virginia woolf - mrs. dalloway

Quiet descended on her, calm, content, as her needle, drawing the silk smoothly to its gentle pause, collected the green folds together and attached them, very lightly, to the belt. So on a summer’s day waves collect, overbalance, and fall; collect and fall; and the whole world seems to be saying “that is all” more and more ponderously, until even the heart in the body which lies in the sun on the beach says too, That is all. Fear no more, says the heart. Fear no more, says the heart, committing its burden to some sea, which sighs collectively for all sorrows, and renews, begins, collects, lets fall. And the body alone listens to the passing bee; the wave breaking; the dog barking, far away barking and barking.

He was a prey to revelations at that time. This one - that she would marry Dalloway - was blinding - overwhelming at the moment. There was a sort of - how could he put it? - a sort of ease in her manner to him; something maternal; something gentle. They were talking about politics. All through dinner he tried to hear what they were saying.

He took the paper. Surrey was all out, he read. There was a heat wave. Rezia repeated: Surrey was all out. There was a heat wave, making it part of the game she was playing with Mrs. Filmer’s grandchild, both of them laughing, chattering at the same time, at their game. He was very tired. He was very happy. He would sleep. He shut his eyes. But directly he saw nothing the sounds of the game became fainter and stranger and sounded like the cries of people seeking and not finding, and passing further and further away. They had lost him!

He started up in terror. What did he see? The plate of bananas on the sideboard. Nobody was there (Rezia had taken the child to it mother. It was bedtime). That was it: to be alone forever. That was the doom pronounced in Milan when he came into the room and saw them cutting out buckram shapes with their scissors; to be alone forever. 

He was alone with the sideboard and the bananas. He was alone, exposed on this bleak eminence, stretched out - but not on a hill-top; not on a crag; on Mrs. Filmer’s sitting-room sofa. As for the visions, the faces, the voices of the dead, where were they? There was a screen in front of him, with black bulrushes and blue swallows. Where he had once seen mountains, where he had seen faces, where he had seen beauty, there was a screen.  

days of heaven

LINDA: “Me and my brother, it just used to be me and my brother.
We used to do things together.
We used to have fun.
We used to roam the streets.
There was people suffering of pain and hunger.
Some people, their tongues were hanging out of their mouth.
He used to juggle apples.
He was—he used to amuse us.
He used to entertain us.”

…

“In fact, all three of us been going places.
Looking for things, searching for things.
Going on adventures.
They told everybody they were brother and sister.
My brother didn’t want nobody to know.
You know how people are.
You tell them something, they start talking.”

…

“I met this guy named Ding-Dong.
He tell me the whole earth is going up in flames.
Flames will come out of here and there, and it’ll just rise up.
The mountains are going to go up in big flames.
The water’s going to rise in flames.
There’s going to be creatures running every which way, some of them burnt, half their wings burnin.
People are going to be screaming and howling for help.
They—The people that’s been good, they’re going to go to heaven and escape all that fire.
But if you’ve been bad, God don’t even hear you. He don’t even hear you talking.”

…

“This farmer, he didn’t know when he first saw her,
or what it was about her that caught his eye.
Maybe it was the way the wind blew through her hair.”

…

“He knew he was gonna die.
He knew there was nothing there could be done.
You’re only live on this earth once.
And up to my opinion, as long as you’re around, you should have it nice.”

…

“From the time the sun went up, till it went down, they were working all the time,
non-stop. Just keep going.
You didn’t work, they’d ship you right out of there.
They don’t need you. They can always get somebody else.”

…

“This farmer, he had a big spread, and a lot of money.
Whoever was sitting in the chair when he came around,
why they’d stand up and give it to him.
Wasn’t no harm in him.
You’d give him a flower, he’d keep it forever.
He was headin’ for the boneyard any minute,
but he wasn’t really going around squawking about it, like some people.
In one way I felt sorry for him,
‘cause he had nobody to stand out for him, be by his side,
hold his hand when he needs attention or something.
That’s touching.”

…

“He was tired of living like the rest of them,
nosin’ around like a pig in the gutter.
He wasn’t in the mood no more.
He figured there must be something wrong with him,
the way they always got no luck, and they ought to get it straightened out.
He figured some people need more than they got,
other people got more than they need.
Just a matter of getting us all together.”

…

“I’ve been thinking what to do with my future.
I could be a mud doctor,
checking out the Earth, underneath.”

…

“We’ve never been this rich, all right?
I mean, we were just all of a sudden, living like kings.
Just nothing to do all day but crack jokes and lay around.
We didn’t have to work.
I’m telling you, the rich got it figured out.”

…

“I got to like this farm.
Do anything I want. Roll in the fields.
Talk to the wheat patches.
When I was sleeping, they’d talk to me.
They’d go in my dreams.”

…

“Nobody sent us letters. We didn’t receive no cards.
Sometimes I feel very old, like my whole life is over.
Like I’m not around no more.”

…

“Instead of getting sicker, he just stayed the same.
He didn’t get sicker. He didn’t get better.
They were kind-hearted and thought, he was going out on his own steam.
The doc must’ve come over, or someone gave him something.
Probably some kind of medicine or something.
I could have just took it and put it in a ditch.
Like they do to a horse. They shoot him right away.”

