The Knell of Parting Day

Experimental photography
Literature and Poetry
Paintings and other Art
Some of mine and some of others
Musings on Life, Death and the time in between

Creation, Destruction and everything in between.
Take a walk through my mind and look through my eyes.

On a “City of Roses”

It is an odd city
That is vain but not pretty
That poses,
as a city of roses

Where there are none

No joy, nor laughter, nor fun
Abound under a ceaseless sun
But the people are something
Who cannot read, or write or sing
Are they not fit for a bitter smile
Who are thoughtless and infantile?

A Note of Note

Did I ever mention how much I love Virginia Woolf?

Somehow reading The Waves has lifted me out of the sadness caused by my inability to find a summer job in this layoff stricken town. Self- loathing melts away in the throes of reading a well written book.

Excerpt: Letter to Menoeceus From Epicurus

“Accustom yourself to believe that death is nothing to us, for good and evil imply awareness, and death is the privation of all awareness; therefore a right understanding that death is nothing to us makes the mortality of life enjoyable, not by adding to life an unlimited time, but by taking away the yearning after immortality. For life has no terror; for those who thoroughly apprehend that there are no terrors for them in ceasing to live. Foolish, therefore, is the person who says that he fears death, not because it will pain when it comes, but because it pains in the prospect. Whatever causes no annoyance when it is present, causes only a groundless pain in the expectation. Death, therefore, the most awful of evils, is nothing to us, seeing that, when we are, death is not come, and, when death is come, we are not. It is nothing, then, either to the living or to the dead, for with the living it is not and the dead exist no longer. But in the world, at one time people shun death as the greatest of all evils, and at another time choose it as a respite from the evils in life. The wise person does not deprecate life nor does he fear the cessation of life. The thought of life is no offense to him, nor is the cessation of life regarded as an evil. And even as people choose of food not merely and simply the larger portion, but the more pleasant, so the wise seek to enjoy the time which is most pleasant and not merely that which is longest. And he who admonishes the young to live well and the old to make a good end speaks foolishly, not merely because of the desirability of life, but because the same exercise at once teaches to live well and to die well. Much worse is he who says that it were good not to be born, but when once one is born to pass with all speed through the gates of Hades. For if he truly believes this, why does he not depart from life? It were easy for him to do so, if once he were firmly convinced. If he speaks only in mockery, his words are foolishness, for those who hear believe him not.

We must remember that the future is neither wholly ours nor wholly not ours, so that neither must we count upon it as quite certain to come nor despair of it as quite certain not to come.

We must also reflect that of desires some are natural, others are groundless; and that of the natural some are necessary as well as natural, and some natural only. And of the necessary desires some are necessary if we are to be happy, some if the body is to be rid of uneasiness, some if we are even to live. He who has a clear and certain understanding of these things will direct every preference and aversion toward securing health of body and tranquillity of mind, seeing that this is the sum and end of a happy life. For the end of all our actions is to be free from pain and fear, and, when once we have attained all this, the tempest of the soul is laid; seeing that the living creature has no need to go in search of something that is lacking, nor to look anything else by which the good of the soul and of the body will be fulfilled. When we are pained pleasure, then, and then only, do we feel the need of pleasure. For this reason we call pleasure the alpha and omega of a happy life. Pleasure is our first and kindred good. It is the starting-point of every choice and of every aversion, and to it we come back, inasmuch as we make feeling the rule by which to judge of every good thing. And since pleasure is our first and native good, for that reason we do not choose every pleasure whatever, but often pass over many pleasures when a greater annoyance ensues from them. And often we consider pains superior to pleasures when submission to the pains for a long time brings us as a consequence a greater pleasure. While therefore all pleasure because it is naturally akin to us is good, not all pleasure is worthy of choice, just as all pain is an evil and yet not all pain is to be shunned. It is, however, by measuring one against another, and by looking at the conveniences and inconveniences, teat all these matters must be judged. Sometimes we treat the good as an evil, and the evil, on the contrary, as a good. Again, we regard. independence of outward things as a great good, not so as in all cases to use little, but so as to be contented with little if we have not much, being honestly persuaded that they have the sweetest enjoyment of luxury who stand least in need of it, and that whatever is natural is easily procured and only the vain and worthless hard to win. Plain fare gives as much pleasure as a costly diet, when one the pain of want has been removed, while bread an water confer the highest possible pleasure when they are brought to hungry lips. To habituate one’s se therefore, to simple and inexpensive diet supplies al that is needful for health, and enables a person to meet the necessary requirements of life without shrinking and it places us in a better condition when we approach at intervals a costly fare and renders us fearless of fortune.

