Wednesday 30 April 2008


I heard this quote yesterday from the poet and playwright T.S.Eliot and it struck me how ITLADian it was. I would like to share it with you and ask if you would add your favourite ITLADian quotes for us all to enjoy. Thanks. Jo X

We shall not cease from exploration, and at the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.'


SM Kovalinsky said...

That is a fitting quote, Johar; very apt indeed. I have so many somewhere in my brain but am so tired right now I can't think to set them down. But I'm sure I will at some point soon. Yes, very ITLADian and CTFesque also.

Karl Le Marcs said...

- must add that to the ITLAD Glossary

My quote to add would be:

"Today, a young man on Acid realised that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration; that we are all one consciousness, experiencing itself subjectively; there is no such thing as Death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves. Here's Tom with the weather........."

- The now legendary and tragically missed Bill Hicks (The Dark Poet)

SM Kovalinsky said...

Heraclitus: "Cease the lament; and lift up the cry of lamentation no more; for all this has been determined."

The poet, Menashe: "Roads run under feet forever, crossing paths, meeting and merging. Stay in your present place: you could not do anything more certain. Here you can wait forever, and rejoice at your own arrival."

Kierkegaard, Edifying Discourses: "When we risk the temporal, we gain the eternal, which has its own order and secret compensating laws. Though all doubters and hair-splitters and naysayers may have their word, nothing can negate this fact: we lose the temporal, we have shifted into the eternal."(eidolon/daemon dyad)

Karl Le Marcs said...

Two more from me
(and then I'll stop, honestly):

"Without self knowledge, without understanding the working and functions of his machine, man cannot be free, he cannot govern himself and he will always remain a slave."

- George Ivanovitch Gurdjieff

"The joy of life consists in the exercise of one's energies, continual growth, constant change, the enjoyment of every new experience. To stop means simply to die. The eternal mistake of mankind is to set up an attainable ideal"

- Aleister Crowley

SM Kovalinsky said...

spinning off Crowley: Nietzsche: "When life stands still, then this is the time to raise the warning that it is threatened with relative death. The fact is, we are not free to engage in inertia: Life is either ascending or descending, advancing or regressing, to stay here, just here, is death." (Totally just negated my Menashe quote but KLLM got me going with his Crowley-power.)

Robin said...

And today's headline read:


An Karl posts of Bill Hick's young man on acid... *giggle

Karl Le Marcs said...

Susan Marie;
Hee Hee!
My "Crowley-power" will be very much exercised later tonight
(well it is Walpurgisnacht)

"It's just a ride and we can change it any time we want. It's only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money, a choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your door, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love instead see all of us as one."
- Bill Hicks

"He had a lot to say
He had a lot of nothing to say
We'll miss him
We're gonna miss him

Standing above the crowd,
He had a voice that was strong and loud
We'll miss him

Ranting and pointing his finger
At everything but his heart
We'll miss him
We're gonna miss him!

- James Maynard Keenan from Eulogy a song dedicated to Bill Hicks by the band TOOL

Robin said...

One quote I always think about when I'm too tired to go on... (I fight slumber as if I were a toddler)

"Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death....”
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Karl Le Marcs said...

Longfellow is probably my favourite poet.

"Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
and things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art; to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each tomorrow
Find us farther than today.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our heats, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead
Act,- act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead.
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
a forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us then be up and doing,
with a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
(A Psalm Of Life)

johar said...

OMG Robin that's so weird, I am exactly the same and describe it the same way as well. When I'm really tired and don't want to sleep I'm like a defiant toddler!!
I've been told at work I act like a toddler when I'm tired as well which is a bit embarrassing!


Karl Le Marcs said...


Awwww Bless !!!

*hands dummy back*

johar said...

Karl ,

That's a fab poem by Longfellow.

I knew i could rely on you and Susan Marie to come back with some awesome quotes and poems!


Karl Le Marcs said...

Thanks JoJo, and there are thousands more so I'll leave you in the hands of the GENIUS that was Samuel Beckett and Waiting For Godot

Was I sleeping, while the others suffered? Am I sleeping now? Tomorrow, when I wake, or think I do, what shall I say of today? That with Estragon, my friend, at this place, until the fall of night, I waited for Godot? That Pozzo passed, with his carrier, and that he spoke to us? Probably. But in all that what truth will there be?
(Estragon, having struggled with his boots in vain, is dozing off again. Vladimir looks at him)
He'll know nothing. He'll tell me about the blows he received and I'll give him a carrot.
Astride of a grave and a difficult birth. Down in the hole, lingeringly, the grave digger puts on the forceps. We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries.(He listens)But habit is a great deadener.(He looks again at Estragon)At me too someone is looking, of me too someone is saying, He is sleeping, he knows nothing, let him sleep on.(Pause)I can't go on!"


(suddenly furious)
Have you not done tormenting me with your accursed time! It's abominable! When! When! One day, is that not enough for you, one day he went dumb, one day I went blind, one day we'll go deaf, one day we were born, one day we shall die, the same day, the same second, is that not enough for you?(Calmer)They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more.(He jerks the rope)On!

Jesamyn said...

HEEEELLLP!!!! I SO much wanted to post as a new Posting the whole *Burnt Norton* by T.S.Eliot but I cannot make it appear... thanks Johar for reminding me of this poet, and the poem I loved as a 12 year old...*Time Present and Time Past are both Present in Time Future* (T.S. is happy with Karl's asterisks!!) Well anyone interested will have to research for themselves... SOOOO Itladian... sorry Tony, I think I sent it to you trying to put it on Blog..Regards all

rac said...

"I AM"

Karl Le Marcs said...

Are you?
Surely by that very statement you are acknowledging that "I am aware that I am"?
Now, if you are, then am I or are you aware that I am or am not!