…

“Just as things were about to blow, this flying circus came in
After six months on this sweet patch, I needed a breath of fresh air.
They was screaming and yelling and bopping each other.
He, the big one, pushed the little one and said come on, I started, you start.
The little one just started in.
If they couldn’t think of a good one to come back with, they’d start fighting.
The little one said, no, I didn’t do this.
The big one said, yes, you did do this.
You couldn’t sort it out.
The devil’s just sitting there laughing.
He’s glad when people does bad.
Then he sends them to the snake house.
He’s just sits there and laughs and watch
while you’re sitting there all tied up with snakes and eating your eyes out.
They go down your throat and eat all your systems out.

“I think the devil was on the farm.”

…

“He’d seen how it all was.
She loves the farmer.

“He taught me keys on the pianos and notes.
He taught me about the parts of our globe.”

…

“Nobody’s perfect.
There was never a perfect person around.
You just got half devil and half angel in you.
She promised herself she’d lead a good life from now on.
She blamed it all on herself.
She didn’t care if she was happy or not.
She just wanted to make up for what she did wrong.
The sun looks ghostly when there’s a mist on a river and everything’s quiet.
I never knowed it before.
And you could see people on the shore,
but they was far off and you couldn’t see what they were doing.
They were probably … calling for help or something,
or they were trying to bury somebody or something.
We seen trees that the leaves are shaking,
and it looks like shadows of guys coming at you and stuff.
We heard owls squawking away, moving away.
We didn’t know where we were going, what we were going to do.
I’ve never been on a boat before. That was the first time.

“Some sights that I saw was really spooky that it gave me goosepimples.
That felt like cold hands touching the back of my neck, and—
and it could have been the dead coming for me or something.
I remember this guy, his name was … Blackjack. He died.
He only had one leg, and he died.
And I think that was Blackjack making those noises.”

…

“This girl, she didn’t know where she was goin’ or what she was gonna do.
She didn’t have no money on her.
Maybe she’d meet up with a character.
I was hoping things would work out for her.
She was a good friend of mine.”

edna st. vincent millay - i, being born a woman and distressed

I, being born a woman and distressed 
By all the needs and notions of my kind,
Am urged by your propinquity to find
Your person fair, and feel a certain zest
To bear your body’s weight upon my breast:
So subtly is the fume of life designed,
To clarify the pulse and cloud the mind,
And leave me once again undone, possessed.
Think not for this, however, the poor treason
Of my stout blood against my staggering brain,
I shall remember you with love, or season
My scorn wtih pity, — let me make it plain:
I find this frenzy insufficient reason
For conversation when we meet again. 

matthew dear - slowdance

Here we go rouse
Locked in the basement
I can predict myself, running through time
Jump in the way
Help me displace it
I can’t begin to tell you that everything’s fine

Someone has taken me into the fire and rain
It’s like a potion, unleashes fever
It’s so strange

It’s a precious head wrapped up and bound for Ghana
I can’t be the one to tell you everything’s wrong
It’s like every bee sting, tries to make my ears ring
Let them wash your face, man
And sing you your songs

henry james - daisy miller

He could hardly have said why, but she seemed to him a girl who would never be jealous. At the risk of exciting a somewhat derisive smile on the reader’s part, I may affirm that with regard to the women who had hitherto interested him it very often seemed to Winterbourne among the possibilities that, given certain contingencies, he should be afraid - literally afraid - of these ladies. He had a pleasant sense that he should never be afraid of Daisy Miller. It must be added that this sentiment was not altogether flattering to Daisy; it was part of his conviction, or rather of his apprehension, that she would prove a very light young person.

jam

HIM: Susie and a thin man found me in the park. I was walking slowly round the pond, making the bones in my nose tickle by hooting. Susie said my mother had tipped her off, after hearing my voice while throwing stones at the ducks. I had been there a day and a half. “It’s because of my job,” I explained, “batch testing New Age CD’s.” “But Hal said he didn’t hire you in the end,” she said. “That would explain why he hasn’t paid me.” The thin man with Susie coughed up a small laugh, and spat it onto the ground. “You’d better come to dinner on Saturday,” Susie said. “Clive will be there too.” She squeezed the man’s arm. “Clive is the suicide journalist.” He was ghostly pale, with black hair and a sad wit in his eyes. I’d say he looked like John Cusack, if I could remember who the hell John Cusack was. As he gazed moodily at the pond, Susie explained that Clive had announced in his weekly column that he had six months to live. On April the fifteenth, he would be committing suicide, and until then he would write about how it felt to be staring death in the face. Clive took aout a notebook and muttered something about the blackness of a moorhen. “Do you know what month it is now?” she asked. I thought it might be Martober. Susie dabbed a damp eye, and said that the suicide column was the saddest, funniest, most tragic and uplifting thing she’d ever read. “He has just twelve weeks to go.” I looked across the pond and started honking again. Susie turned to collect Clive, who was puffing on three cigarettes and smirking at his notes. “Eight or late with a good excuse,” she crooned, and popped a sweet in my mouth. 

