[Syberpunk]

I see the Into the Fray poem/text has already being said and I mentioned it again, this is another one I'll always come back to:

I got it in a small frame:

[Juan_Antonio]

(04-26-2018 10:34 AM)arafat scarf Wrote:  

Parable

Once upon a time, there was an old farmer who had worked his crops for many years.

One day his horse ran away. Upon hearing the news, his neighbors came to visit. “Such bad luck,” they said sympathetically, “you must be so sad.”

“We’ll see,” the farmer replied.

The next morning the horse returned, bringing with it two other wild horses.

“How wonderful,” the neighbors exclaimed! “Not only did your horse return, but you received two more. What great fortune you have!”

“We’ll see,” answered the farmer.

we'll see

The following day, his son tried to ride one of the untamed horses, was thrown, and broke his leg. The neighbors again came to offer their sympathy on his misfortune. “Now your son cannot help you with your farming,” they said. “What terrible luck you have!”

“We’ll see,” replied the old farmer.

The following week, military officials came to the village to conscript young men into the army. Seeing that the son’s leg was broken, they passed him by. The neighbors congratulated the farmer on how well things had turned out. “Such great news. You must be so happy!”

The man smiled to himself and said once again.

“We’ll see,”

- source

This parable right here, has almost single-handedly changed my life for the better. I used to stress, over-analysize, intellectualize, dwell on events that didnt go my way, now i just take them in my stride. It ties in well with this one: You Are Exactly Where You Need to Be. For me personally:

- If i didnt get the sack from that job all those years ago, i wouldnt have been so determined and resolute in developing myself professionally and personally;
- If i didnt get rejected by all those girls, i wouldnt have spent so much time learning game and now being on top of it (almost);
- If i didnt lose my dad in 2016, in the time i needed him most, i wouldnt have re-discovered my love for painting;
- If i didnt miss out on those big painting sales i almost made, i wouldnt have developed that app that is now close to being sold, which would set me and my family up for life.

There are so many of these that come to mind, but these are the main ones. I used to get super worked up when things like this happened, but now when they do, i just think, 'ok, let's see what comes of it'. They still fucking hurt when they happen, but im ok with it.

[Noir]

Song: Glue by Bicep

Poem: The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

The Road Not Taken

Quote:

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Art Piece: Eye in Eye by Edvard Munch




Film: Spirited Away




Parable: The Ass in the Lion's Skin from Aesop's Fables

Quote:

An Ass once found a Lion's skin which the hunters had left out in the sun to dry.

He put it on and went towards his native village.

All fled at his approach, both men and animals, and he was a proud Ass that day.

In his delight he lifted up his voice and brayed, but then every one knew him, and his owner came up and gave him a sound cudgelling for the fright he had caused.

And shortly afterwards a Fox came up to him and said:

"Ah, I knew you by your voice."

[Jetset]

Has anyone mentioned that these hoes ain't loyal?

[MrLemon]

Fup

[Enoch]

Film: Blue Valentine

[void]

[Veloce]

when we were kids
there was a strange house
all the shades were
always
drawn
and we never heard voices
in there
and the yard was full of
bamboo
and we liked to play in
the bamboo
pretend we were
Tarzan
(although there was no
Jane).
and there was a
fish pond
a large one
full of the
fattest goldfish
you ever saw
and they were
tame.
they came to the
surface of the water
and took pieces of
bread
from our hands.

our parents had
told us:
“never go near that
house.”
so, of course,
we went.
we wondered if anybody
lived there.
weeks went by and we
never saw
anybody.

then one day
we heard
a voice
from the house
“YOU GOD DAMNED
WHORE!”

it was a man’s
voice.

then the screen
door
of the house was
flung open
and the man
walked
out.

he was holding a
fifth of whiskey
in his right
hand.
he was about
30.
he had a cigar
in his
mouth,
needed a shave.
his hair was
wild and
and uncombed
and he was
barefoot
in undershirt
and pants.
but his eyes
were
bright.
they blazed
with
brightness
and he said,
“hey, little
gentlemen,
having a good
time, I
hope?”

then he gave a
little laugh
and walked
back into the
house.

we left,
went back to my
parents’ yard
and thought
about it.

our parents,
we decided,
had wanted us
to stay away
from there
because they
never wanted us
to see a man
like
that,
a strong natural
man
with
beautiful
eyes.

our parents
were ashamed
that they were
not
like that
man,
that’s why they
wanted us
to stay
away.

but
we went back
to that house
and the bamboo
and the tame
goldfish.
we went back
many times
for many weeks
but we never
saw
or heard
the man
again.

the shades were
down
as always
and it was
quiet.

