Category Archives: STEP 6

No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings. — William Blake

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Anonymous, autonomous
Will likely get the best of us yet
Before you disappear
If you can lend me half an ear Ill regret

If I treat you like a number
Its because I cant remember your name
So have another cigarette
And help me to forget what I came

You run too fast, fly too high
Run too fast and fly too high

On dark and lonely nights Im only
Right when things are bright on the floor
Dancing and romancing
Gallivanting with a handsome I score

And if you dont believe me, you should
See me when Im ready to roar
Cause Ill lose my concentration
With a new infatuation, Im sure

You run too fast, fly too high
You run too fast, fly too high
We got no past, no goodbye
You run to fast and you fly too high

Would you believe
I was once gonna be somebody? Yeah
I packed up my bags and I
Took what I had to the city, yeah yeah

Man, I was rough
To find the best I could be
Waiting for the limit
On a color TV

Now Ive made it this far
Got a room on the park and a view
And you
Fly too high

You run too fast, fly too high
Run too fast, fly too high
We got no past, no goodbye
Run to fast and you fly too

Hanging around on the infield, what do you steal
But another feel at the top?
Making believe in the long run, when a shotgun
Is the way to get out of the shop

Hang tail in a new jail, you can go bail
You can dance until you drop
Cause theres no fool like an old fool in a new school
You just cant stop

You run too fast, fly too high
Run too fast, fly too high
Got no past, no goodbye
Run to fast and you fly too

Songwriters
IAN, JANIS/MORODER, GIORGIO

Read more: Janis Ian – Fly Too High Lyrics | MetroLyrics

“Wisdom cannot be stolen – it can only be shared.” ― Jefferson Smith, Strange Places

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The man who is admired for the ingenuity of his larceny is almost always rediscovering some earlier form of fraud. The basic forms are all known, have all been practicised. The manners of capitalism improve. The morals may not.

John Kenneth Galbraith (b. 1908)

“I don’t need a cloak to become invisible.” ― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone

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no veil of false excuses, or artful cloaking and colouring of our faults, will disguise from us our true state, if only we never neglect to consult this mirror in sincerity and with earnest prayer.

Fowl gwine fat im begin fram him toe __ Adult behaviours begin in childhood

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A feast uncovers a European’s wooden leg. N.B. —

Didime is a feast of course followed by a ” big drink,” which — “in vino Veritas” — makes people forget self-respect, and exposes defects which are usually concealed.

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“The bitterest of woes Is to remember in our wretchedness Old happy times . Francesca da Rimini

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Search for beauty without features, something deeper than any signs.

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“Her appetite for lust became so flagrant
That she made lewdness licit with her laws
To free her from the blame her vice incurred.

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“O misery,
How many the sweet thoughts, how much yearning
Has led these two to this heartbroken pass!”

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The chains of addiction are too light to be felt until they are too strong to be broken.

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The Wilderness

for Peter Barden

Penury in Sydney had grown stale
And, at twenty-two, my childhood was in danger
So I preceded you, in all but spirit,
To the far-back country
Where the tar roads end.

In the silent lands
Time broadens into space.
Approaching Port Augusta, going on,
Iron-brown and limitless, the plains
Were before me all day. Burnt mountains fell behind
In the glittering sky.

At dawn, the sun would roll up from his lair
In the kiln-dry lake country, fire his heat straight through
The blind grey scrub, awaken me beside wheeltracks
And someone’s car, and I would travel on.

At noon, far out in a mirage, I would brew
Tea with strangers, yarn about jobs in the North
And, chewing quietly, watch maybe an upstart
Dust-devil forming miles off, going high
To totter, darken
And, quite suddenly, vanish
Leaving a formless, thinning stain in the heavens.

Where the spirits of sea-cliffs
Hovered on the plain
I would remember routines we had invented
For putting spine into shapeless days: the time
We passed at a crouching trot down Wynyard Concourse
Tell each other in loud mock-Arunta and gestures
What game we were tracking down what haunted gorge . . .
Frivolous games
But they sustained me like water,

They, and the is-ful ah!-nesses of things.

http://www.lesmurray.org/uncollected_twc.htm#rttw

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Euroa Advertiser (Vic. : 1884 – 1920), Friday 20 February 1885,

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The chains of addiction are too light to be felt until they are too strong to be broken. SWAHILI.

http://swahiliproverbs.afrst.illinois.edu/love.html

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Spectacles on the nose! (pay attention).

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With curious art the brain, too finely wrought.

Preys on herself, and is destroyed by  thought.

