To analyse the pleasures received from Gates, in corners of Fields, at twilight /

Insects by their smallness, the Mammoth by its hugeness, terrible.

- ibid., 1803]]> http://www.bhikku.net/2011/08/19.html http://www.bhikku.net/2011/08/19.html quotidian Fri, 19 Aug 2011 17:33:40 +0000 better to do nothing
than nothings

Dec. 6 1803. - Adam travelling in his old age - came to a set of the descendants of Cain, ignorant of the origin of the world; & treating him as a Madman killed him. A sort of Dream, which I had this Night.

- ibid.]]> http://www.bhikku.net/2011/08/16.html http://www.bhikku.net/2011/08/16.html quotidian Tue, 16 Aug 2011 16:12:04 +0000 He knew not what to do - Something, he felt, must be done - he rose, drew his writing-desk suddenly before him - sate down, took the pen - & found that he knew not what to do.

one of those thoughtful men whose plate of pudding often swims before their eyes while they are eating

Mind, shipwrecked by storms of doubt, now mastless, rudderless, shattered, - pulling in the dead swell of a dark and windless Sea.

He is always doing
something else

- ibid, 1800]]> http://www.bhikku.net/2011/08/15.html http://www.bhikku.net/2011/08/15.html quotidian Mon, 15 Aug 2011 15:36:34 +0000 You would smile to see my eye rolling up to the ceiling in a Lyric fury, and on my knee a Diaper pinned, to warm

- ibid, 1797]]> http://www.bhikku.net/2011/08/14.html http://www.bhikku.net/2011/08/14.html quotidian Sun, 14 Aug 2011 19:02:52 +0000 Very fond of Vegetables, particularly Bacon & Peas. Bacon & Broad Beans. -

In a distempered dream things & forms in themselves common & harmless inflict a terror of anguish.-

Doing nothing ends in being nothing.-

- ibid, 1794-7]]> http://www.bhikku.net/2011/08/13.html http://www.bhikku.net/2011/08/13.html quotidian Sat, 13 Aug 2011 10:36:25 +0000 We all look up to the blue Sky for comfort, but nothing appears there - nothing comforts nothing answers us - & so we die -

- Coleridge, Notebooks 1815]]> http://www.bhikku.net/2011/08/12.html http://www.bhikku.net/2011/08/12.html quotidian Fri, 12 Aug 2011 07:21:50 +0000 This is what I wished for, hoc erat in votis: a bit of land, oh, not so very large, but fenced in, to avoid the drawbacks of a public way; an abandoned, barren, sun scorched bit of land, favored by thistles and by wasps and bees. Here, without fear of being troubled by passers by, I could consult the Ammophila and the Sphex, and engage in that difficult conversation whose questions and answers have experiment for their language; here, without distant expeditions that take up my time, without tiring rambles that strain my nerves, I could contrive my plans of attack, lay my ambushes and watch their effects at every hour of the day. Hoc erat in votis. Yes, this was my wish, my dream, always cherished, always vanishing into the mists of the future. - Fabre, The Life of the Fly * he's echoing Horace, Satire II.vi, but Fabre's ideas of an earthly paradise are rather different from Horace's and much closer to mine.]]> http://www.bhikku.net/2011/06/19.html http://www.bhikku.net/2011/06/19.html quotidian Sun, 19 Jun 2011 19:18:51 +0000 If a Sparrow come before my Window, I take part in its existence, and pick about the Gravel - Keats, letter to Benjamin Bailey, 1817]]> http://www.bhikku.net/2011/05/28.html http://www.bhikku.net/2011/05/28.html side-quote Sat, 28 May 2011 08:16:12 +0000 Charon The conductor’s hands were black with money: Hold on to your ticket, he said, the inspector’s Mind is black with suspicion, and hold on to That dissolving map. We moved through London, We could see the pigeons through the glass but failed To hear their rumours of wars, we could see The lost dog barking but never knew That his bark was as shrill as a cock crowing, We just jogged on, at each request Stop there was a crowd of aggressively vacant Faces, we just jogged on, eternity Gave itself airs in revolving lights And then we came to the Thames and all The bridges were down, the further shore Was lost in fog, so we asked the conductor What we should do. He said: Take the ferry Faute de mieux. We flicked the flashlight And there was the ferryman just as Virgil And Dante had seen him. He looked at us coldly And his eyes were dead and his hands on the oar Were black with obols and varicose veins Marbled his calves and he said to us coldly: If you want to die you will have to pay for it. - Louis MacNeice]]> http://www.bhikku.net/2011/05/22.html http://www.bhikku.net/2011/05/22.html quotidian Sun, 22 May 2011 10:20:09 +0000

That in a hundred years the wind will lift my dust And join it in marriage with yours.

O Death, now I fear you no more!

- Anon., Persian 12th cent.]]> http://www.bhikku.net/2011/03/02.html http://www.bhikku.net/2011/03/02.html quotidian Wed, 02 Mar 2011 20:13:34 +0000

from The Country Walk, John Dyer

Says I to myself, this might be the motto for this journal.]]> http://www.bhikku.net/2011/02/22.html http://www.bhikku.net/2011/02/22.html quotidian Tue, 22 Feb 2011 10:50:04 +0000