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Post by Equus on Sept 1, 2015 19:47:34 GMT
"I am become death, the destroyer of worlds." - J. Robert Oppenheimer
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Post by maddogfagin on Sept 2, 2015 8:08:12 GMT
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Post by Equus on Sept 5, 2015 10:22:34 GMT
"Nobody kicks a dead dog." - Dale Carnegie
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Post by Equus on Sept 5, 2015 12:09:40 GMT
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Post by Equus on Sept 10, 2015 10:29:20 GMT
"My-my Smile at least You can't say no to the Beauty and the Beast... (Weakling...)"
- David Bowie
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Post by Equus on Sept 11, 2015 13:05:41 GMT
"There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so." - William Shakespeare, (Hamlet)
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Post by Equus on Sept 12, 2015 6:45:09 GMT
"My words but a whisper, your deafness a SHOUT!" - Ian Anderson
Thick As A Brick (Part 1):
Really don't mind if you sit this one out. My words but a whisper your deafness a SHOUT! I may make you feel but I can't make you think. Your sperm's in the gutter your love's in the sink. So you ride yourselves over the fields and you make all your animal deals and your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in the tidal destruction the moral melee. The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers the newfangled way. But your new shoes are worn at the heels and your suntan does rapidly peel and your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the love that I feel is so far away: I'm a bad dream that I just had today and you shake your head and say it's a shame.
Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth. Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth. Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song. See there! A son is born and we pronounce him fit to fight. There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night. We'll make a man of him, put him to trade teach him to play Monopoly and how to sing in the rain.
The Poet and the Painter casting shadows on the water as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea. The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed. The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling but the master of the house is far away. The horses stamping, their warm breath clouding in the sharp and frosty morning of the day. And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword. And the youngest of the family is moving with authority. Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.
The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea: the builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose and contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need. The young men of the household have all gone into service and are not to be expected for a year. The innocent young master - thoughts moving ever faster - has formed the plan to change the man he seems. And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword. And the oldest of the family is moving with authority. Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run.
What do you do when the old man's gone - do you want to be him? And your real self sings the song. Do you want to free him? No one to help you get up steam and the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam.
I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways. My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed. So come on all you criminals! I've got to put you straight just like I did with my old man twenty years too late. Your bread and water's going cold. Your hair is too short and neat. I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me.
You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone, you meet the stares, you're unaware that your doings aren't done. And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be. But how are we supposed to see where we should run? I see you shuffle in the courtroom with your rings upon your fingers and your downy little sidies and your silver-buckle shoes. Playing at the hard case, you follow the example of the comic-paper idol who lets you bend the rules.
So! Come on ye childhood heroes! Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books your super crooks and show us all the way. Well! Make your will and testament. Won't you? Join your local government. We'll have Superman for president let Robin save the day.
You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time. The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line. And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are and take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars. And you wonder who to call on. So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday? And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though? They're all resting down in Cornwall writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual.
Thick As A Brick (Part 2):
See there! A man born and we pronounce him fit for peace. There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease. We'll take the child from him put it to the test teach it to be a wise man how to fool the rest.
We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional God is an overwhelming responsibility we walked through the maternity ward and saw 218 babies wearing nylons cats are on the upgrade upgrade? Hipgrave. Oh, Mac.
In the clear white circles of morning wonder, I take my place with the lord of the hills. And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured (in neat little rows) sporting canvas frills. With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention, while queueing for sarnies at the office canteen. Saying: "How's your granny?" and good old Ernie: he coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win. The legends (worded in the ancient tribal hymn) lie cradled in the seagull's call. And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall.
The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun, and signal for the crack of dawn. Light the sun. Light the sun. Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day! The Dawn Creation of the Kings has begun. Soft Venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one. Do you believe in the day? The fading hero has returned to the night and fully pregnant with the day, wise men endorse the poet's sight. Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day!
