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@farmerman,

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If my wife catches me in this den of undressitude, Ill be talking a few octaves higher

Sorry Mrs. fm. We just got carried away............oh boy, let's do that again.

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[quote]On Love Kahlil Gibran
Then said Almitra, "Speak to us of Love."
And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said:
When love beckons to you follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth. Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.
But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love. When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, I am in the heart of God."
And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
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Take that for a bump!

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Dammit..........it didn't work. Annoying. Oh well, I'll think instead of love.

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On Eating and Drinking Kalil Gibran
Then an old man, a keeper of an inn, said, "Speak to us of Eating and Drinking."
And he said:
Would that you could live on the fragrance of the earth, and like an air plant be sustained by the light.
But since you must kill to eat, and rob the young of its mother's milk to quench your thirst, let it then be an act of worship,
And let your board stand an altar on which the pure and the innocent of forest and plain are sacrificed for that which is purer and still more innocent in many.
When you kill a beast say to him in your heart,
"By the same power that slays you, I to am slain; and I too shall be consumed.
For the law that delivered you into my hand shall deliver me into a mightier hand.
Your blood and my blood is naught but the sap that feeds the tree of heaven." And when you crush an apple with your teeth, say to it in your heart,
"Your seeds shall live in my body,
And the buds of your tomorrow shall blossom in my heart,
And your fragrance shall be my breath, And together we shall rejoice through all the seasons."
And in the autumn, when you gather the grapes of your vineyard for the winepress, say in you heart, "I to am a vineyard, and my fruit shall be gathered for the winepress,
And like new wine I shall be kept in eternal vessels."
And in winter, when you draw the wine, let there be in your heart a song for each cup;
And let there be in the song a remembrance for the autumn days, and for the vineyard, and for the winepress.

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Wow...watching you folk dancing like you are is very exciting. I sure hope it doesn't go on for more than four hours. I don't wanna hafta call my doctor.

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@Lola,

Muriel's Wedding!

I think we should have a movie night here sometime - Muriel's Wedding would definitely be on my short list of suggestions.

Now Wassau, I know we kept you up late last night and everyone's a bit stressed about happenings around Boston but I don't think my breakfast order was that complicated. I asked for a toasted French Toast bagel with butter on the side - you've brought out pb and jam. Could you try again?

I'm keeping the tea. It's perfect. Two teabags, no sugar.

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@Frank Apisa,

Do some core work Frankie - the lads are going to join the dancing tonight so you'd best be ready.

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@ehBeth,

Oh please! Dirty Dancing comes immediately to mind - some great sequences in that! Be a really good workout for all of us.

Is there a Patrick Swayze here in the Coffee House? Need a bit of muscle for some of those lifts!

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@ehBeth,

Why thank you ehBeth - very civilised of you to offer me a glass - I'll be happy to accept.

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@Lola,

Lola wrote:

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On Eating and Drinking Kalil Gibran
Then an old man, a keeper of an inn, said, "Speak to us of Eating and Drinking."
And he said:
Would that you could live on the fragrance of the earth, and like an air plant be sustained by the light.
But since you must kill to eat, and rob the young of its mother's milk to quench your thirst, let it then be an act of worship,
And let your board stand an altar on which the pure and the innocent of forest and plain are sacrificed for that which is purer and still more innocent in many.
When you kill a beast say to him in your heart,
"By the same power that slays you, I to am slain; and I too shall be consumed.
For the law that delivered you into my hand shall deliver me into a mightier hand.
Your blood and my blood is naught but the sap that feeds the tree of heaven." And when you crush an apple with your teeth, say to it in your heart,
"Your seeds shall live in my body,
And the buds of your tomorrow shall blossom in my heart,
And your fragrance shall be my breath, And together we shall rejoice through all the seasons."
And in the autumn, when you gather the grapes of your vineyard for the winepress, say in you heart, "I to am a vineyard, and my fruit shall be gathered for the winepress,
And like new wine I shall be kept in eternal vessels."
And in winter, when you draw the wine, let there be in your heart a song for each cup;
And let there be in the song a remembrance for the autumn days, and for the vineyard, and for the winepress.

Some one needs to stand up on the bar tonight and recite this.

I've read this many times, but had completely forgotten it.

Joe(thanks to Lola)Nation

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@Joe Nation,

One of the finest poems I've read here ... or ... EVER!

Thanks for posting.

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@Joe Nation,

A SLAM I AM.

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@ehBeth,

Ahhh...I used to be pretty good on the dance floor, Beth...and Nancy and I actually took some classes, so we had some interesting moves.

But now I dance sorta like I swim...and I swim like an anvil.

I'm gonna watch, though...and keep a close check on my heartbeat. Don't wanna end up in a hospital.

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@Frank Apisa,

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Ahhh...I used to be pretty good on the dance floor...

And I'll bet you still are, Frank.

So, get onto the dance floor--let's face the music and dance.

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@Ragman,

Kalil Gibran <sigh>

This brings back all those coffee house days when we all had a copy of The Prophet in our bookbag.
Or, ~~~~what was the name of that other poet? Damn. Seems to me he was from California and we listened to recordings of him reading his lovely sappy poems about the ocean and cats. <god we were young>

Oh, his name just flew by my eyes!

What else we were reading? Stranger in a Strange Land. Yeah, good one.

A bunch of us read Siddhartha, oh and Under Milkwood. Holy cow, it's all coming back to me and I haven't had a glass of wine to help out.

Those were good days of good music and good friends, I miss them all.
Bob Dylan's Dream encapsulated then and encapsulates now the whole experience.

I used to perform two of Robert Frost's poems because I thought instead of making them into movies (we tried to do that with a Eudora Welty story about a man returning home and ~~a yellow ribbon~~ ) those poems were movies all their own.
The Death of the Hired Man
and
Maple.

I learned too many lessons from all of those books and writers for me to list. They guided me in love and helped me raise my children.

I hope I am a better man because of them.

Joe(now I've got to go)Nation

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@Joe Nation,

Rod McKuen...(gag me with a spoon). If ever there was a Captain Obvious, Rod McKuen was it. As a dating 'aid', I had memorized 'Listen to the Warm' for potential dates who LOVED McKuen. then I grew a set of balls and smartened up.

IMHO, he has had a few very good poems but he's got 10:1 ratio of bad vs good.

Yeah, this brings back memories for me too. Of college-level courses American and English literature. Coleridge... Beowulf...etc.

I discovered Leonard Cohen and knew of Bob Dylan and collected his record and writings since a young teen.

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@Ragman,

I still have that same copy of The Prophet from college days.

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@Joe Nation,

There was the poet we all got very tired of, Rod McKewn? Rod McKuen? Talked about some street in San Francisco.
I will admit I read the Prophet so much that I got quite sick of it.

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@ossobuco,

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@Joe Nation,

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This brings back all those coffee house days when we all had a copy of The Prophet in our bookbag...

Oh yes, Joe, those were the days.

We definitely have a generational shared frame of reference.

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