then one day
as we came back from
school
we saw the
house.

it had burned
down,
there was nothing
left,
just a smoldering
twisted black
foundation
and we went to
the fish pond
and there was
no water
in it
and the fat
orange goldfish
were dead
there,
drying out.

we went back to
my parents’ yard
and talked about
it
and decided that
our parents had
burned their
house down,
had killed
them
had killed the
goldfish
because it was
all too
beautiful,
even the bamboo
forest had
burned.

they had been
afraid of
the man with the
beautiful
eyes.

and
we were afraid
then
that
all throughout our lives
things like that
would
happen,
that nobody
wanted
anybody
to be
strong and
beautiful
like that,
that
others would never
allow it,
and that
many people
would have to
die.

[TheOriginalSniggler]

I probably snort some slizzle, extra sour.

Take a pouch of Cool Aid outta my pocket, mumble some words about how I still listen to Tetris music from my OG game boy. Puff out of the old Peterson.

By this time I should be high enough, all these old habits sputtering like a cheap car that’s just grasping to start.

Thing about the tide, always comes back and all those moments in your life seem to come back in the oddest times of the day. They say living in the moment is the greatest way to success too often, the world wants you to focus on the moment.

I like to unfocus, every person wants to steal your soul and kick the piss out of you that’s why conformity has been contorted. Conformity is a couple words away from comfy yet conforming has always been the exact opposite leaving me as not a leader but as somebody who looks for approval.

Hunter X Hunter had it right, adventure is always waiting for you under your nose.

[Built to Fade]

Song: Kno - Death is Silent

Quote:

[Intro]
Death is silent, painless
I didn't know what happened
I was suddenly standing above my body
While you looked on
Too much in shock for tears
I tried to speak but couldn't
I tried to talk to you
But you wouldn't listen

[Verse 1: Kno]
Death is silent
It hides high in the night's confinement
Vile and violent
Minding a time to try us
And remind us
That we cry when time is denied us
To incite this
Fear of death inside us

Death is spineless
It will find men that you confide in
And confine them to asylum
Make those that you dine with and reside with
The same lives that you will pine for in silence

Death is mindless
Nevermind the genotype or phylum
It's designed to find and defile us
From afar, Senegal to Riker's Island
Deaths not confined to latitude lines or mileage

Death is timeless
Theres no sense to fight with
The violent nihilist
Binding the eyes of the lifeless
But such that life is aligned with
Death's assignment
Don't let it define you, you define it

[Outro]
Everything that we know
Is forever dead
All the things in the world
We love have gone away

*Twice upon a time there was a boy who died and lived happily ever after, but that's another chapter*

Poem: Rhapsody on a Windy Night By T. S. Eliot

Quote:

TWELVE o’clock.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Dissolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.

Half-past one,
The street-lamp sputtered,
The street-lamp muttered,
The street-lamp said, “Regard that woman
Who hesitates toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
You see the border of her dress
Is torn and stained with sand,
And you see the corner of her eye
Twists like a crooked pin.”

The memory throws up high and dry
A crowd of twisted things;
A twisted branch upon the beach
Eaten smooth, and polished
As if the world gave up
The secret of its skeleton,
Stiff and white.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the strength has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.

Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
“Remark the cat which flattens itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.”
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and pocketed a toy that was running along the quay.
I could see nothing behind that child’s eye.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.

Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp muttered in the dark.
The lamp hummed:
“Regard the moon,
La lune ne garde aucune rancune,
She winks a feeble eye,
She smiles into corners.
She smooths the hair of the grass.
The moon has lost her memory.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and eau de Cologne,
She is alone
With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.”
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets,
And female smells in shuttered rooms,
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.

The lamp said,
“Four o’clock,
Here is the number on the door.
Memory!
You have the key,
The little lamp spreads a ring on the stair.
Mount.
The bed is open; the tooth-brush hangs on the wall,
Put your shoes at the door, sleep, prepare for life.”

The last twist of the knife.

Art Piece: Crossing Through the Red Sea


Movie: The Fountain (2006), Starring Hugh Jackman & Rachel Weisz, Directed By Darren Aronofsky

Parable: The Parable Of The Sower (Matthew 13:3-9 KJV)

Quote:

3 And he spake many things unto them in parables, saying, Behold, a sower went forth to sow;
4 And when he sowed, some seeds fell by the way side, and the fowls came and devoured them up:
5 Some fell upon stony places, where they had not much earth: and forthwith they sprung up, because they had no deepness of earth:
6 And when the sun was up, they were scorched; and because they had no root, they withered away.
7 And some fell among thorns; and the thorns sprung up, and choked them:
8 But other fell into good ground, and brought forth fruit, some an hundredfold, some sixtyfold, some thirtyfold.
9 Who hath ears to hear, let him hear.