Let me tell you the tales of your life of your love and the cut of the knife the tireless oppression, the wisdom instilled the desire to kill or be killed. Let me sing of the losers who lie in the street as the last bus goes by. The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red while the fool toasts his god in the sky.
So come all ye young men who are building castles! Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus. Mark the precise nature of your fear. Let me help you pick up your dead as the sins of the father are fed with the blood of the fools and the thoughts of the wise and from the pan under your bed. Let me make you a present of song as the wise man breaks wind and is gone while the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose and the nursery rhyme winds along.
So! Come all ye young men who are building castles! Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus. Mark the precise nature of your fear. See! The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you and the hour of judgement draweth near. Would you be the fool stood in his suit of armour or the wiser man who rushes clear.
So! Come on ye childhood heroes! Won't your rise up from the pages of your comic-books your super-crooks and show us all the way. Well! Make your will and testament. Won't you? Join your local government. We'll have Superman for president let Robin save the day.
So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday? And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through? They're all resting down in Cornwall writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual
So you ride yourselves over the fields and you make all your animal deals and your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
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Post by Equus on Sept 13, 2015 14:49:42 GMT
...Good old Franklin said... "Do good to your friends to keep them, to your enemies to win them." - Benjamin Franklin
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Post by Equus on Sept 14, 2015 14:59:03 GMT
"Anyone who doesn't believe in miracles is not a realist." - David Ben-Gurion
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Post by onewhiteduck on Sept 14, 2015 21:40:58 GMT
A lot of critics are lazy.
They don't want to look closely and analyze something for what it is.
They take a quick first impression and then rush to compare it to something they've seen before.
OneWhiteDuck Willem Dafoe
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Post by Equus on Sept 20, 2015 10:43:49 GMT
"If there's anything I can't stand, it's suffering, when it includes pain." - Roger Moore as Lord Brett Sinclair in The Persuaders
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Post by Equus on Sept 23, 2015 6:16:12 GMT
"No loss should hit us, which can be avoided with constant care." - Arnold Mærsk Mc-Kinney Møller
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Post by Equus on Sept 24, 2015 6:18:13 GMT
"My lady, be discrete. I must get to my feet, and go back to the farm."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2015 18:37:52 GMT
I like live audiences, with real people - virtual reality is no substitute. - Hillary Clinton
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Post by Equus on Sept 29, 2015 6:46:20 GMT
"You have the right to free Speech as long as you're not Dumb enough to actually try it." - Lyrics from the album: Combat Rock, The Clash...
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Post by Equus on Oct 1, 2015 9:09:34 GMT
"If your key is missing, you will not find it, before you search, where it actually is." - Michael V. Pedersen
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Post by Equus on Oct 3, 2015 10:26:16 GMT
"Mankind must put an end to war, before war puts an end to mankind." - John F. Kennedy
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Post by Equus on Oct 5, 2015 11:48:50 GMT
"You see, in this world there's two kinds of people, my friend: Those with loaded guns, and those who dig. ...You dig!" - Blondie / The Good
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Post by Equus on Oct 6, 2015 8:47:05 GMT
"The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting." - Sun Tzu
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Post by Equus on Oct 7, 2015 7:47:53 GMT
"War is the continuation of politics by other means." - Carl von Clausewitz
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Post by Equus on Oct 8, 2015 19:32:15 GMT
"We shall defend our island, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender." - Winston Churchill
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Post by Equus on Oct 9, 2015 8:52:22 GMT
"There are no facts, only interpretations." - Friedrich Nietzsche
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Post by maddogfagin on Oct 9, 2015 9:17:48 GMT
"There are no facts, only interpretations." - Friedrich Nietzsche I saw Planet Of The Apes when it first was shown in the UK (1968) and was sworn to secrecy for many weeks as to how it ended. A great film and one that has certainly improved with age - it is shown here in the UK quite frequently on Sky TV along with its sequels together with the "re-imagination" of 2001, the subsequent cgi sequels, and the inferior TV series of the early seventies. If memory serves me correctly, there was also a cartoon version - perhaps someone can confirm that ?
