Category Archives: BROKEN AND SOME OF THEM CAN'T BE MENDED

I bet on a race horse that bore your name it stumbled at the clubhouse turn just like I did through your life © Terrell Adsit (now Neuage) 1971 New Orleans

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“Proper handling of a horse like this is no simple matter. He was trained to race, from birth. Not only to race, but to be the best. Once a champion, he was spoiled with attention and permissive handling. Add to that, he’s an ungelded male, with a strong natural mating drive. It all adds up to a horse with a mile-wide streak of arrogance, bloody bored out of his mind. Without proper exercise and opportunities to mate, all that aggressive energy festers. He becomes moody, intractable, withdrawn, destructive.”

Ashworth raised an eyebrow at Bellamy. “Is it just me, or is this conversation becoming uncomfortably personal?”

Spencer fumed. “I’m not referring to myself, you ass.”

― Tessa Dare, One Dance with a Duke

A very great vision is needed and the man who has it must follow it as the eagle seeks the deepest blue of the sky. Crazy Horse

 

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In ‘Cloud Storm’ the poet shows us ‘the cloud skin’ of ‘the oldest wedgetail in the world’ with a ‘string of men … resting on the eagles wing’, a mythological context that makes sense of the world in which people often ‘sit broken together’ and ‘darkness waits’

http://www.emsah.uq.edu.au/awsr/new_site/awbr_archive/147/Cobby.htm

If you called yourself a milk mushroom, get into the basket. Russian.

http://www.pskovgo.narod.ru/proverbs_2.htm

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I see story: the rise of rice from the paddy,
shoots the colour of trust.  Grains of rain fall,
shaken from the rain-giver’s basket.  Rice broken

into bowls, mouths.

Broken, Rising

ANNE M. CARSON, VIC

http://www.australianpoetry.org/2012/11/26/broken-rising/

 

 

Two should stay together when crossing a ford.

Is treasa dithis a’ dol thar àn àtha na fad’ o chèile.

AUNT AND NIECE

“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.” 

― Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum LP

If you are being attacked in a dream or in person by a demon, devil, incubus, succubus, Satan, unclean spirit, unclean bird or alien, immediately cry out

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“I used to think I knew what was right and what was wrong, and who the good guys are, and who the bad guys are. Then the world got very grey, and I didn’t know anything for a long time”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Incubus Dreams

Those colourful denizens of male despair, the Bowery bum and the rail-riding hobo, have been replaced by the bag lady and the welfare mother. Women have even taken over Skid Row.

— Florence King
1936-, American Author, Critic

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Every house should have a Christ’s room. The coat which hangs in your closet belongs to the poor. If your brother comes to you hungry and you say, Go be thou filled, what kind of hospitality is that? It is no use turning people away to an agency, to the city or the state or the Catholic Charities. It is you yourself who must perform the works of mercy. Often you can only give the price of a meal, or a bed on the Bowery. Often you can only hope that it will be spent for that. Often you can literally take off a garment if it only be a scarf and warm some shivering brother. But personally, at a personal sacrifice, these were the ways Peter used to insist, to combat the growing tendency on the part of the State to take over. The great danger was the State taking over the job which our Lord Himself gave us to do, “Inasmuch as you did it unto one of the least of these my brethren, you have done it unto me.

http://www.catholicworker.org/dorothyday/daytext.cfm?TextID=155

Sometimes I wish I was a little girl again because cuts heal faster then broken hearts.

― Angel Johnson

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See-saw, Margery Daw,
Sold her bed and lay on the straw;
Sold her bed and lay upon hay
And pisky came and carried her away.
For wasn’t she a dirty slut
To sell her bed and lie in the dirt?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/See_Saw_Margery_Daw

 

 

You shall love your crooked neighbour, with your crooked heart.”

― W.H. Auden

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We have been happily borne—or perhaps have unhappily
dragged our weary way—down the long and crooked streets of
our lives, past all kinds of walls and fences made of rotting wood,
rammed earth, brick, concrete, iron railings. We have never given
a thought to what lies behind them. We have never tried to pene­trate them with our vision or our understanding.

Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, The Gulag Archipelago, 1918-1956: An Experiment in Literary Investigation V-VII

Safety doesn’t happen by accident.

http://www.quotegarden.com/teen-drivers.html

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“if the teenage kids want to carouse, that’s where they do it. They make bonfires, and drink too much and smoke dope, and grope around in one another’s clothing as if they’ve just invented it, and smash their parents cars up on the way back to town.

― Margaret Atwood

Genius is more often found in a cracked pot than in a whole one.

– E. B. White

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“I learned a long time ago that most of my family and friends had plastic hearts. Plastic hearts are made so they cannot be broken. Cracked maybe, but never broken.

― Lisa De Jong, Plastic Hearts

The mirror done broke and your life looking back at you from them sharp glass pieces.”

― Rita Leganski, The Silence of Bonaventure Arrow

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You are just now, here, neither coming nor going. Everything passes by you; your consciousness reflects it but it does not get identified. When a lion roars in front of a mirror, do you think the mirror roars? Or when the lion is gone and a child comes dancing, the mirror completely forgets about the lion and starts dancing with the child–do you think the mirror dances with the child? The mirror does nothing, it simply reflects. Your consciousness is only a mirror. Neither do you come, nor do you go. Things come and go. You become young, you become old; you are alive, you are dead. All these states are simply reflections in an eternal pool of consciousness.

-Osho [Chandra Mohan Jain]


Osho Live Zen, Volume 2, Chapter 16

Police arrested two kids yesterday, one was drinking battery acid, the other was eating fireworks. They charged one and let the other one off.