I arrived well after dark. A smart woman opened the door. “I couldn’t afford a bottle of wine,” I said, “so I’ve drawn one on a piece of cardboard.” I had prepared for the party by eating half a jar of instant coffee I’d found in the bins at Sainsbury’s. She took my cardboard and said “That’s brilliant. Could I use you in a programme?” When I asked her what sort of programme, she said “I could make a whole series about the things people bring to parties.” “What do you do?” I said, thinking of the window at Dixon’s. “My name’ s Hosanna Bell. I work in the warm arts.” We stepped past Susie’s yachting gear and into the dining room. Seven people sat noisily round a large bowl of oysters, but Susie wasn’t a single one of them. I thought I was at the wrong party, until they explained that the whole point was to be late, but with a good excuse. “Why are YOU late?” they asked. I said I’d had no money for a bottle of wine, and the homeless bloke at the tube station who normally subs me a couple of quid because he says I look worse off than his dog was being mugged when I asked him this time and hadn’t given me a penny, and then I’d got lost whether Susie’s house was directly opposite some trees, or directly opposite no trees at all. Several conversations had started by the time I got to that bit. Susie arrived to great squeals and kisses. She announced that she had spent the last three hours in bestial congress with a junior cabinet minister. Gobs hung open, because everyone had thought he was gay, and several of them also knew that he was her half-brother. She wore a grin as big as a harbour. “Do you think Clive is still coming?” said a sincere man in glasses, and the talk turned at once to his column. Hosanna Bell said she had seen more truth in Clive’s writing than the entire works of any writer she could think of. A woman called Emma agreed. “I’m still reeling. I don’t know whether to weep, laugh, throw up or hug everybody.” “That’s just your protein rush,” observed a man called Paddy, pointing to the seventeen shells on her plate. Emma touched his leg. Paddy was Clive’s editor, and was busy milking the table by mildly deprecating the praise for Clive’s column, so people doubled it in protest. He was just declaring that the columns would have to be polished up for the book, when swearing in the hall announced the arrival of Clive. 

He looked a bit drunk, and seemed small with his coat off. He said he was sorry he was late, but actually he didn’t give a fuck. Everyone laughed, except Paddy. Susie said “This brilliant man has asked me if you would all take it easy on the suicide questions tonight,” and helped him liberally to bivalves. We nodded, of course, and I asked him if he thought oysters could commit suicide. Susie glared at me. I said I was just wondering if an oyster could make a decision like that, and if so, how it would die, because it couldn’t really hang itself. “Are you being weird, or sarcastic?” said Emma. I didn’t know, because I get the two feelings mixed up. She called me a plankton, and started telling Clive about the time she had cut her wrists. “Look at my scars,” she said. “They are beautiful, but not as beautiful as your columns.” For some reason, Clive looked at me as he said “Only the very ugly is truly beautiful. And if the printed word has any meaning, then it must come from the very edge of fuckybumbooboo.” There were titters. Paddy muttered something about Clive alienating his fans, but was cut off by Emma. “No, Clive has every right to be drunk. You are in masses of pain, Clive. You are doing it for us.” “Yes,” agreed Hosanna. Clive asked her what the hell she knew. “In the warm arts, we’re strong on people power,” she said, “and what you have done in volunteering to take your own life is illuminate with poignant resonance the self destructor in all of us.” There was a ripple of applause. Clive, who had been sousing his oysters in vodka and setting them alight before hurling them down his throat, now added a cigarette to the turmoil, and belched the word “bollocks.” Paddy banged the table, and started telling Clive that if all he could do was get pissed and shove drugs up his bum for the last twelve columns, he would lose all his priceless empathy. “This is the finest copy I’ve ever commisioned,” he said, “and I’m not having it ruined by some jumped-up little floozy going all diddums.” A man called Stitt said that Paddy was threatening the purity of Clive’s columns. “If he uses the bottle, then that should come through in his work.” “But he’ll end up writing about you lot!” said Paddy. Suddenly all the guests were telling Clive about the time they’d nearly topped themselves. Hosanna Bell described how she’d been suicidal for six months after giving birth, until she’d decided to sue her baby for what it had done to her figure. Clive was insulting everyone and writing notes on his cuffs. “Losers! Crap attempt!” he shouted. “I want something that actually works.” Someone said hosepipes work. Clive knew a bloke in a garden centre in Maidstone who actually cuts them to length for your particular car. He said the people carrier length hose was the most popular. “Wow,” said Hosanna Bell, now also scribbling feverishly. “So then, Mr Superstar,” Paddy was saying, “what is the best way to kill yourself?” Clive said that in fact the best way he knew was to buy 200 foot nylon rope, tie one end round your neck, the other round a lamp post, and get into your car and floor the accelerator. He said that’s how his great-uncle had done it. He’d made Clive help him. He was just nine years old. And he’d had to ride in the car and stop it crashing when his uncle’s head came off. The blood had made the pedals very slippery. Clive blinked, smarting eyes. The table fell silent. “Really?” said Paddy, genuinely shocked. “Of course not, you moron!” brayed Clive, and went on to explain that we were all idiots, he could say anything and we’d lap it up, just because we thought his pain meant something, how we wouldn’t give him a second thought if he wasn’t going to kill himself, except that actually he wasn’t anyway, because the whole thing was a hoax, and he was going to say so in his column next week. Paddy erupted, and decked Clive with the oyster bowl. Then he stood over him, roaring that this was his fucking idea, Clive had agreed to do it, and he wasn’t going to wriggle out of killing himself now, not now there was a book. Clive crawled from the room. The general opinion was that Clive had just treated us to his most savage and moving cry for help yet. We had all understimated his pain. “I feel choked up now,” said Emma, “but if I read about next week, I’ll be crying for the rest of the year.” “Someone bring me a fucking fag.” Clive’s voice sounded glutinous. Susie gestured to me, as everyone else was still debating the meaning of his actions. He lay on the floor, two regurgitated oysters a tongue’s length from his leaking mouth - one of them still slightly alive. His nose seemed a better place for the cigarette. The caustic fumes revived him, and he stumbled to his feet. “I’m going out,” he said “I’m going to break into a car, and drive around drunk until I crash.” As he lunged past me into the hall, his foot snagged on a rope among Susie’s boat bags, and he fell on the sea grass. We both looked at the large coil of blue nylon. “Are you good at knots?” he said. Susie’s car keys were hanging by the front door. “You might as well use the Discovery,” I said. “She’ll be so thrilled to have a new story.” 

