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"Personal note: When I was a little kid my mother told me not to stare into the sun. So once when I was six, I did. At first the brightness was overwhelming, but I had seen that before. I kept looking, forcing myself not to blink, and then the brightness began to dissolve. My pupils shrunk to pinholes and everything came into focus and for a moment I understood. The doctors didn't know if my eyes would ever heal."
-Pi
Found one on a very disturbing website:
It was in the thicket of the Artois Wood.
Deep in the trees, on blood-soaked ground,
Lay stretched a wounded German warrior,
And his cries rang out in the night.
In vain ... no echo answered his plea ...
Will he bleed to death like a beast,
That shot in the gut dies alone?
Then suddenly ...
Heavy steps approach from the right
He hears how they stamp on the forest floor ...
And new hope springs from his soul.
And now from the left ...
And now from both sides ...
Two men approach his miserable bed
A German it is, and a Frenchman.
And each watches the other with distrustful glance,
And threatening they aim their weapons.
The German warrior asks:
"What do you do here?"
"I was touched by the needy one's call for help."
"It's your enemy!"
"It is a man who suffers."
And both, wordless, lowered their weapons.
Then entwined their hands
And, with muscles tensed, carefully lifted
The wounded warrior, as if on a stretcher,
And carried him through the woods.
'Til they came to the German outposts.
"Now it is over. He will get good care."
And the Frenchman turns back toward the woods.
But the German grasps for his hand,
Looks, moved, into sorrow-dimmed eyes
And says to him with earnest foreboding:
"I know not what fate holds for us,
Which inscrutably rules in the stars.
Perhaps I shall fall, a victim of your bullet.
Maybe mine will fell you on the sand —
For indifferent is the chance of battles.
Yet, however it may be and whatever may come:
We lived these sacred hours,
Where man found himself in man ...
And now, farewell! And God be with you!"
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"Personal note: When I was a little kid my mother told me not to stare into the sun. So once when I was six, I did. At first the brightness was overwhelming, but I had seen that before. I kept looking, forcing myself not to blink, and then the brightness began to dissolve. My pupils shrunk to pinholes and everything came into focus and for a moment I understood. The doctors didn't know if my eyes would ever heal."
-Pi
Be Reminded - Hitler
When your mother has grown older,
When her dear, faithful eyes
No longer see life as they once did,
When her feet, grown tired,
No longer want to carry her as she walks,
Then lend her your arm in support, escort her with happy pleasure—
the hour will come when, weeping, you must accompany her on her final walk.
And if she asks you something, then give her an answer.
And if she asks again, then speak!
And if she asks yet again, respond to her, not impatiently, but with gentle calm.
And if she cannot understand you properly, explain all to her happily.
The hour will come, the bitter hour, when her mouth asks for nothing more.
This one apparently appeared in a German newspaper in 1933. I got it off wikipedia, and it provided a link to a biography (not a pro-Hitler one) on goolge books that discussed the poem. So, this one, albeit bad, is apparently authentic.
"If the national mental illness of the United States is megalomania, that of Canada is paranoid schizophrenia."
- Margaret Atwood
Interesting, albeit macabre, thread.
A quote attributed to Gore Vidal that I came across a few years ago [that still amuses me] might serve well in this thread:
"Write something, even if it's just a suicide note."
Now while I'm sure? that this was stated only to inspire one to write, it does give me pause to wonder if some poor writer has been struggling all his/her days perfecting the ultimate suicide note.
tailor
who am I but a stitch in time
what if I were to bare my soul
would you see me origami
7-8-2015
Rubbish.
Unless of course someone forced open their mouth and poured liquor down their throat.
People do willfully drink themselves to death. Frequently.
(Just came to mind, the great saxophonist Lester Young...)
(Also Jim Morrison--who was quite a good poet...)
They all went on a drinking binge prior to death à la Leaving Las Vegas.
Last edited by Sebas. Melmoth; 05-13-2010 at 08:16 AM.
By that logic those who die of lung cancer, committed suicide due to having made the conscious discussion to smoke in their youth. Furthermore those dying due to cholesterol and obesity issues all committed suicide as they chose to eat unhealthily in their lives. Heck by that logic most deaths are suicides.
I mean I smoke and drink and eat, and I know down the line it may get ugly, but its no where near the discussion of willfully ending your life in an immediate manner.
I believe you confuse irresponsibility and a form of hedonism with the willful conscious decision to end ones life immediately, which is suicide.
i agree with this post - ie, just because you engage in dangerous activities, does not mean you have committed suicide
if it were so, then we could accuse all skydiving deaths of being suicides, or jet pilots who do aerial stunts, or race car drivers. They might know that these things could result in death - but they are not suicides
Well, let's make it a consensus!
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Go to work, get married, have some kids, pay your taxes, pay your bills, watch your tv, follow fashion, act normal, obey the law and repeat after me: "I am free."
Anon
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