And he was so proud that should he meet
The Twelve Apostles in the street,
He’d turn his nose up at them all,
And shove his Saviour from the wall.

up through the thin and fractured membrane of our bubble the looking-glass searching space

http://www.davidhallett.com/david-hallett-poem-the-bubble.html

The Bubble

every night
the coal-fired city glistens
it hums and fumes,
market shelves bristle
whiplash cracks of stilettos echo along arcades
takeaway espressos are texting Bali at the ATM feedlot,
everyone queues
queueing for peakhour, queueing for home;
in the happy hour
(waiting to be happy)
herds of bachelors prowl under mirror-balls
with schooner shaped hands pulsing,
slow motion cars crash on a multi-screen comedy show
million dollar footballs are kicked around arenas
drunken heads are kicked into concrete
drunk women are pulled into fast cars;
they’re only taking potshots out in the western sprawl
the odd stray bullet of gangland tit-for-tat
scaring the pigeons –
we deadlock against the headlines:
crisis shambles scandal chaos
surfing channels
nature is a TV doco
climate change is a prank phone call –
boats keep coming
gate-crashing the party
shocking the shock-jocks of 24/7 puppetry;
we read each other like barcodes
like molten icebergs
like sprinklers sprucing desert parklands,
we are a fire sale on fire,
electric billboards howl
you want it! now!
while a roll-call of extinction reads:
tigers, koalas, polar bears, frogs, bees,
we are failing at chemistry, at biology physics history
we are at war with religion
we are winning at scrabble, at Facebook
at the technobabble of apps and acronyms…
up through the thin and fractured membrane of our bubble
the looking-glass searching space
for a drop of water, a skerrick of life –
nothing, nowhere to conquer
to mine, to drain, to suck the gas,
just this solitary sphere, a breath of life,
this tiny troubled tired and wasting bubble.

David Hallett

 

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“This explosive psychological ‘sneaking’ occurs when a woman suppresses large parts of self into the shadows of the psyche. In the view of analytical psychology, the repression of both negative and positive instincts, urges, and feelings into the unconscious causes them to inhabit a shadow realm. While the ego and superego attempt to continue to censor the shadow impulses, the very pressure that repression causes is rather like a bubble in the sidewall of a tire. Eventually, as the tire revolves and heats up, the pressure behind the bubble intensifies, causing it to explode outward, releasing all the inner content. 

The shadow acts similarly.  We find that by opening the door to the shadow realm a little, and letting out various elements a few at a time, relating to them, finding use for them, negotiating, we can reduce being surprised by shadow sneak attacks and unexpected explosions.” 

― Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Women Who Run With the Wolves: Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype

Poverty is in want of much, avarice of everything.

http://masterrussian.com/proverbs/russian_proverbs.htm

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La rabia de la tamalera: que otra se le ponga enfrente
What makes the tamal-vendor fly into a rage? Another tamal-vendor setting up shop in front of her?
We need our space.

http://www.spanish-learning-corner.com/mexican-proverbs.html

He who would enjoy the fruit must not spoil the blossom.

http://www.smo.uhi.ac.uk/gaidhlig/corpus/seanfhaclan/MacDonald.html

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“It is hard work to control the workings of inclination and turn the bent of nature; but that it may be done, I know from experience. God has given us, in a measure, the power to make our own fate: and when our energies seem to demand a sustenance they cannot get–when our will strains after a path we may not follow–we need neither starve from inanition, not stand still in despair: we have but to seek another nourishment for the mind, as strong as the forbidden fruit it longed to taste–and perhaps purer; and to hew out for the adventurous foot a road as direct and broad as the one Fortune has blocked up against us, if rougher than it.”

― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

 

 

Full of old cockatoos who used to be rich and aren’t any longer, but they cling to yesterday tooth and nail, preferring to live on bread and sardines rather than sell what little they have left of their faded glory.”

― María Dueñas, The Time in Between

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Home life is no more natural to us than a cage is natural to a cockatoo.

George Bernard Shaw

How long can I listen to the lies of prejudice? How long can I stay drunk on fear out in the wilderness? Can I cast it aside, all this loyalty and this pride? Will I ever learn that there’ll be no peace, that the war won’t cease, until He returns?”

― Bob Dylan, Lyrics: 1962-2001

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In a certain way we are all the same. Our defects and our qualities are what make us different from one another, and the prejudices and preconceptions are what distance us from the perception of this obvious and undeniable reality.

Jean-Paul Malfatti.

Once again, you show all the sensitivity of a blunt axe.”

― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

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I hated having to wake up in the middle of the night to walk to my bathroom – where suddenly there was a six-foot-seven-inch, headless figure with a sword and a horse!
Johnny Depp

Only the debris of wreckage, and not much of that, was left behind by the sharks who fed on tragedy: the fishermen, too, mourned the death of a living child.”

― William Trevor, The Story of Lucy Gault

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“A boxer is like a lion, the greatest predator on land. But you throw him in the shark tank and he’s just another meal.” Renzo Gracie

Whenever I dwell for any length of time on my own shortcomings, they gradually begin to seem mild, harmless, rather engaging little things, not at all like the staring defects in other people’s characters.”

― Margaret Halsey

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There’s nothing like rejection to make you do an inventory of yourself.

James Lee Burke

As my mother once said: The boys throw stones at the frog in jest. But the frogs die in earnest.”

― Joanna Russ, The Female Man

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“If you have to eat a frog, don’t spend a lot of time looking at it. If you have to eat more than one, eat the big one first.”

 

http://michelesworld.net/dmm2/frog/sayings.htm

Reality has teeth and claws. It’s rarely pretty and never fair. Haven’t you figured that out yet?”

― Kaitlin Bevis, Persephone

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“Slowly, desolately, the fist of what we’d done unclenched the clawed palm of what we’d become.”
― Gregory David Roberts, Shantaram