[MajorStyles]

One song.

One poem.

Dylan Thomas: "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night"

One art piece



One movie.

One parable, allegory, text, or fable

Thomas Carlyle: On Heroes, Hero-Worship, and the Heroic in History

[glugger]

What was your purpose for this thread LINUX?

[debeguiled]

(08-16-2018 01:07 PM)glugger Wrote:  

What was your purpose for this thread LINUX?

Cheater.

Quote:

You are not allowed to tell me what wisdom or lessons that these things will teach me. I have to figure that out on my own.

[Ivanis]

One song:

One poem: Friends Within The Darkness, By Charles Bukowski

Quote:

I can remember starving in a
small room in a strange city
shades pulled down, listening to
classical music
I was young I was so young it hurt like a knife
inside
because there was no alternative except to hide as long
as possible--
not in self-pity but with dismay at my limited chance:
trying to connect.

the old composers -- Mozart, Bach, Beethoven,
Brahms were the only ones who spoke to me and
they were dead.

finally, starved and beaten, I had to go into
the streets to be interviewed for low-paying and
monotonous
jobs
by strange men behind desks
men without eyes men without faces
who would take away my hours
break them
piss on them.

now I work for the editors the readers the
critics

but still hang around and drink with
Mozart, Bach, Brahms and the
Bee
some buddies
some men
sometimes all we need to be able to continue alone
are the dead
rattling the walls
that close us in.

One art piece:


One movie:
To Catch A Thief

One parable, allegory, text, or fable:
*Sorry LINUX, you already know this one, as you recommended it to me, but it is too good to not include.*
The Alabaster Girl, By Zan Perrion

Enjoy. I love this thread already, and I look forward to others responses.

[The Father]

Poem: Kipling, "The Female of the Species"
Song: "That's Life" (Sinatra version!!)

Art Piece: Lichtenstein, "Drowning Girl"


Movie: Sunshine (1999) (Demonstrates the nature of women, men, governments and power)

One parable, allegory, text, or fable: The Parable of the Old Bull and the Young Bull:
An old bull and a young are standing on a hilltop, overlooking a herd of cows.
The young bull hurriedly announces "I'M GONNA RUN DOWN THERE AND FUCK ME ONE OF THEM COWS!!"
And the old bull says "I'm gonna WALK down there...and fuck me ALL of them cows".

[Dekhengst]

Song

Poem
A Lesson from History
by Joseph Morris

Quote:

Everything's easy after it's done;
Every battle's a "cinch" that's won;
Every problem is clear that's solved--
The earth was round when it _revolved!_
But Washington stood amid grave doubt
With enemy forces camped about;
He could not know how he would fare
Till _after_ he'd crossed the Delaware.

Though the river was full of ice
He did not think about it twice,
But started across in the dead of night,
The enemy waiting to open the fight.
Likely feeling pretty blue,
Being human, same as you,
But he was brave amid despair,
And Washington crossed the Delaware!

So when you're with trouble beset,
And your spirits are soaking wet,
When all the sky with clouds is black,
Don't lie down upon your back
And look at _them_. Just do the thing;
Though you are choked, still try to sing.
If times are dark, believe them fair,
And you will cross the Delaware!

Art piece


Movie

Parable

[Built to Fade]

Song: Dido - Life For Rent

Code:

Code:

[Verse 1]
I haven't ever really found a place that I call home
I never stick around quite long enough to make it
I apologize that once again I'm not in love
But it's not as if I mind that your heart ain't exactly breaking
It's just a thought, only a thought

[Chorus]
But if my life is for rent
And I don't learn to buy
Well I deserve nothing more than I get
Cause nothing I have is truly mine

[Verse 2]
I've always thought that I would love to live by the sea
To travel the world alone and live more simply
I have no idea what's happened to that dream
Cause there's really nothing left here to stop me
It's just a thought, only a thought

[Chorus]
If my life is for rent
And I don't learn to buy
Well I deserve nothing more than I get
Cause nothing I have is truly mine
If my life is for rent
And I don't learn to buy
Well I deserve nothing more than I get
Cause nothing I have is truly mine

[Bridge]
While my heart is a shield and I won't let it down
While I am so afraid to fail so I won't even try
Well, how can I say I'm alive?