About an hour later, I revealed that Clive hadn’t just gone for a walk. He’d gone to divorce his head. And how I’d helped him with the keys and the knots. I needed to go to sleep, and had correctly anticipated that Paddy would punch my lights out. 

calendrier révolutionnaire français

Mois d’automne[modifier]

Vendémiaire
(22 septembre ~ 21 octobre)

1. Raisin 22 septembre
2. Safran 23 septembre
3. Châtaigne 24 septembre
4. Colchique 25 septembre
5. Cheval 26 septembre
6. Balsamine 27 septembre
7. Carotte 28 septembre
8. Amaranthe 29 septembre
9. Panais 30 septembre
10. Cuve 1^er octobre
11. Pomme de terre 2 octobre
12. Immortelle 3 octobre
13. Potiron 4 octobre
14. Réséda 5 octobre
15. Âne 6 octobre
16. Belle de nuit 7 octobre
17. Citrouille 8 octobre
18. Sarrasin 9 octobre
19. Tournesol 10 octobre
20. Pressoir 11 octobre
21. Chanvre 12 octobre
22. Pêche 13 octobre
23. Navet 14 octobre
24. Amaryllis 15 octobre
25. Bœuf 16 octobre
26. Aubergine 17 octobre
27. Piment 18 octobre
28. Tomate 19 octobre
29. Orge 20 octobre
30. Tonneau 21 octobre

Brumaire
(22 octobre ~ 20 novembre)

1. Pomme 22 octobre
2. Céleri 23 octobre
3. Poire 24 octobre
4. Betterave 25 octobre
5. Oie 26 octobre
6. Héliotrope 27 octobre
7. Figue 28 octobre
8. Scorsonère 29 octobre
9. Alisier 30 octobre
10. Charrue 31 octobre
11. Salsifis 1^er novembre
12. Mâcre 2 novembre
13. Topinambour 3 novembre
14. Endive 4 novembre
15. Dindon 5 novembre
16. Chervis 6 novembre
17. Cresson 7 novembre
18. Dentelaire 8 novembre
19. Grenade 9 novembre
20. Herse 10 novembre
21. Bacchante 11 novembre
22. Azerole 12 novembre
23. Garance 13 novembre
24. Orange 14 novembre
25. Faisan 15 novembre
26. Pistache 16 novembre
27. Macjonc 17 novembre
28. Coing 18 novembre
29. Cormier 19 novembre
30. Rouleau 20 novembre

Frimaire
(21 novembre ~ 20 décembre)

1. Raiponce 21 novembre
2. Turneps 22 novembre
3. Chicorée 23 novembre
4. Nèfle 24 novembre
5. Cochon 25 novembre
6. Mâche 26 novembre
7. Chou-fleur 27 novembre
8. Miel 28 novembre
9. Genièvre 29 novembre
10. Pioche 30 novembre
11. Cire 1^er décembre
12. Raifort 2 décembre
13. Cèdre 3 décembre
14. Sapin 4 décembre
15. Chevreuil 5 décembre
16. Ajonc 6 décembre
17. Cyprès 7 décembre
18. Lierre 8 décembre
19. Sabine 9 décembre
20. Hoyau 10 décembre
21. Érable sucré 11 décembre
22. Bruyère 12 décembre
23. Roseau 13 décembre
24. Oseille 14 décembre
25. Grillon 15 décembre
26. Pignon 16 décembre
27. Liège 17 décembre
28. Truffe 18 décembre
29. Olive 19 décembre
30. Pelle 20 décembre

Mois d’hiver[modifier]

Nivôse
(21 décembre ~ 19 janvier)

