tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post6736174934980263895..comments2024-01-31T00:52:30.471-08:00Comments on Waking Ambrose: The Price of ExperienceDoug The Unahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-74766333336818336462007-10-25T04:04:00.000-07:002007-10-25T04:04:00.000-07:00cliff note time was good to have. Also thanks to O...cliff note time was good to have. Also thanks to OC for his link to the painting, I absolutely did not see what the owner of that blog described.<BR/><BR/>For me the painting represents the tiny blood-sucking insect of man, viewing himself as the giant at the center of the universe, although it seems that the universe is placed within the constraints of his own home...<BR/><BR/>I love Blake's title though: "The Ghost of a Flea"Minkahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04200778533362101678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-91939678166374728092007-10-24T20:31:00.000-07:002007-10-24T20:31:00.000-07:00Cliff's Note Times:Here is Blake's The Price of Ex...Cliff's Note Times:<BR/><BR/>Here is Blake's <I>The Price of Experience: </I><BR/><BR/>What is the price of experience? Do men buy it for a song? <BR/>Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the price<BR/>Of all a man hath, his house, his wife, his children. <BR/>Wisdom is sold in the desolate market where none come to buy, <BR/>And in the wither'd field where the farmer plows for bread in vain. <BR/><BR/>It is an easy thing to triumph in the summer's sun <BR/>And in the vintage and to sing on the waggon loaded with corn. <BR/>It is an easy thing to talk of prudence to the afflicted,<BR/>To speak the laws of prudence to the houseless wanderer, <BR/>To listen to the hungry raven's cry in wintry season <BR/>When the red blood is fill'd with wine and with the marrow of lambs. <BR/><BR/>It is an easy thing to laugh at wrathful elements, <BR/>To hear the dog howl at the wintry door, the ox in the slaughterhouse moan; <BR/>To see a god on every wind and a blessing on every blast; <BR/>To hear sounds of love in the thunder-storm and destroys our enemies' house; <BR/>To rejoice in the blight that covers his field, and the sickness that cuts off his children, <BR/>While our olive and vine sing and laugh round our door, and our children bring fruits and flowers.<BR/><BR/>Then the groan and the dolour are quite forgotten, and the slave grinding at the mill, <BR/>And the captive in chains, and the poor in the prison, and the soldier in the field <BR/>When the shatter'd bone hath laid him groaning among the happier dead. <BR/>It is an easy thing to rejoice in the tents of prosperity: <BR/>Thus could I sing and thus rejoice: but it is not so with me.Doug The Unahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-12238692017074817962007-10-24T20:26:00.000-07:002007-10-24T20:26:00.000-07:00Minka, can you ask a Brit anything without metapho...Minka, can you ask a Brit anything without metaphor?<BR/><BR/>Poobah, I prefer "differently concerned."<BR/><BR/>Mule, thank you for reminding me who the real poet is round here.<BR/><BR/>Amoeba, I posted from the 26th floor of a hotel, but if it helps, I rescued an orphan in the elevator.<BR/><BR/>Nessa, stay away from lazers and shrinks. Got it.<BR/><BR/>Pia, I don' need no steenkeeng badges!<BR/><BR/>Thanks, Aral. Actually the room service was warm at best.<BR/><BR/>G, that sounds fun. Does he know William Blake?<BR/><BR/>TLP, I prefer "Peciophiliic-American"<BR/><BR/>Terry, William Blake is just a wonder. I would see through his eyes.<BR/><BR/>Actonbell, it sure would. It's the ghost of a flea, a la Blake.<BR/><BR/>Right, Minka, see Amoeba's link.<BR/><BR/>OC, Thanks, pard.<BR/><BR/>Cooper, I was fortunate not to need the national guard. They mace me every time.<BR/><BR/>Jamie Dawn, making you think is no accomplishment. If you were thinking about something besides your family and truffles then I'm sort of proud.<BR/><BR/>Mireille, it goes all the way down to the stone.<BR/><BR/>OE, you tawkin' to me?Doug The Unahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-34472658478065062312007-10-24T20:07:00.000-07:002007-10-24T20:07:00.000-07:00Callous: A promise to make a telephone call later...Callous: A promise to make a telephone call later, usually spoken by an Italian from BrooklynThe OEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07107200942428647144noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-58426225990408126222007-10-24T19:48:00.000-07:002007-10-24T19:48:00.000-07:00"For truth to emerge, it must puncture the skin......"For truth to emerge, it must puncture the skin..."