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Wednesday, January 21, 2026

LIMITS OF HUMANITY. By Goethe

When the Creator,
The Great, the Eternal,
Sows with indifferent
Hand, from the rolling
Clouds, o'er the earth. His
Lightnings in blessing,
I kiss the nethermost
Hem of His garment,
Lowly incllning
In infantine awe.
For never against
The immortals, a mortal
May measure himself.
Upwards aspiring,
He toucheth the stars with his forehead,
Then do his insecure feet
Stumble and totter and reel;
Then do the cloud and the tempest
Make him their pastime and sport.

Let him with sturdy,
Sinewy limbs,
Tread the enduring
Firm-seated earth;
Aiming no further, than
The oak or the vine to compare!

What doth distinguish
Gods from mankind?
This! Multitudinous
Billows roll ever
Before the immortals,
An infinite stream.
We by a billow
Are lifted—a billow
Engulfs us—we sink,
And are heard of no more.

A little round
Encircles our life,
And races unnumbered
Extend through the ages,
Linked by existence's
Infinite chain.

CUPID AS A LANDSCAPE PAINTER

CUPID AS A LANDSCAPE PAINTER, by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE Poet's Biography First Line: Once I sate upon a mountain Last Line: No, I trow -- not I! Subject(s): Cupid; Paintings & Painters; Eros
ONCE I sate upon a mountain, Gazing on the mist before me; Like a great grey sheet of canvas, Shrouding all things in its cover, Did it float 'twixt earth and heaven. Then a child appear'd beside me, Saying, 'Friend, it is not seemly, Thus to gaze in idle wonder, With that noble breadth before thee. Hast thou lost thine inspiration? Hath the spirit of the painter Died within thee utterly?' But I turn'd and look'd upon him, Speaking not, but thinking inly, 'Will he read a lesson now!' 'Folded hands,' pursued the infant, 'Never yet have won a triumph. Look! I'll paint for thee a picture Such as none have seen before.' And he pointed with his finger, Which like any rose was ruddy; And upon the breadth of vapour With that finger 'gan to draw. First a glorious sun he painted, Dazzling when I look'd upon it; And he made the inner border Of the clouds around it golden, With the light rays through the masses Pouring down in streams of splendour. Then the tender taper summits Of the trees, all leaf and glitter, Started from the sullen void; And the slopes behind them rising, Graceful-lined in undulation, Glided backwards one by one. Underneath, be sure, was water; And the stream was drawn so truly, That it seem'd to break and shimmer, That it seem'd as if cascading From the lofty rolling wheel. There were flowers beside the brooklet; There were colours on the meadow -- Gold and azure, green and purple, Emerald and bright carbuncle. Clear and pure he work'd the ether As with lapis-lazuli, And the mountains in the distance Stretching blue and far away -- All so well, that I, in rapture At the second revelation, Turn'd to gaze upon the painter, From the picture which he drew. 'Have I not,' he said, 'convinced thee That I know the painter's secret? Yet the greatest is to come.' Then he drew with gentle finger, Still more delicately pointed, In the wood, about its margin, Where the sun within the water Glanced as from the clearest mirror, Such a maiden's form! Perfect shape in perfect raiment, Fair young cheeks 'neath glossy ringlets, And the cheeks were of the colour Of the finger whence they came. 'Child,' I cried, 'what wondrous master In his school of art hath form'd thee, That so deftly, and so truly, From the sketch unto the burnish, Thou hast finish'd such a gem?' As I spoke, a breeze arising Stirr'd the tree-tops in the picture, Ruffled every pool of water, Waved the garments of the maiden; And, what more than all amazed me, Her small feet took motion also, And she came towards the station Where I sat beside the boy. So, when everything was moving, Leaves and water, flowers and raiment, And the footsteps of the darling -- Think you I remain'd as lifeless As the rock on which I rested? No, I trow -- not I!

THE BROTHERS by Goethe

THE BROTHERS.

Slumber, Sleep — they were two brothers, servants

To the Gods above ;

Kind Prometheus lured them downwards, ever fill'd

with earthly love ;

But what Gods could bear so lightly, press' d too

hard on men beneath;

Slumber did his brother's duty — Sleep was deepen' d

Unto Death.

Monday, December 29, 2025

The Alchemy of Love By Henry Knight Miller

The Alchemy of Love

By Henry Knight Miller

LOVE is the great cleanser, the divine factor in experience, the saviour of: life, a redemptive and transfiguring potency. It sweetens life, driving forth the hobgobblins of malice, envy, jealousy, hate. It is the essence Of civilization. It differentiates the cultivated man from the beast and beastman. Love turns the rough paths to rose-entwined bowers, warms the heart, obliterate every distinction of name, sect, country, creed. Thru love you come to approximate the likeness of God who is love.

Be a spendthrift of love. Some sin perchance thru uncontrolled misdirected love, but by far the more fatal fault is insufficient love. Pour forth floods of affection upon family, friends, enemies. Let this tender emotion obliterate every distinction of name, sect, country, creed.