Source: http://classics.mit.edu/Epicurus/menoec.html
Translated by Robert Drew Hicks

On a Supposed Quote: Edward Gibbon


” The five marks of the Roman decaying culture:

  Concern with displaying affluence instead of building wealth;

  Obsession with sex and perversions of sex;

  Art becomes freakish and sensationalistic instead of creative and original;

  Widening disparity between very rich and very poor;

  Increased demand to live off the state. “

This quote has been attributed to Edward Gibbon (1737-1794), an author most famous for his monumental book “The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire.” I have not been able to source this quote specifically, however, it stands.

At least four to four and a half of the above are truths of the present day.
Think about them very carefully and then look at the world around you.


The Last Day Before the First Day of the Last Summer: On Leaving Town

It is time for me to set down my book of Restoration poetry to write about something that is slowly coming to dominate my thoughts.

It is my happy duty to say that I can confirm beyond a doubt that I will be attending classes at Carleton University in Ottawa this coming semester. My choice of study is in the field of communications.

I laugh every time I think about living in Ottawa. I have been to Chicago, Cleveland, Sarnia, London, Toronto and Detroit all more than once. I have been to London more than once, Bournemouth, and was born in Bristol. I have been to Nairobi, Mombasa and Lahore. Finally, I have seen a good deal of the Rift Valley of east Africa, Masai Mara, Tsavo and the foothills on the border of Pakistan.

Yet I have never been to the capital of this country.

Ottawa will prove to be a step of great magnitude. I do not know anyone there. I will only have some research to go on, places to eat, sights to see and laws that might prove foreign to me. All of this is tantamount to a county man being suddenly thrust into a metropolis. It is an apt analogy as Windsor could be considered as a suburban town compared to the larger cities of Canada.

There is no impending sense of doom as one can get when new prospects loom through the gloom. My life thus far has been an experiment in matter and substances of all natures. What more is another journey? I can speculate on occurrences and so on but whatever occurs will dazzle and disappoint unpredictably. I will be up there for four years. Four years can and often does bear inestimable results.

This is my last day at The Lance and tomorrow the first day of my last summer in Windsor. It is time to say goodbye and goodnight.

"Non sum qualis eram."

Ernest Dowson

(Taken from Horace)

Circumstances have granted me an office of my own, solely my own. It is a bit worse for wear but it will have to do. This means that I may furnish it accordingly. In the mean time I thought to make use of the dry erase board.

I have two weeks or so on my contract and I should like to make the most of the time. It is quite sad that everyone seems to be weighed down by their work, but that is the way it is. Quite frankly, I’d rather they work hard as they are, but a little social time would be a welcome change. Perhaps this will change when summer is upon us.

Where I am Going, Where I Have Been

It would appear that my plans to leave town are coming into fruition, as they will over the next few months. After that time I will be long gone from this city.

I recall saying that I would one day put as much space between myself and this city as I could, not out of anger, but out of stagnation and ennui. I said that over two years ago. Now the results of hard work are in my favor and I will be doing just that.

What happens when one works hard in a post-secondary educational institute? The work pays off in one way or another, and that is what I kept in my mind for those two years of college. I promised myself to work hard so I could be free, so I could travel a little, and so I could finally take up my own life. It looks like all of those changes are to be attained in my near future.

All of this is quite wonderful, but that is not to say that I will not miss certain parts of or places in this city. I certainly will, and I will miss many of the people I have met here.

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