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  • #31
    He's a special writer, Charles Frazier...Part of my inspiration for starting Memorable Passages on TeakDoor more than 3 years ago...

    His Cold Mountain book on the US Civil War is a riveting perspective that was made into a TV series...

    Thanks again for your positive comments...

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    • #32
      "Bear claimed there were old men and women he knew as a child who practiced a deep form of winter sleep and could den up nearly as long as bear or groundhog in a state of consciousness more akin to death than anything else.

      Those old ones would not eat or drink or dream or even rise from slumber to piss for nearly three months.

      But now the exact art of it was lost, like knapping flint into knife blades sharp enough to shave the hair on your arms."

      Charles Frazier, Thirteen Moons

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      • #33
        The Hollow Men



        A penny for the Old Guy


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        • #34
          Thai Saying

          สีซอให้ควายฟัง (see sor hai kwai fang)

          Translation:

          "To play the violin for the buffalo to listen to."

          Meaning: Talking to a brick wall. (The person you are speaking to does not listen.)

          Not easy to find translations for Thai literature...Managed to get at least one version of a poem up on The Buffalo Board, in the past...

          Always liked the buffalo; however, the majestic image of the North American version "stamping steam" on a dark winter morning comes to mind...

          And I like the image of this single line...

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          • #35
            Liu Xiaobo - Nobel Lecture (an excerpt)

            If I may be permitted to say so, the most fortunate experience of these past twenty years has been the selfless love I have received from my wife, Liu Xia. She could not be present as an observer in court today, but I still want to say to you, my dear, that I firmly believe your love for me will remain the same as it has always been.

            Throughout all these years that I have lived without freedom, our love was full of bitterness imposed by outside circumstances, but as I savor its aftertaste, it remains boundless. I am serving my sentence in a tangible prison, while you wait in the intangible prison of the heart.

            Your love is the sunlight that leaps over high walls and penetrates the iron bars of my prison window, stroking every inch of my skin, warming every cell of my body, allowing me to always keep peace, openness, and brightness in my heart, and filling every minute of my time in prison with meaning.

            My love for you, on the other hand, is so full of remorse and regret that it at times makes me stagger under its weight.

            I am an insensate stone in the wilderness, whipped by fierce wind and torrential rain, so cold that no one dares touch me.

            But my love is solid and sharp, capable of piercing through any obstacle. Even if I were crushed into powder, I would still use my ashes to embrace you.

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            • #36
              Originally posted by BaitongBoy View Post
              If I may be permitted to say so, the most fortunate experience of these past twenty years has been the selfless love I have received from my wife, Liu Xia. She could not be present as an observer in court today, but I still want to say to you, my dear, that I firmly believe your love for me will remain the same as it has always been.

              Throughout all these years that I have lived without freedom, our love was full of bitterness imposed by outside circumstances, but as I savor its aftertaste, it remains boundless. I am serving my sentence in a tangible prison, while you wait in the intangible prison of the heart.

              Your love is the sunlight that leaps over high walls and penetrates the iron bars of my prison window, stroking every inch of my skin, warming every cell of my body, allowing me to always keep peace, openness, and brightness in my heart, and filling every minute of my time in prison with meaning.

              My love for you, on the other hand, is so full of remorse and regret that it at times makes me stagger under its weight.

              I am an insensate stone in the wilderness, whipped by fierce wind and torrential rain, so cold that no one dares touch me.

              But my love is solid and sharp, capable of piercing through any obstacle. Even if I were crushed into powder, I would still use my ashes to embrace you.
              Full Lecture here :

              http://thailandchatter.com/showthrea...-Nobel-Lecture
              http://thailandchatter.com/showthrea...ll=1#post45112

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              • #37
                And Frankie kicked a mine the day that mankind kicked the moon

                God help me - he was goin' home in June

                John Schumann
                http://thailandchatter.com/showthrea...ll=1#post45112

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                • #38
                  "No one who is young is ever going to be old."

                  "War [is] a reversal of the rules where a man is permitted to kill all the humans he can."

                  Quotes from 'East of Eden" by John Steinbeck.

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                  • #39
                    Cheers, guys...And Mid, I "borrowed" that moving section from your initial thread on Liu Xiaobo's Nobel speech...

                    RIP to a very courageous man...

                    Dec 28, 1955 - July 13, 2017...

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                    • #40
                      If music be the food of love, play on;
                      Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
                      The appetite may sicken, and so die.

                      - Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

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                      • #41
                        ― William Shakespeare, Sonnet 116

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                        • #42
                          William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury

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                          • #43
                            Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space

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                            • #44
                              Michel Foucault, Madness and Civilization: A History of Insanity in the Age of Reason

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                              • #45
                                For Once, Then, Something

                                Others taunt me with having knelt at well-curbs
                                Always wrong to the light, so never seeing
                                Deeper down in the well than where the water
                                Gives me back in a shining surface picture
                                Me myself in the summer heaven godlike
                                Looking out of a wreath of fern and cloud puffs.
                                Once, when trying with chin against a well-curb,
                                I discerned, as I thought, beyond the picture,
                                Through the picture, a something white, uncertain,
                                Something more of the depths--and then I lost it.
                                Water came to rebuke the too clear water.
                                One drop fell from a fern, and lo, a ripple
                                Shook whatever it was lay there at bottom,
                                Blurred it, blotted it out. What was that whiteness?
                                Truth? A pebble of quartz? For once, then, something.


                                - Robert Frost
                                Last edited by BaitongBoy; 07-20-2017, 08:01 AM.

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