose

by Robert Burns

My love is like a red red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
My love is like the melodie
That’s sweetly play’d in tune.

So fair (are you) art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I;
And I will love (you) thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas (gone) gang dry.

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun:
And I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.

And (fare thee weel, my only love
And fare thee weel, a while!
And I will come again, my love,
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.

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DREAM THE IMPOSSIBLE DREAM

To dream the impossible dream

To fight the unbeatable foe

To bear with unbearable sorrow

To run where the brave dare not go.

To right the unrightable wrong

To be better far than you are

To try when your arms are too weary

To reach the unreachable star

This is my quest, to follow that star,

No matter how hopeless, no matter how far

To be willing to give when there's no more to give

To be willing to die so that honor and justice may live

And I know if I'll only be true to this glorious quest That my heart will lie peaceful and calm when I'm laid to my rest

And the world will be better for this

That one man scorned and covered with scars

Still strove with his last ounce of courage

To reach the unreachable star.

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Madonna Ft. Adagio For Strings & Kelis "If You Forget Me"

I want you to know one thing
You know how this is

If I look at the crystal moon
At the red branch of the slow autumn at my window
If I touch near the fire the impalpable ash Or the wrinkled body of the log
Everything carries me to you
As if everything that exists - aromas, light, metals
Were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me

Well, now
If little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you
Little by little
If suddenly you forget me
Do not look for me
For I shall already have forgotten you

If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life
And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots


Remember
That on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms
And my roots will set off to seek another land

But, if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me
With implacable sweetness
If each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me
Ahh my love, ahh my own, in me all that fire is repeated
In me nothing is extinguished or forgotten
My love feeds on your love, beloved
And as long as you live, it will be in your arms without leaving mine
(Pablo Neruda)

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BATTLE SONG-CINTECUL DE LUPTA TEUTON

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THE TEUTON’S BATTLE SONG

by

H. P. Lovecraft

The mightY Woden laughs upon his throne,

And once more claims his children for his own

.The voice of Thor resounds again on high,

While arm’d Valkyries ride from out of thIs sky:

The Gods of Asgard all their pow’rs released

To rouse the dullard from his dream of peace.

Awake! Ye hypocrites, and deign to scan

the actions of your “brotherhood of Man”.

Could your shrill pipings in the race impair

The warlike impulse put by nature there?

Where now the gentle maxims of the school,

The cant of preachers, and the Golden Rule?

What feeble word or doctrine now can sway?

Too long restrain’d, the bloody tempest breaks,

And Midgard ‘neath the tread of warriors shakes,

On to death, Beserker bold! And try

In acts of Godlike bravery to die!

Who cares to find the heaven of the priest,

When only warriors can with Woden feast?

The flesh of Schrimnir, and the cup of mead,

Are but for him who falls in martial deed:

You luckless boor, that passive meets his end

,May never in Valhalla’s court contend.

Slay, brothers, slay! And bathe in crimson gore;

Let Thor, triumphant, view the sport once more!

All other thoughts are fading in the mist,

But to attack, or of attack’d, resist.

List, great Alfadur, to the clash of steel;

How like a man does each brave swordsman feel!

The cries of pain, the roars of rampant rage,

In one vast symphony our ears engage.

Strike! Strike him down! Whoever bars the way;

Let each kill many ere he die today!

Ride o’er the weak; accomplish what ye can;

The Gods are kindest to the strongest man!

Why should we fear? What greater joy than this?

Asgard alone could give us sweeter bliss!

My strength is waning; dimly can I see

the helmeted Valkyries close to me.

Ten more I slay! How strange the thought of fear,

With Woden’s mounted messengers so near!

The darkness comes; I feel my spirit rise;

A kind Valkyrie bears me to the skies.

With conscience clear, I quit the earth below,

The boundless joys of Woden’s halls to know.

The grove of Glasir soon shall I behold,

And on Valhalla’s tablets be enroll’d:

There to remain, till HeiMdall’s horn shall sound,

And Ragnarok enclose creation round;

And Bifrost break beneath bold Surtur’s horde,

And Gods and men fall dead beneath the sword;

When sun shall die, and sea devour the land,

And stars descend, and naught but Chaos stand.

Then shall Alfadur make his realm anew,

And Gods and men with purer life inBue.

In that blest country shall Abundance reign,

Nor shall one vice or woe of earth remain.

Then, not before, shall men their battles cease

,And live at last in universal peace.

Thro’ cloudless heavens shall the eagle soar,

And happiness prevail for evermore.

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SONGS OF KABIR

ON this tree is a bird: it dances in the joy of life. None knows where it is: and who knows what the burden of its music may be? Where the branches throw a deep p. 79 shade, there does it have its nest: and it comes in the evening and flies away in the morning, and says not a word of that which it means. None tell me of this bird that sings within me. It is neither coloured nor colourless: it has neither form nor outline: It sits in the shadow of love. It dwells within the Unattainable, the Infinite, and the Eternal; and no one marks when it comes and goes. Kabîr says: "O brother Sadhu! deep is the mystery. Let wise men seek to know where rests that bird."

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JACK KEROUAC'S ESSENTIALS

Belief and Technique for Modern Prose, a list of thirty "essentials".

"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars, and in the middle, you see the blue center-light pop, and everybody goes ahh..."

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On the Road

1. Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for your own joy
2. Submissive to everything, open, listening
3. Try never get drunk outside your own house
4. Be in love with your life
5. Something that you feel will find its own form
6. Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind
7. Blow as deep as you want to blow
8. Write what you want bottomless from bottom of the mind
9. The unspeakable visions of the individual
10. No time for poetry but exactly what is
11. Visionary tics shivering in the chest
12. In tranced fixation dreaming upon object before you
13. Remove literary, grammatical and syntactical inhibition
14. Like Proust be an old teahead of time
15. Telling the true story of the world in interior monolog
16. The jewel center of interest is the eye within the eye
17. Write in recollection and amazement for yourself
18. Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea
19. Accept loss forever
20. Believe in the holy contour of life
21. Struggle to sketch the flow that already exists intact in mind
22. Don't think of words when you stop but to see picture better
23. Keep track of every day the date emblazoned in yr morning
24. No fear or shame in the dignity of yr experience, language & knowledge
25. Write for the world to read and see your exact pictures of it
26. Bookmovie is the movie in words, the visual American form
27. In praise of Character in the Bleak inhuman Loneliness
28. Composing wild, undisciplined, pure, coming in from under, crazier the better
29. You're a Genius all the time
30. Writer-Director of Earthly movies Sponsored & Angeled in Heaven

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HELL MAZE

On the road to hell there are many mirrors
paved wih fear, gliding like immaculate ice
curved and leading nowhere
filled with colourful traps
noisy dreamcatchers of the misterious indwellers.
Provided with fountains
whose musical waters grant oblivion
ah, the road to hell this sunny, beautiful, noisy maze.

Running like a blind mouse
passing through gates once walled
smelling the fear of others,
running over ponds of indian lotuses
opening under the silver moon- laughing like the lesser eye of god.

From one big eye heat passion and fury are granted,
three wishes for an obedient child
that wrote the lesson of commandments
on the board of his heart
in front of the careless mob.
One lesser eye fulfills dreams
the moment they are pursued
outside the open air of the labyrinth,
in shadow where only mud grows fed by the blood of the rebels.

If only they knew the maze is built with bricks of bones
so fragile and graceful that only by the sound of lament
or laughter or pleasure it crumbles back to nowhere.

Listen to the moon child.
The secrets of the worlds are locked in her eyes.
Poetry is but her tide of indiscretion.

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