Re: Shelley - 07/08/01 05:24 PM
Dear Max: I took a look at Shelley's bio in encyclopedia. He was expelled from Oxford at the end of one year because of a publication "The Necessity of Atheism". I wonder how the ideas so shocking then would sound today
P.S. Does his middle name "Bysshe" rhyme with "fish"?.
P.S. Does his middle name "Bysshe" rhyme with "fish"?.
Re: Shelley - 07/08/01 06:05 PM
I wonder how the ideas so shocking then would sound today
Well, in the US at least, religion is stronger than ever. Bush the Elder even said that atheists were inherently un-American (even though many of the founders were more or less atheists.)
I think Bysshe is pronounced with a long "i" sound.
Well, in the US at least, religion is stronger than ever. Bush the Elder even said that atheists were inherently un-American (even though many of the founders were more or less atheists.)
I think Bysshe is pronounced with a long "i" sound.
Re: Shelley - 07/08/01 06:34 PM
Since my definition of 'American', the one the founding fathers attempted to protect
, has nothing to do with religion (in theory), atheists being un-American is more or less BS.
The only reason religion is more widespread (not "stronger" as you may suggest) is the increase in folks and peoples who claim to be religious... not actually understand or follow the doctorines to which they have defaulted.
Thanks for the poem Max... I feel all warm and fuzzy inside!
, has nothing to do with religion (in theory), atheists being un-American is more or less BS.The only reason religion is more widespread (not "stronger" as you may suggest) is the increase in folks and peoples who claim to be religious... not actually understand or follow the doctorines to which they have defaulted.
Thanks for the poem Max... I feel all warm and fuzzy inside!
Re: Shelley - 07/08/01 07:13 PM
Dear musick: better to be warm on the inside;, but fuzzy on the outside.
Re: Shelley - 07/09/01 01:22 AM
A favorite P.B. Shelley quote: "I fall upon the thorns of life, I bleed!"
Re: Shelley - 07/09/01 02:47 PM
"To every man conscience is a God."
Re: Shelley - 07/09/01 03:02 PM
"To every man conscience is a God."
Not every man has a conscience, or if he has one heeds it.
Not every man has a conscience, or if he has one heeds it.
Re: Shelley - 07/09/01 03:06 PM
Personally, I prefer his wife's writings ... 
Re: Shelley - 07/09/01 04:05 PM
Personally, I prefer his milkman's... 
Re: Shelley - 07/09/01 08:43 PM
Don't you mean that his wife preferred his mil ... nah!
Re: Shelley - 07/09/01 09:50 PM
"To every man conscience is a God."
According the the encyclopedia, it seems that Shelley's conscience was a bit less than God-like. He left his first wife (reasons not stated) and three weeks after she apparently committed suicide by drowning, married the author of "Frankenstein" with whom he apparently had had an intimate relationship about two years.
According the the encyclopedia, it seems that Shelley's conscience was a bit less than God-like. He left his first wife (reasons not stated) and three weeks after she apparently committed suicide by drowning, married the author of "Frankenstein" with whom he apparently had had an intimate relationship about two years.
Re: Shelley - 07/10/01 04:14 AM
YOU AND ME AND P.B. SHELLEY
by Ogden Nash
What is life? Life is stepping down a step or sitting in a chair,
And it isn't there.
Life is not having been told the man has just waxed the
floor,
It is pulling doors marked PUSH and pushing doors marked
PULL and not noticing notices which say PLEASE USE
OTHER DOOR.
It is when you diagnose a sore throat as an unprepared
geopgraphy lesson and send your child weeping to school
only to be returned an hour later covered with spots that
are indubitably genuine,
It is a concert with a trombone soloist filling in for Yehudi
Menuhin.
Were it not for frustration and humiliation
I suppose the human race would get ideas above its station.
Somebody once described Shelley as a beautiful and ineffective
angel beating his luminous wings against the
void in vain,
Which is certainly describing with might and main,
But probably means that we are all brothers under our pelts,
And Shelley went around pulling doors marked PUSH and
pushing doors marked PULL just like everybody else.
(c) Ogden Nash 1948
by Ogden Nash
What is life? Life is stepping down a step or sitting in a chair,
And it isn't there.
Life is not having been told the man has just waxed the
floor,
It is pulling doors marked PUSH and pushing doors marked
PULL and not noticing notices which say PLEASE USE
OTHER DOOR.
It is when you diagnose a sore throat as an unprepared
geopgraphy lesson and send your child weeping to school
only to be returned an hour later covered with spots that
are indubitably genuine,
It is a concert with a trombone soloist filling in for Yehudi
Menuhin.
Were it not for frustration and humiliation
I suppose the human race would get ideas above its station.
Somebody once described Shelley as a beautiful and ineffective
angel beating his luminous wings against the
void in vain,
Which is certainly describing with might and main,
But probably means that we are all brothers under our pelts,
And Shelley went around pulling doors marked PUSH and
pushing doors marked PULL just like everybody else.
(c) Ogden Nash 1948
Re: Shelley - 07/10/01 01:51 PM
In his later years Mr. Nash lived on the NH seacoast and could often be seen at the neighborhood lunch counter swapping stories with the locals.
A short Nash poem: The Turtle
The turtle lives 'twixt plated decks
Which practically conceal its sex.
I think it clever of the turtle
In such a fix to be so fertile.
http://www.westegg.com/nash/ fo a selection of his poems.Ogden Nash is one of my favorite poets. Always good for a smile or a laugh and a good antidote for a blue day.
A short Nash poem: The Turtle
The turtle lives 'twixt plated decks
Which practically conceal its sex.
I think it clever of the turtle
In such a fix to be so fertile.
http://www.westegg.com/nash/ fo a selection of his poems.Ogden Nash is one of my favorite poets. Always good for a smile or a laugh and a good antidote for a blue day.