1. Tourbe 21 décembre
2. Houille 22 décembre
3. Bitume 23 décembre
4. Soufre 24 décembre
5. Chien 25 décembre
6. Lave 26 décembre
7. Terre végétale 27 décembre
8. Fumier 28 décembre
9. Salpêtre 29 décembre
10. Fléau 30 décembre
11. Granit 31 décembre
12. Argile 1^er janvier
13. Ardoise 2 janvier
14. Grès 3 janvier
15. Lapin 4 janvier
16. Silex 5 janvier
17. Marne 6 janvier
18. Pierre à chaux 7 janvier
19. Marbre 8 janvier
20. Van 9 janvier
21. Pierre à plâtre 10 janvier
22. Sel 11 janvier
23. Fer 12 janvier
24. Cuivre 13 janvier
25. Chat 14 janvier
26. Étain 15 janvier
27. Plomb 16 janvier
28. Zinc 17 janvier
29. Mercure 18 janvier
30. Crible 19 janvier

Pluviôse
(20 janvier ~ 18 février)

1. Lauréole 20 janvier
2. Mousse 21 janvier
3. Fragon 22 janvier
4. Perce-neige 23 janvier
5. Taureau 24 janvier
6. Laurier tin 25 janvier
7. Amadouvier 26 janvier
8. Mézéréon 27 janvier
9. Peuplier 28 janvier
10. Coignée 29 janvier
11. Ellébore 30 janvier
12. Brocoli 31 janvier
13. Laurier 1^er février
14. Avelinier 2 février
15. Vache 3 février
16. Buis 4 février
17. Lichen 5 février
18. If 6 février
19. Pulmonaire 7 février
20. Serpette 8 février
21. Thlaspi 9 février
22. Thimele 10 février
23. Chiendent 11 février
24. Trainasse 12 février
25. Lièvre 13 février
26. Guède 14 février
27. Noisetier 15 février
28. Cyclamen 16 février
29. Chélidoine 17 février
30. Traîneau 18 février

Ventôse
(19 février ~ 20 mars)

1. Tussilage 19 février
2. Cornouiller 20 février
3. Violier 21 février
4. Troène 22 février
5. Bouc 23 février
6. Asaret 24 février
7. Alaterne 25 février
8. Violette 26 février
9. Marceau 27 février
10. Bêche 28 février
11. Narcisse 1^er mars
12. Orme 2 mars
13. Fumeterre 3 mars
14. Vélar 4 mars
15. Chèvre 5 mars
16. Épinard 6 mars
17. Doronic 7 mars
18. Mouron 8 mars
19. Cerfeuil 9 mars
20. Cordeau 10 mars
21. Mandragore 11 mars
22. Persil 12 mars
23. Cochléaria 13 mars
24. Pâquerette 14 mars
25. Thon 15 mars
26. Pissenlit 16 mars
27. Sylvie 17 mars
28. Capillaire 18 mars
29. Frêne 19 mars
30. Plantoir 20 mars

Mois du printemps[modifier]

Germinal
(21 mars ~ 19 avril)

1. Primevère 21 mars
2. Platane 22 mars
3. Asperge 23 mars
4. Tulipe 24 mars
5. Poule 25 mars
6. Bette 26 mars
7. Bouleau 27 mars
8. Jonquille 28 mars
9. Aulne 29 mars
10. Couvoir 30 mars
11. Pervenche 31 mars
12. Charme 1^er avril
13. Morille 2 avril
14. Hêtre 3 avril
15. Abeille 4 avril
16. Laitue 5 avril
17. Mélèze 6 avril
18. Ciguë 7 avril
19. Radis 8 avril
20. Ruche 9 avril
21. Gainier 10 avril
22. Romaine 11 avril
23. Marronnier 12 avril
24. Roquette 13 avril
25. Pigeon 14 avril
26. Lilas (commun) 15 avril
27. Anémone 16 avril
28. Pensée 17 avril
29. Myrtille 18 avril
30. Greffoir 19 avril

Floréal
(20 avril ~ 19 mai)

1. Rose 20 avril
2. Chêne 21 avril
3. Fougère 22 avril
4. Aubépine 23 avril
5. Rossignol 24 avril
6. Ancolie 25 avril
7. Muguet 26 avril
8. Champignon 27 avril
9. Hyacinthe 28 avril
10. Râteau 29 avril
11. Rhubarbe 30 avril
12. Sainfoin 1^er mai
13. Bâton-d’or 2 mai
14. Chamerops 3 mai
15. Ver à soie 4 mai
16. Consoude 5 mai
17. Pimprenelle 6 mai
18. Corbeille d’or 7 mai
19. Arroche 8 mai
20. Sarcloir 9 mai
21. Statice 10 mai
22. Fritillaire 11 mai
23. Bourrache 12 mai
24. Valériane 13 mai
25. Carpe 14 mai
26. Fusain 15 mai
27. Civette 16 mai
28. Buglosse 17 mai
29. Sénevé 18 mai
30. Houlette 19 mai

Prairial
(20 mai ~ 18 juin)