[Chorus]
If my life is for rent
And I don't learn to buy
Well I deserve nothing more than I get
Cause nothing I have is truly mine
If my life is for rent
And I don't learn to buy
Well I deserve nothing more than I get
Cause nothing I have is truly mine

[Outro]
Cause nothing I have is truly mine
Cause nothing I have is truly mine
Cause nothing I have is truly mine

Poem: Slowly Fading Away
Code:

Code:

I feel like I’m slowly fading

Like smoke into thin air

In constant search of a caring soul

But no one really cares

It’s rare to find a genuine heart, truly sincere and kind

Expecially when you end up in a predicament like mine

Snatched away from society at a very young age

With no guidance and no structure, I was living in a haze

But the past is done and gone and my future seems bleak

I’m slowly fading away

Like a drunk when he drinks

I think this life is worth living

Sometimes it’s hard to tell

It’s like I was born into Satan’s hands, then cast into hell

My potential is at a peak, where I’m beginning to see

But twenty years from now, who knows where I’ll be

Still locked in a cell where my potential and worth is a “was”—a thing of the past

So vast my dreams and goals, things I aspire to achieve

It’s a daily struggle for me to continue to believe

To believe that I could actually be more than a thug

To believe that a woman still wants to give me a kiss with her love

Still wants to see me smile and tell me I’m so cute

To see that I’ve blossomed into a wonderful man

Though I didn’t have rich roots

Locked away like this, everyone seems to forget

I’m slowly fading away

Into a bottomless pit

Out of sight, out of mind, damn it’s a shame

Sometimes I wonder if certain people even remember my name

In a predicament like this you become very aware

Before, ignorance was bliss and you don’t know to be scared

I feel like I have so much to offer

But am I really even here?

Time waits for no one, and no one sees my tears

I’m ripe and ready for whatever

I’m 21 years young

Sometimes my soul feels 80, like it’s almost done

I’m slowly fading away

Into a mist of confusion

Constantly wondering if my life is just an illusion

Art Piece: Garden of Eden


Movie: TRON: Legacy (2010), Starring Jeff Bridges, Garrett Hedlund, Olivia Wilde, Bruce Boxleitner, Michael Sheen, James Frain & Beau Garrett; Directed By Joseph Kosinski

Parable: The Parable Of The Mustard Seed (Matthew 13:31-32 KJV)

Quote:

31 Another parable put he forth unto them, saying, The kingdom of heaven is like to a grain of mustard seed, which a man took, and sowed in his field:
32 Which indeed is the least of all seeds: but when it is grown, it is the greatest among herbs, and becometh a tree, so that the birds of the air come and lodge in the branches thereof.

_______________________________________________
"What profit hath a man of all his labour which he taketh under the sun? One generation passeth away, and another generation cometh: but the earth abideth for ever." #189

[Meliorare93]

One song.
Frank Sinatray - I Did it my Way

One poem.
William Blake - Love's Secret

One art piece
The Knights dream by Richard Mauch

One movie.
Dark City or The Matrix can't chose

One parable, allegory, text, or fable
The Kybalion

[Shemp]

One parable: I was on a long journey by horseback and I neglected my horse: fed him bad food, didn't let him sleep enough, pushed him too hard, didn't take care of injuries. As a result, my horse gave out on me, and now I have to finish the journey on foot.

[Goldin Boy]

(04-25-2018 08:03 PM)LINUX Wrote:  

Suppose I am some boy.

snip

On my journey to nowhere but hopefully somewhere, I have nothing but time to think about your words. So I ask you:

Give me one and only one of each of the following:

One song.
One poem.
One art piece
One movie.
One parable, allegory, text, or fable

to teach me your wisdom about life, death, love, hope, pain, or whatever else you feel is relevant. Your job is not to teach me what to do or how to live a better life. Your job is simply to teach me what is.

There's more, You are not allowed to tell me what wisdom or lessons that these things will teach me. I have to figure that out on my own. I only want you to show me the door and let me walk though it to discover my own meaning in the poem, art, song, and allegory that you gave me.

Can you give me something real?

First off, I think you should be in school but that's none of my business. Here's the list I'd give you:

Song: "86 Measures of Game" by Necro:

Poem: Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Art Piece: Figure with Meat by Francis Bacon

Movie: Pulp Fiction.

Parable, allegory, etc: I'll give you this quote:

Quote:

"there is no meaning of life except to fuck. it is utter pointlessness. you are a machine designed to serve the interests of recombinant dna"

[hedonist]

One song. I'll trade the art and poem for two extra songs

One movie. Life of Pi

One parable, allegory, text, or fable
"I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die"

[EndsExpect]

I wish I could give you some piece of pop culture, some movie, some song that encapsulates the challenge and meaning of life, but I don't think it exists.

The greatest single piece of advice I can give to a young man is that he should take the image of the man he wishes to be, and compare that to the man he currently is... and then to work out in a realistic fashion how to bring those two men together while learning to accept the parts he cannot change.