<BR/><BR/>Wow, that is good. Really, really good. And so much more effective if the skin is thick. <BR/><BR/>xoxomireillehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02012296353550408831noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-38936495761058158212007-10-24T18:25:00.000-07:002007-10-24T18:25:00.000-07:00My son has many callouses from many, many hours of...My son has many callouses from many, many hours of guitar playing. Those are his battle scars for greatness. <BR/><BR/>Nice poem for today. Made me think which is a good thing, I think.Jamie Dawnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11036600186909466411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-68311355050437754432007-10-24T18:12:00.000-07:002007-10-24T18:12:00.000-07:00callous, n.What one becomes when the eye of the hu...callous, n.<BR/>What one becomes when the eye of the hurricane and the world passes.<BR/><BR/>Are you free of danger?<BR/><BR/>I hear that with no national guard, or equipment things are a little dicey there.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-67277179054326823102007-10-24T16:50:00.000-07:002007-10-24T16:50:00.000-07:00Minka, the pic is indeed by Blake. look here.Minka, the pic is indeed by Blake. <A HREF="http://thecultureclub.wordpress.com/2006/11/18/william-blake-the-ghost-of-a-flea/" REL="nofollow">look here</A>.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-5607226155738274712007-10-24T16:43:00.000-07:002007-10-24T16:43:00.000-07:00wow, you added that picture after I came along. Be...wow, you added that picture after I came along. Beautiful. By who is it? Blake?Minkahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04200778533362101678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-91874034721800325162007-10-24T15:42:00.000-07:002007-10-24T15:42:00.000-07:00TLP - brilliant!Callous - One who is impervious to...TLP - brilliant!<BR/><BR/>Callous - One who is impervious to the begging eyes of their dog.<BR/><BR/>You're poem is great - and I love the picture even more.tsduffhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06457805824149563737noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-73704304660287742652007-10-24T13:05:00.000-07:002007-10-24T13:05:00.000-07:00Callouses are lice from California.Callouses are lice from California.TLPhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02837578489728318423noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-75832806654716312642007-10-24T12:57:00.000-07:002007-10-24T12:57:00.000-07:00Boy that Omnipotent One sure comes up with some ge...Boy that Omnipotent One sure comes up with some gems. <BR/><BR/>I remember a FarSide cartoon I think, "The Callous Sophisticate". <BR/><BR/>I'll have to google that.Ghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16075495407192340894noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-15972376468129429722007-10-24T10:57:00.000-07:002007-10-24T10:57:00.000-07:00Thinking of you and hoping you're not in the midst...Thinking of you and hoping you're not in the midst of a horrible experience.Lilahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12068609044580667767noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-34552040864062543222007-10-24T08:20:00.000-07:002007-10-24T08:20:00.000-07:00Yes Doug can see you with calloused mind and body ...Yes Doug can see you with calloused mind and body posting from a homeland security shelterAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-76578931264658729112007-10-24T08:18:00.000-07:002007-10-24T08:18:00.000-07:00Callous: A disease cured at the plastic surgeon's ...Callous: A disease cured at the plastic surgeon's office with lasers or with a prescription from a shrink.Nessahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07779269921583131094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-20586661132152218072007-10-24T07:39:00.000-07:002007-10-24T07:39:00.000-07:00CALLOUS, n. Having made the acquaintance of Outra...<B>CALLOUS</B>, <I>n</I>. Having made the acquaintance of Outrageous Fortune, often enough to be toughened against her hand weapons, but not so well that she learns of the toughening and reaches for a bazooka.<BR/><BR/>Or a wildfire. We trust that you're not posting from a fallout shelter ...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-40006179622944497772007-10-24T07:20:00.000-07:002007-10-24T07:20:00.000-07:00callous: a circle around the sun.callous: a circle around the sun.The Old Mulehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09469707883604282375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-13218116011832586562007-10-24T05:31:00.000-07:002007-10-24T05:31:00.000-07:00callous - The thick skin of the uncaring.callous - The thick skin of the uncaring.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-58416884639806686342007-10-24T05:25:00.000-07:002007-10-24T05:25:00.000-07:00songs of innocence and experience. Blake. Well don...songs of innocence and experience. Blake. Well done. <BR/><BR/>Since your verse is metred, rhymed and short, I take it you did find that the journey from innocence to experience is not a one -way street,nor is it the only one, nor is there one way of driving-ask the Brits!- metaphorically speaking of course. <BR/><BR/>callous, somethign worth removingMinkahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04200778533362101678noreply@blogger.com