1. Luzerne 20 mai
2. Hémérocalle 21 mai
3. Trèfle 22 mai
4. Angélique 23 mai
5. Canard 24 mai
6. Mélisse 25 mai
7. Fromental 26 mai
8. Martagon 27 mai
9. Serpolet 28 mai
10. Faux 29 mai
11. Fraise 30 mai
12. Bétoine 31 mai
13. Pois 1^er juin
14. Acacia 2 juin
15. Caille 3 juin
16. Œillet 4 juin
17. Sureau 5 juin
18. Pavot 6 juin
19. Tilleul 7 juin
20. Fourche 8 juin
21. Barbeau 9 juin
22. Camomille 10 juin
23. Chèvrefeuille 11 juin
24. Caille-lait 12 juin
25. Tanche 13 juin
26. Jasmin 14 juin
27. Verveine 15 juin
28. Thym 16 juin
29. Pivoine 17 juin
30. Chariot 18 juin

Mois d’été[modifier]

Messidor
(19 juin ~ 18 juillet)

1. Seigle 19 juin
2. Avoine 20 juin
3. Oignon 21 juin
4. Véronique 22 juin
5. Mulet 23 juin
6. Romarin 24 juin
7. Concombre 25 juin
8. Échalote 26 juin
9. Absinthe 27 juin
10. Faucille 28 juin
11. Coriandre 29 juin
12. Artichaut 30 juin
13. Girofle 1^er juillet
14. Lavande 2 juillet
15. Chamois 3 juillet
16. Tabac 4 juillet
17. Groseille 5 juillet
18. Gesse 6 juillet
19. Cerise 7 juillet
20. Parc 8 juillet
21. Menthe 9 juillet
22. Cumin 10 juillet
23. Haricot 11 juillet
24. Orcanète 12 juillet
25. Pintade 13 juillet
26. Sauge 14 juillet
27. Ail 15 juillet
28. Vesce 16 juillet
29. Blé 17 juillet
30. Chalemie 18 juillet

Thermidor
(19 juillet ~ 17 août)

1. Épeautre 19 juillet
2. Bouillon-blanc 20 juillet
3. Melon 21 juillet
4. Ivraie 22 juillet
5. Bélier 23 juillet
6. Prêle 24 juillet
7. Armoise 25 juillet
8. Carthame 26 juillet
9. Mûre 27 juillet
10. Arrosoir 28 juillet
11. Panic 29 juillet
12. Salicorne 30 juillet
13. Abricot 31 juillet
14. Basilic 1^er août
15. Brebis 2 août
16. Guimauve 3 août
17. Lin 4 août
18. Amande 5 août
19. Gentiane 6 août
20. Écluse 7 août
21. Carline 8 août
22. Câprier 9 août
23. Lentille 10 août
24. Aunée 11 août
25. Loutre 12 août
26. Myrte 13 août
27. Colza 14 août
28. Lupin 15 août
29. Coton 16 août
30. Moulin 17 août

Fructidor
(18 août ~ 16 septembre)

1. Prune 18 août
2. Millet 19 août
3. Lycoperdon 20 août
4. Escourgeon 21 août
5. Saumon 22 août
6. Tubéreuse 23 août
7. Sucrion 24 août
8. Apocyn 25 août
9. Réglisse 26 août
10. Échelle 27 août
11. Pastèque 28 août
12. Fenouil 29 août
13. Épine vinette 30 août
14. Noix 31 août
15. Truite 1^er septembre
16. Citron 2 septembre
17. Cardère 3 septembre
18. Nerprun 4 septembre
19. Tagette 5 septembre
20. Hotte 6 septembre
21. Églantier 7 septembre
22. Noisette 8 septembre
23. Houblon 9 septembre
24. Sorgho 10 septembre
25. Écrevisse 11 septembre
26. Bigarade 12 septembre
27. Verge d’or 13 septembre
28. Maïs 14 septembre
29. Marron 15 septembre
30. Panier 16 septembre