Tommy Cooper

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“A dusty thudding in his head made the scene before him beat like a pulse. His mouth had been used as a latrine by some small creature of the night, and then as its mausoleum. During the night, too, he’d somehow been on a cross-country run and then been expertly beaten up by secret police. He felt bad.”

― Kingsley Amis, Lucky Jim

“There’s not really such thing as ‘good’ or ‘bad’ people, there’s just like…humanity. And it gets broken sometimes.”

― Isaac Marion, The New Hunger.

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“Maybe sadness was a kind of hunger, she thought. Maybe the two went together.”

― Margaret Atwood, The Year of the Flood

Love and compassion are necessities, not luxuries. Without them, humanity cannot survive.

– Buddha

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“Though we are incomplete, God loves us completely. Though we are imperfect, He loves us perfectly. Though we may feel lost and without compass, God’s love encompasses us completely. … He loves every one of us, even those who are flawed, rejected, awkward, sorrowful, or broken.”
― Dieter F. Uchtdorf

And everywhere girls, tumbling from trees like orange blossoms and hitting the earth with sickening thuds. They crack open.

― Lauren DeStefano, Withers.

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“A dead hydrangea is as intricate and lovely as one in bloom. Bleak sky is as seductive as sunshine, miniature orange trees without blossom or fruit are not defective; they are that.”

― Toni Morrison, Tar Baby

But he won’t let the pain blot out the humour no more’n he’ll let the humour blot out the pain.

― Ken Kesey, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest

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“What the Chronics are – or most of us – are machines with flaws inside that can’t be repaired, flaws born in, or flaws beat in over so many years of the guy running head-on into solid things that by the time the hospital found him he was bleeding rust in some vacant lot. ”

― Ken Kesey, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest

Youth ends when egotism does; maturity begins when one lives for others.

― Hermann Hesse, Gertrude

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Ten Grey hairs and a silver one

I discovered my first grey hair
when I was Seventeen years old
It had to do with breaking up my first relationship

I discovered my second grey hair
when I was Twenty years old
It had to do with the quarrels at home

I discovered my third grey hair
when I was Twenty-one years old
It had to do with searching for work

I discovered my fourth grey hair
when I was Twenty-three years old
It had to do with losing my job

I discovered my fifth grey hair
when I was Twenty-five years old
It had to do with giving up my unborn child

I discovered my sixth grey hair
When I was Twenty-eight years old
It had to do with opening my pub

I discovered my seventh grey hair
When I was thirty years old
It had to do with giving birth to my daughter

I discovered my eighth grey hair
When I was thirty –two years old
It had to do with the first day at the kinder garden school

I discovered my ninth grey hair
When I was thirty-four years old
It had to do with  finding out that some thing was missing

I discovered my tenth grey hair
When I was thirty-five years old
It had to do with the fights between my sisters and mum

My one Silver hair I discovered lately
Has to do with you
Because I miss you so hard …

Pascale Ost

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ten-grey-hairs-and-a-silver-one/

Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass. ― Anton Chekhov

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PROCRASTINATION POLITICS

‘PROCRASTINATION’ is an art, a trade, a goal, a calling.
Not a pit of failure into which the world is falling.
This year, we should declare, a year of celebration,
For that once decried achievement, and that’s ‘PROCRASTINATION’.

Everyone has practised it from childhood to old age,
Some have done it quietly. Some reached centre stage.
It’s been written into history as a reputation earned  —
You remember Nero? He fiddled, while Rome burned.

It that’s not ‘PROCRASTINATION’, then I don’t know what is.
Nero’s ‘fiddling’ made him a ‘PROCRASTINATION’ whiz.
He should have been revered for this. Was this true? I doubt it.
He committed suicide, but he took his time about it.

BLUE  –  the shearer             (copyright  col wilson)

 

http://www.tastecanowindra.com.au/home/blue-the-shearers-poem

you fix what you can fix and you let the rest go. If there ain’t nothin to be done about it it ain’t even a problem. It’s just a aggravation.

― Cormac McCarthy, No Country for Old Men

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“Some things just can’t be put back together. Some things can never be fixed. Two broken pieces can’t make a lot of anything anymore. But at least he had the broken pieces.”
― Jamie Ford

He felt empty, broken, defeated.

Pamela Clare, Breaking Point

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“Remember who you are. When you encounter things you think you can’t deal with, remember all the things you have dealt with before. Remember all your triumphs and all the times you overcame defeat. Remember who you are and use that strength to raise your head high, win or lose”

Gamal Hennessy

The secret was a hole in the middle of me that every happy thing fell into.”

― Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

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“It’s just that…I just think that some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic. It’s the universe’s way of providing contrast, you know? There have to be a few holes in the road. It’s how life is.”

Sarah Dessen, The Truth About Forever

“In the beginning there was nothing. God said, ‘Let there be light!’ And there was light. There was still nothing, but you could see it a whole lot better. ” Ellen DeGeneres

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“When things break, it’s not the actual breaking that prevents them from getting back together again. It’s because a little piece gets lost – the two remaining ends couldn’t fit together even if they wanted to. The whole shape has changed.”

John Green Will Grayson

“But I’ve swallowed my pride before, that’s for sure. I’m practically lined with my mistakes on the inside like a bad-wallpapered bathroom.” Barbara Kingsolver, The Poisonwood Bible

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“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.”

Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum LP

"The tongue breaketh bone though itself have none." (French).

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A greengrocer and a potter hired a camel together and each hung a pannier on its side filled with his goods. As they proceeded on their way the camel occasionally helped itself to vegetables from the greengrocer’s pannier, which caused the potter to laugh at his companion. After a time they paused to rest and the camel in seating itself naturally leaned to the heavier side, which was the side on which was the pannier of pots, break ing all the vessels.

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