The Aerie, the Abyss and the Feisty Fräulein of Elitist and Populist
Came across two poem by Lord Alfred Tennyson today — a majestic creature that roams the heaven and the mythological cephalopod of the pelagic Cthulhu’s R’lyeh.
Inspiring, at least in the early dazed state after the holiday slumber.
Tony Buzan recites THE EAGLE by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (practices Aikido, plays chess, mind maps the poem and haiku) — Motivating #BFMradio
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The Eagle: A Fragment
He clasps the crag with hooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring’d with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
— Alfred Tennyson (1809–1892), British poet. First published in 1851.
Feeling high and low, in the midst of insomniac stupor — the Cthulhu-like creature sleep: That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons even death may die.
Below the thunders of the upper deep;
Far, far beneath in the abysmal sea,
His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep
The Kraken sleepeth.
— Alfred Tennyson (1809–1892), British poet. Poems, Chiefly Lyrical “The Kraken”.
Well, hello there Miss M.
How’s Siem Reap — more importantly how’s life?
That little bird of Re-Tweet sure foul the fowl innit? Ah, run along now — my favourite fräulein of joie de vivre — I’m no where near your sanctum sanctorum (of good eat, good id and good sleep — ah, sleep).
Looking cute, au naturel — the hair, that is.