Part 1: Died

Part 2: Departed This Life

Part 3: Deceased 

Part 4: Entred Apon an Eternal Sabbath of Rest

Part 5: Fell a Victim to an Untimely Disease

Part 6: Departed This Transitory Life 

Part 7: Killed by the Fall of a Tree 

Part 8: Left Us 

Part 9: Obit 

Part 10: Slain by the Enemy 

Part 11: Departed This Stage of Existence

Part 12: Went Rejoycing Out of This World

Part 13: Submiting Her Self to ye Will of God

Part 14: Fell Asleep

Part 15: Changed a Fleeting World for an Immortal Rest 

Part 16: Fell Asleep in the Cradle of Death 

Part 17: Fell Aslep in Jesus 

Part 18: Was Still Born 

Part 19: Innocently Retired 

Part 20: Expired

Part 21: Perished in a Storm

Part 22: Departed from This in Hope of a Better Life

Part 23: Summoned to Appear Before His Judge

Part 24: Liv’d About 2 Hours

Part 25: Rose Upon the Horizon of Perfect Endless Day

Part 26: Peracto Hac Vita

Part 27: Bid Farewell to this World

Part 28: Was Barbarously Murdered in his Own Home by Gages Bloody Troops

Part 29: Kill’d by a Cart

Part 30: Killed by a Waggon

Part 31: Passed to the Summer Land

Part 32: Joined the Congregation of the Dead

Part 33: Exchanged Worlds

Part 34: Changed this Mortal Life for that of Immortality

Part 35: Her Longing Spirit Sprung

Part 36: Lost at Sea 

Part 37: Hung

Part 38: Finish’d a Life of Examplary Piety

Part 39: Breathed Her Soul Away Into Her Saviour’s Arms

Part 40: Second Birth

Part 41: Passed Into the World of Spirits

Part 42: Fell by the Hands of … an Infatuated Man

Part 43: Expired in the Faith of Christ

Part 44: Ended All Her Cares in Quiet Death

Part 45: Yielding Up Her Spirit

Part 46: Clos’d This Earthly Scene

Part 47: Her Existence Terminated

Part 48: Rested From ye Pains & Sorrows of This Life

Part 49: Inhumanly Murdered by Cruel Savages

Part 50: Entered the Regions of Immortal Felicity

Part 51: Lost His Life By a Fall From a Tree

Part 52: Fell Bravely Fighting for the Liberties of His Country

Part 53: Finished a Long and Useful Life

Part 54: Was Shot by a Negroe Soldier

Part 55: Drowned

Part 56: Was Found Lashed to the Mast of His Sunken and Ill-Fated Vessel

Part 57: Began to Dissolve

Part 58: Died … From Stabs Inflicted With a Knife

Part 59: Basely Assassinated

Part 60: Resigned His Soul to God

Part 61: Fell on Sleep and Was Laid Unto His Fathers

Part 62: Made His Exit

Part 63: Supposed Foundered at Sea

Part 64: Quitted the Stage

Part 65: Earth Life Closed

Part 66: Frozen to Death

Part 67: Was Called to Close His Eyes on Mortal Things

Part 68: Chearfully Resigned Her Spret Into the Hand of Jesus

Part 69: Entred into His Heavenly House

Part 70: … For A Never Ending Eternity

Part 71: Yielded Her Spirit to Its Benevolent Author

Part 72: Lost on Look-Out Shoals

Part 73: Exchanged This for a Better Life

Part 74: Rested From the Hurry of Life 

Part 75: Received a Mortal Wound on His Head

Part 76: Died Tryumphingly in Hops of a Goyful Resurrection

Part 77: Kill’d By Lightening

Part 78: Left It

Part 79: Whose Deaths … Were Occasioned by the Explosion of the Powder Mill 

Part 80: Translation to ye Temple Above

Part 81: Resigned His Mortal Life

Part 82: Call’d … To His Reward

Part 83: Arrested by Death

Part 84: … And Have Never Since Been Heard of

Part 85: Gone Home

Part 86: Resigned This Life in Calm and Humble Hope of Heaven 

Part 87: Was Released

Part 88: Left Her Weeping Friends

Part 89: Laid His Hoary Head to Rest Beneath This Mournful Turf

Part 90: Rested From His Labors

Part 91: Quitted the Stage

Part 92: Was Casually Shot

Part 93: Cut Down in the Bloom of Life

Part 94: Unhappily Parish’d in the Flames

Part 95: Unveiled

Part 96: Nobly Fell By the Impious Hand of Treason and Rebellion

Part 97: Fell in Battle at Molino del Rey

Part 98: Remanded

Part 99: Translated to His Masters Joy

Part 100: Bid Adieu to Earthly Scenes

Part 101: I Am Only Going Into Another Room

Part 102: Was Taken By Death From His Mother’s Breasts

Part 103: Was Suffocated

Part 104: Left to Go and Be With Christ

Part 105: Left This World

Part 106: Passed Onward

Part 107: Passed Away

Part 108: Perished With 41 Other Persons

Part 109: Killed By Falling From Cliffs

Part 110: Vanquished the World and Relinquished It

Part 111: Was Removed By a Dysentery

Part 112: Died in His Country[‘]s Service

Part 113: Commenced Her Inseparable Union with Her Much Beloved Husband and Her God

Part 114: Was Drouned in a Tan Pit

Part 115: Was Instantly Kill’d by a Stock of Boards

Part 116: Submitted to the Stroke of All Conquering Death

Part 117: Died of the 108 Convulsion Fit

Part 118: Hurried From This Life

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Totally wrote:

“UP N YO GRILL N TAKE YO SHIT” (“A Rush And A Push And The Land Is Ours”)

“B RIL NICCA” (“Accept Yourself”)

“WUT?” (“Ask”)

“WE OUT” (“Asleep”)

“BACK 2 THA HOOD” (“Back to the Old House”)

“BACK-N THA DAY IT WUZ RUFF” (“Barbarism Begins at Home”)

“STEADY MOBBIN” (“Bigmouth Strikes Again”)

“THAT NIGGA WON’T LET IT GO” (“The Boy With The Thorn In His Side”)

“FLOW MOTION” (“Cemetry Gates”)

“THEY CALLIN ME” (“Death At One’s Elbow”)

“SHOT A PLAYA IN THA CLUB” (“Death Of a Disco Dancer”)