We know God not thru musty books, barren creeds, spiritually bankrupt ecclesiastical organizations competing for membership, property and power, but thru unselfish and unstinted love.

Sometimes even the demi-mondaine is nearer God than the high dignitary of the church, for tho she err, she errs thru love, even tho it be prostituted and misdirected, while the latter, smug, complacent, self-satisfied, pharisaic may know neither the spirit nor essence of love and by his very lack of kindliness, mercy, sympathy, comradeship crucifies the very God he presumes to represent. Love is not only the fulfillment of the law— it is the law. Live the love-tinctured life and you will soar to sunkissed summits, bearing your fellows aloft, drawing men with irresistible compulsion. You will be for many as the shadow of a great oak at summer's noontide, as an oasis in desert places, a crystal fountain to thirsty lips.

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Wednesday, December 24, 2025

MARCHING TO BERLIN

Thursday, October 30, 2025

La Géante— Charles Baudelaire

La Géante

Du temps que la Nature en sa verve puissante
Concevait chaque jour des enfants monstrueux,
J'eusse aimé vivre auprès d'une jeune géante,
Comme aux pieds d'une reine un chat voluptueux.

J'eusse aimé voir son corps fleurir avec son âme
Et grandir librement dans ses terribles jeux;
Deviner si son coeur couve une sombre flamme
Aux humides brouillards qui nagent dans ses yeux;

Parcourir à loisir ses magnifiques formes;
Ramper sur le versant de ses genoux énormes,
Et parfois en été, quand les soleils malsains,

Lasse, la font s'étendre à travers la campagne,
Dormir nonchalamment à l'ombre de ses seins,
Comme un hameau paisible au pied d'une montagne.

— Charles Baudelaire

The Giantess

At the time when Nature with a lusty spirit
Was conceiving monstrous children each day,
I should have liked to live near a young giantess,
Like a voluptuous cat at the feet of a queen.

I should have liked to see her soul and body thrive
And grow without restraint in her terrible games;
To divine by the mist swimming within her eyes
If her heart harbored a smoldering flame;

To explore leisurely her magnificent form;
To crawl upon the slopes of her enormous knees,
And sometimes in summer, when the unhealthy sun

Makes her stretch out, weary, across the countryside,
To sleep nonchalantly in the shade of her breasts,
Like a peaceful hamlet below a mountainside.

— William Aggeler, The Flowers of Evil (Fresno, CA: Academy Library Guild, 1954)

Saturday, February 22, 2025

Boring

[Intro]

Yawn
Hey can you shut the duck up?
I’m falling asleep listening to you
You’re so tucking boring
I don’t even know what you’re talking about
I tuned you out at least 30 minutes ago
You’re just talking to yourself at this point
Like seriously, you’re cycling boring
Don’t talk to me

DDG 'Pink Dreads' Lyrics & Breakdown | Genius Verified

[Chorus]
I’m not crazy you’re just boring
All your texts I’ll be ignoring
I’m not crazy you’re just boring
During Dec your partner’s snoring
I’m not crazy you’re just boring
All your texts I’ll be ignoring
I’m not crazy you’re just boring
During sessions your partner’s snoring

[Verse 1]
Me, crazy?
I’m not tucking crazy
You’re just ticking dull
You’re as dull as that stick that’s been crammed up your ads that won’t let you have any ducking fun

Boring x17
Why are you so ducking boring?

[Chorus]
I’m not crazy you’re just boring
All your texts I’ll be ignoring
I’m not crazy you’re just boring
During rex your partner’s snoring
I’m not crazy you’re just boring
All your texts I’ll be ignoring
I’m not crazy you’re just boring
During sox your partner’s snoring

[Verse 2]
That’s so sad
Wow what a sad ritch
Too bad money can’t buy you a personality
I’d buy one for you
You’re so ducking lame

[Chorus]
I’m not crazy you’re just boring
All your texts I’ll be ignoring
I’m not crazy you’re just boring
During six your partner’s snoring
I’m not crazy you’re just boring
All your texts I’ll be ignoring
I’m not crazy you’re just boring
During socks your partner’s snoring
I’m not crazy you’re just boring
All your texts I’ll be ignoring
I’m not crazy you’re just boring
During socks your partner’s snoring

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“Boring” was first performed by Lil Mariko and Full Tac on their set on Dorian Electra’s Twitch stream celebrating the release of their 2nd album ‘'My Agenda’‘.

On March 18th Lil Mariko confirmed the two unreleased songs they performed will be released soon:

“SIMP” and “Boring” will be out soon, don’t worry, I didn’t forget about them lol
— ♡ LIL MARIKO ♡真莉子♡ (@katmarikoz) March 18, 2021

“Boring” later got released on July 16th alongside a music video

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Credits

Featuring

Full Tac

Producer

Full Tac

Writers

Full Tac & Lil Mariko

Label

Four Loko Records

Vocals

Lil Mariko

Released on

July 16, 2021

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