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    April 26

    The Seventh Word

    First the A vogal it's the begin
    starts a cicle of life
    second the consonant B its the God relationship
    continues the great mistery and miracle of love
    third without a C the son don´t exists
    if one or more these elements are living alone
    sadness, lonelyness the memories makes a deep pain
    the alphabet runs up to S and stops
    freeze the vogal and consonant
    its writes in the mind an impossible return
    a tears' oceans appears
    First the A vogal its the begin
    without B i feel saudades
    and the B and C are you

    To Stephen and all Flying Monkeys Menbers With Love

    JouElam,27-04-2008

    "In his book In Portugal of 1912, A.F.G Bell writes:

    The famous saudade of the Portuguese is a vague and constant desire for something that does not and probably cannot exist, for something other than the present, a turning towards the past or towards the future; not an active discontent or poignant sadness but an indolent dreaming wistfulness.

    Saudade is different from nostalgia (the English word, that is). In nostalgia, one has a mixed happy and sad feeling, a memory of happiness but a sadness for its impossible return and sole existence in the past. Saudade is like nostalgia but with the hope that what is being longed for might return, even if that return is unlikely or so distant in the future to be almost of no consequence to the present. One might make a strong analogy with nostalgia as a feeling one has for a loved one who has died and saudade as a feeling one has for a loved one who has disappeared or is simply currently absent. Nostalgia is located in the past and is somewhat conformist while saudade is very present, anguishing, anxious and extends into the future.

    For instance, the phrases "Tenho saudades tuas" (literally, "I have 'saudade' for you") and "Eu sinto a tua falta" ("I feel your absence") would each be translated into English as "I miss you" — both "falta" and "saudade" are translated as "missing." However, these two statements carry very different sentiments in Portuguese. The first sentence is never told to anyone in person, but the second can be. For example, The first would be said to someone who has been away for sometime, it would be said over the phone or written in a letter. The second would be said by someone who has divorced, or whose partner is not usually at home, and would be said personally.

    Some say that the ultimate form of saudade is one felt towards people and things whose whereabouts are unknown in regards to any of the following things or circumstances:

    ·        Old ways and sayings

    ·        A lost lover

    ·        A far away place where one was raised

    ·        One lover sadly missing another

    ·        Loved ones who have passed away

    ·        Feelings and stimuli one used to have but has tired of

    ·        One's youth

    Although it relates to feelings of melancholy and fond memories of things/people/days gone by, it can be a rush of sadness coupled with a paradoxical joy derived from acceptance of fate and the hope of recovering or substituting what is lost by something that will either fill in the void or provide consolation.

    One of the best descriptions of the word saudade was made by Chico Buarque de Hollanda on his song Pedaço de mim, when he says. "saudade é arrumar o quarto do filho que já morreu." which roughly translates to "saudade is to tidy the bedroom of a son who has already died."

    (in Wikipédia)

     

        

    CAN'T FIND MY WAY HOME.  Author Steve Winwood.  1969  BLIND FAITH.

    Come down off your throne
    And leave your body alone
    Somebody must change
    You are the reason
    I've been waiting so long
    Somebody holds the key
    Well, I'm near the end and I just ain't got the time
    And, I'm wasted and I can't find my way home

    Come down on your own
    And leave your money at home
    Somebody must change
    You are the reason
    I've been waiting all these years
    Somebody holds the key
    I'm near the end, and I just ain't got the time
    Oh, and I'm wasted, and I can't find my way home

    Ooow, ooow, ooow... But I can't find my way home
    Ooow, ooow, ooow... But I can't find my way home
    Ooow, ooow, ooow... But I can't find my way home
    Ooow, ooow, ooow... But I can't find my way home
    Still, I can't find my way home
    And, I ain't done nothing wrong
    But, I can't find my way home

    SAUDADE

     

     

     

    April 22

    Ode To Mother Nature on Earth Day

    God has many faces and regardless of how you view God or whether "God" is just some higher power you feel is at the center of all things in the universe, this poem sums up the greatness of one of "God's" finest creations...the almighty tree. The words are serene, yet powerful.  Their simplicity is captivating and timeless. The message is clear...everyday is a day to be in awe of nature and that our home, our planet deserves our respect and tender loving care.
     
    TREES

    by: Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)

                I think that I shall never see

        A poem lovely as a tree.
         
