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A Ballade of Suicide
  
The gallows in my garden, people say,
Is new and neat and adequately tall;
I tie the noose on in a knowing way
As one that knots his necktie for a ball;
But just as all the neighbours--on the wall--
Are drawing a long breath to shout "Hurray!"
The strangest whim has seized me. . . . After all
I think I will not hang myself to-day.

To-morrow is the time I get my pay--
My uncle's sword is hanging in the hall--
I see a little cloud all pink and grey--
Perhaps the rector's mother will not call--
I fancy that I heard from Mr. Gall
That mushrooms could be cooked another way--
I never read the works of Juvenal--
I think I will not hang myself to-day.

The world will have another washing-day;
The decadents decay; the pedants pall;
And H.G. Wells has found that children play,
And Bernard Shaw discovered that they squall,
Rationalists are growing rational--
And through thick woods one finds a stream astray
So secret that the very sky seems small--
I think I will not hang myself to-day.

Envoi

Prince, I can hear the trumpet of Germinal,
The tumbrils toiling up the terrible way;
Even to-day your royal head may fall,
I think I will not hang myself to-day.

Gilbert Keith Chesterton
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The Lady Poverty

The Lady Poverty was fair:
But she has lost her looks of late,
With change of times and change of air.
Ah slattern! she neglects her hair,
Her gown, her shoes; she keeps no state
As once when her pure feet were bare.

Or—almost worse, if worse can be—
She scolds in parlours, dusts and trims,
Watches and counts. O is this she
Whom Francis met, whose step was free,
Who with Obedience carolled hymns,
In Umbria walked with Chastity?

Where is her ladyhood? Not here,
Not among modern kinds of men;
But in the stony fields, where clear
Through the thin trees the skies appear,
In delicate spare soil and fen,
And slender landscape and austere

Alice Meynell
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i had countless cups of tea to keep myself awake when reading countless pages i am supposed to read during the countless days of finishing the work ahead. it is impossible not to feel like you are going to get lost in the countlessness of indefinity. you get lost in the greyness; want to talk but cannot.  there are countless words to express your feelings, but none of them feels right even though you tried countlessly.  
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Contradictions bug me; I really like it when things all fall into place, when they fit, when everything is working and where it is supposed to be. The problem is, those 'things' often have a mind of their own and don't care so much about what I think.

But, what appears to me to be a frequent contradiction may in fact just mean that I'm out of sync with the rest of the world. Maybe frequent contradictions are a reality check; a challenge to look at the world a new way, to find some new fruit? A chance to grow, to learn, to become holier, wiser and more humble...

St. Ignatius of Loyola
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Friendship is like music; adds beauty to life...
It's good to have lots of music.
Welcome back...

Emmenez-moi au bout de la terre
Emmenez-moi au pays des merveilles
Il me semble que la misère
Serait moins pénible au soleil


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