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Post by Equus on Oct 9, 2015 20:33:21 GMT
"There are no facts, only interpretations." - Friedrich Nietzsche I saw Planet Of The Apes when it first was shown in the UK (1968) and was sworn to secrecy for many weeks as to how it ended. A great film and one that has certainly improved with age - it is shown here in the UK quite frequently on Sky TV along with its sequels together with the "re-imagination" of 2001, the subsequent cgi sequels, and the inferior TV series of the early seventies. If memory serves me correctly, there was also a cartoon version - perhaps someone can confirm that ? Interesting movie... The way the Apes treat humans, are very similar to the way humans treat animals... Humans tend to interpret their own behavior as good, even though we occasionally feast on the flesh of murdered animals... or should I say, enjoys a good and well done steak? When Charlton Heston as George Taylor, discovers that he is back on mother earth, he can only see it from his own perspective, from a humans point of view, he is destined to interpret events as bad, and therefore distorts reality... He is destined to think, feel and act, the way he does, because he cannot see that what he perceives as reality, is only an interpretation, and therefore not real at all... It could be argued that this is the only right and reasonable interpretation, seen from a human point of view... because of the "what's in it for me" factor...
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Post by Equus on Oct 13, 2015 20:14:26 GMT
"A belligerent samurai, an old Japanese tale goes, once challenged a Zen master to explain the concept of heaven and hell. The monk replied with scorn, "You're nothing but a lout - I can't waste my time with the likes of you!" His very honor attacked, the samurai flew into a rage and, pulling his sword from its scabbard, yelled "I could kill you for your impertinence." "That," the monk calmly replied, "is hell." Startled at seeing the truth in what the master pointed out about the fury that had him in its grip, the samurai calmed down, sheathed his sword, and bowed, thanking the monk for the insight. "And that,"said the monk "is heaven." - Daniel Goleman, author of the book, Emotional Intelligence.
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Post by Equus on Oct 15, 2015 11:32:08 GMT
There is a Taoist story of an old farmer who had worked his crops for many years. One day his horse ran away. Upon hearing the news, his neighbors came to visit. "Such bad luck," they said sympathetically. "Maybe," the farmer replied. The next morning the horse returned, bringing with it three other wild horses. "How wonderful," the neighbors exclaimed. "Maybe," replied the old man. The following day, his son tried to ride one of the untamed horses, was thrown, and broke his leg. The neighbors again came to offer their sympathy on his misfortune. "Maybe," answered the farmer. The day after, military officials came to the village to draft young men into the army. Seeing that the son's leg was broken, they passed him by. The neighbors congratulated the farmer on how well things had turned out. "Maybe," said the farmer...
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Post by Equus on Oct 16, 2015 7:07:16 GMT
A traveler, fleeing a tiger who was chasing him through the forest, ran till he came to the edge of a cliff. Seeing no other option, he caught hold of a thick vine and swung himself over the edge. Above him the tiger snarled, and below him, he saw another tiger peering up at him. Two mice, a white and a black, began to gnaw at the vine. Unable to stop them, he could see they were quickly eating it through. Hanging there on the Cliffside he saw a luscious bunch of strawberries. Holding onto the vine with one hand, he reached out and picked one of them with the other. It was delicious!
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Post by Equus on Oct 17, 2015 15:10:07 GMT
"And as you join the good ship earth, and you mingle with the dust, be sure to leave your underpants, with someone you can trust." - Ian Anderson ...Ha, ha... always lovet that one... ...that's what I call excellent advice...
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Post by maddogfagin on Oct 22, 2015 8:23:48 GMT
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Post by bunkerfan on Nov 5, 2015 10:13:40 GMT
Speaking about the loss of his Daughter, Peaches..........
" Time doesn't heal, it just accommodates." Bob Geldof
Sadly I know what he means.
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