“NAH (skit)” (“The Draize Train”)

“HIT EM UP” (“Frankly Mr. Shankly”)

“BITCH PLEASE” (“Girl Afraid”)

“SMACK MY BITCH UP” (“Girlfriend In A Coma”)

“Lost (Featuring Jay-Z)” (“Golden Lights”)

“HALF A NICCA” (“Half A Person”)

“GOT MY GLOCK COCKED” (“Hand In Glove”)

“WHO THE FUCK IS THAT?” (“Handsome Devil”)

“SLIPPIN’” (“Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now”)

“GOT YOUR MONEY” (“I Don’t Owe You Anything”)

The Fremen were supreme in the quality the ancients called “spannungsbogen” — which is the self-imposed delay between desire for a thing and the act of reaching out to grasp that thing.

francois villon - ballade du concours de blois

Je meurs de seuf auprès de la fontaine,

Chaud comme feu, et tremble dent à dent ;

En mon pays suis en terre lointaine ;

Lez un brasier frissonne tout ardent ; 

Nu comme un ver, vêtu en président,

Je ris en pleurs et attends sans espoir ;

Confort reprends en triste désespoir ;

Je m’éjouis et n’ai plaisir aucun ;

Puissant je suis sans force et sans pouvoir,

Bien recueilli, débouté de chacun.

Rien ne m’est sûr que la chose incertaine ;

Obscur, fors ce qui est tout évident ;

Doute ne fais, fors en chose certaine ;

Science tiens à soudain accident ;

Je gagne tout et demeure perdant ;

Au point du jour dis : ” Dieu vous doint bon soir ! “

Gisant envers, j’ai grand paour de choir ;

J’ai bien de quoi et si n’en ai pas un ;

Echoite attends et d’homme ne suis hoir,

Bien recueilli, débouté de chacun.

De rien n’ai soin, si mets toute ma peine

D’acquérir biens et n’y suis prétendant ;

Qui mieux me dit, c’est cil qui plus m’ataine,

Et qui plus vrai, lors plus me va bourdant ;

Mon ami est, qui me fait entendant

D’un cygne blanc que c’est un corbeau noir ;

Et qui me nuit, crois qu’il m’aide à pourvoir ;

Bourde, verté, aujourd’hui m’est tout un ;

Je retiens tout, rien ne sait concevoir,

Bien recueilli, débouté de chacun.

Prince clément, or vous plaise savoir

Que j’entends mout et n’ai sens ne savoir :

Partial suis, à toutes lois commun.

Que sais-je plus ? Quoi ? Les gages ravoir,

Bien recueilli, débouté de chacun.

Ballade: Du Concours De Blois

I’m dying of thirst beside the fountain,

Hot as fire, and with chattering teeth:

In my own land, I’m in a far domain:

Near the flame, I shiver beyond belief:

Bare as a worm, dressed in a furry sheathe,

I smile in tears, wait without expectation:

Taking my comfort in sad desperation:

I rejoice, without pleasures, never a one:

Strong I am, without power or persuasion,

Welcomed gladly, and spurned by everyone.

Nothing is sure for me but what’s uncertain:

Obscure, whatever is plainly clear to see:

I’ve no doubt, except of everything certain:

Science is what happens accidentally:

I win it all, yet a loser I’m bound to be:

Saying: ‘God give you good even!’ at dawn,

I greatly fear I’m falling, when lying down:

I’ve plenty, yet I’ve not one possession,

I wait to inherit, yet I’m no heir I own,

Welcomed gladly, and spurned by everyone.

I never take care, yet I’ve taken great pain

To acquire some goods, but have none by me:

Who’s nice to me is one I hate: it’s plain,

And who speaks truth deals with me most falsely:

He’s my friend who can make me believe

A white swan is the blackest crow I’ve known:

Who thinks he’s power to help me, does me harm:

Lies, truth, to me are all one under the sun:

I remember all, have the wisdom of a stone,

Welcomed gladly, and spurned by everyone.

Merciful Prince, may it please you that I’ve shown

There’s much I know, yet without sense or reason:

I’m partial, yet I hold with all men, in common.

What more can I do? Redeem what I’ve in pawn,

Welcomed gladly, and spurned by everyone. 

blue hawaii - try to be

I watch as my big dreams walk behind me 
they trick they scheme they tease 
felt like as a young girl I barely knew exactly 
what I wanna be, what I wanna be, what I wanna be 
what I wanna be, 
and as the real world comes to its feet to shake my hand to greet 
With coldness and eloquence, I’m never tired to in distress, 
but I’m supposed to be you and I try to be you, 
but I thought I’d be you, but I’ll never be. 

May as well just be me. 
May as well just be me. 
May as well just be me. 
May as well just be me. 

Mamamamamamamamama… 

All I wanted, 
was a need 
(to be wanted.) 
Mountains revived into the night 
My mind prepares for flight. 
(was forgotten) 
let’s..the confidence 
I dream myself the.. 
I’m post to be you, but I shouldn’t be you 
but I couldn’t be you, but I try to be. 

May as well just be me. 
May as well just be me. 
May as well just be me. 
May as well just be me.