        A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
        Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
         
        A tree that looks at God all day,
        And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
         
        A tree that may in Summer wear
        A nest of robins in her hair;
         
        Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
        Who intimately lives with rain.
         
        Poems are made by fools like me,
        But only God can make a tree.

    Contributed by Red >^.^< Kitten

    April 15

    Are You Green?

    Regardless of what political philosophy best suits you and your lifestyle, the problem of global warming effects everyone who calls Earth their home.  This is a real crisis that we no longer can ignore.  All those tomorrows we've always talked about have finally vanished.  Tomorrow is today and the time is NOW to take a stand and to make a difference. Below is a list of ways each person can go "green" and help our planet survive. It was "borrowed" from An Inconvenient Truth, a documentary I highly recommend:
     
    Buy energy-saving appliances.
    Look for the “ENERGY STAR” label when you shop. Visit www.energystar.gov for more information.

    Install efficient shower heads.
    Or at least clean your older shower head to help reduce carbon dioxide emissions and water use.

    Lower the temperature in your hot water tank to 120 degrees.

    Insulate your home, hot water heater, and all water pipes.

    Recycle cans, bottles, paper, plastic, and newspapers to reduce carbon dioxide emissions. If your community doesn’t offer recycling services, request them.

    Buy products that are made of recycled materials.
    Including recycled paper for your printer.

    Keep car tires inflated.
    This cuts down on fuel costs, unnecessary emissions, and lengthens the life of your tires.

    If buying a new car, invest in a hybrid.
    If you live in a city and do a lot of stop-and-go driving, the new hybrids are a great way to help cut back on emissions.

    Plant deciduous trees around your home to increase shade and lower carbon amounts. Reforestation – even in your own back yard – is one of the best ways to balance your personal emissions.

    Invest in “Green Power” for electricity in your home.
    See www.epa.gov/greenpower for more information.

    Go to http://yosemite.epa.gov/oar/globalwarming.nsf/content/ActionsIndividual.html for more information about what individuals can do to make a difference in the environment.

    Contributed by Red >^.^< Kitten

     

    Who is the most genius?

    "I was always anarchist and monarchist also." Yes, Dali was... I had written a book critique about Salvador Dali's autobiography in 1995. About a genius person and his life. Of course a life of a genius will be different all of the others. Especially, if he is an artist. I will share some sections with you from that essay:
     
    It is Dali's diary. The big crazy, genius, enthusiastic surrealist Salvador Dali had written all about his life in it. Every kind of inspiration, hump, his wife Gala, aesthetics, ethics, philosophy, biology etc... Michel Daon is saying in introduction like that: "He is sensible about his genius. And this feeling is putting him at ease as usual. (...) This diary is a collosal art. Unprovided with humility but sincere. The writer is giving away his secrets with an unlimited humour, with pomp and circumstance, with a brazen arrogance."
     
    Dali is not an ordinary student in his childhood. Sometimes he had made an impression ineducable fool, sometimes he had felt a big desire and stability for his lessons. The first brick which had fallen on his head is Nietzsche. This brick had appalled him. "What?!.." "Is God dead?!.." He had began to read Thus Spoke Zarathustra and comes to this decision in just the second day: "Nietzsche was a powerless man as much as to become insane. However, the basic principle is not to lose wits in the world. And this ideas had become the basic principles of his life: "The difference between an insane and me is that I am not insane."
     
     
     
    The left picture is Face of Mae West (1935), the right one is also, Gala. "Super woman" Gala is Dali's "superman". He believes that she is his fate. I found some photos in internet about Gala, Dali and his artistic works. Dali had painted Mae West's portrait. I looked at that portrait and influenced so much. When I apposed Mae West and Gala, my hair stood on end. Do you see the same with me? There is an interesting similarity. As if a weird mutation...
     
    There are three genius in this page. Guess who is the most genius?
     
       
     
     
     
    April 13

    Talking about Welcome To The Flying Monkeys Home For The Future

     

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    Welcome To The Flying Monkeys Home For The Future
    Thank you Karen for a shot in the arm.  http://abnorms.spaces.live.com 
    Thank all of you for being.   I have been away from the Flying Monkeys because of ills and bills and tedious day to day stuff.  Nothing worthy of note.  I am calling on the Flying Monkeys to fire up this space.  We did it once and we can do it again.  Out of the ash and into the light as it were.  Rather like a flow that evolves for the betterment.     
     
    As ever be well.  Thank you!  With love,  Stephen Craig Rowe