Atmospheric Disturbances
Read the last chapter: CONCLUSIONS AND FUTURE WORK
The lines are
Content
An accomplished film:
"If I had the appearance and character of Rema, and if it were a man, consider a career discolored hair, wearing a green scarf, prepare spice teas or walk on a (somewhat) unstable high heels you can Do give more to the world? [...] On one occasion Rema complained of feeling disoriented and strange, and said he was born in the wrong time and should be considered professional enough up in the morning and be her "
Tom Waits:
He asked me what I want take or drink before leaving me alone, sitting on a velvet sofa cushions packed with tassels. Everything was old and I resisted the velvet based on patches. Perhaps Rema had touched those things, I thought, as if to collect his footsteps, but I remembered something you found. I'm in your pocket -the lyrics of a song that sings the Rema- huddled in a dollar, your watch chain around the neck . I patted the sofa upholstery softened thinking fine corduroy grooves.
Play Tom Waits Barcarolle
A neologism:
-Leo, I do not know where you are. Nobody knows where you are. You answer the phone. You left your patients. Is not it weird? Do not you took the mind? -Say "occupies the mind" instead of "concern" was a carefully Remaismo . Rema had long since I did not, except when I was very tired.
WB Yeats:
And I heard the voice of my companion, imitation of my colleague, saying: "... but also tiring to pretend all the little details when I'm with him, it's as if it could be me ... I know he's right, I know I should not have left out or even an hour ... now I'm worried and I feel terrible ... I wanted to know who had been sending messages, but you are right ... I want to be with him ... let me poems on the kitchen table ... and I bought special fruit ... and say things like 'the sickening slum my heart' ... and I love to sleep with his head on his chest.
The Circus Animals' Desertion
I
I sought a theme and sought for it in vain, I sought
it daily for six weeks or so.
Maybe at last, But Being a broken man,
I must be satisfied with my heart, although Winter and summer till
old age
Began Were All My circus animals on show, Those stilted boys
, That burnished chariot, Lion and
woman and the Lord knows what.
II
But What can I enumerate old themes, First
That sea-rider Oisin led by the nose
Through three enchanted islands, allegorical dreams,
Vain gaiety, vain battle, vain repose,
Themes of the embittered heart, or so it seems,
That might adorn old songs or courtly shows;
But what cared I that set him on to ride,
I, starved for the bosom of his faery bride.
And then a counter-truth filled out its play,
'The Countess Cathleen' was the name I gave it;
She, pity-crazed, had given her soul away,
But masterful Heaven had intervened to save it.
I thought my dear must her own soul destroy
So did fanaticism and hate enslave it,
And this brought forth a dream and soon enough
This dream itself had all my thought and love.
And when the Fool and Blind Man stole the bread
Cuchulain fought the ungovernable sea;
Heart-mysteries there, and yet when all is said
It was the dream itself enchanted me:
Character isolated by a deed
To engross the present and dominate memory.
Players and painted stage took all my love,
And not those things that they were emblems of.
III
Those masterful images because complete
Grew in pure mind, but out of what began?
A mound of refuse or the sweepings of a street,
Old kettles, old bottles, and a broken can,
Old iron, old bones, old rags, that raving slut
Who keeps the till. Now that my ladder's gone,
I must lie down where all the ladders start In the foul
rag and bone shop of the heart.
The first moment: Leo
Rema discovered a Hungarian bakery in the winter. In the distance he sees a Row from the area, to observe note that herbal teas always asked and he 'liked to see how attempting to tip the small metal teapot without spilling anything, which was not easy, since almost all angles the path of the water seeping through the tip and wet the table. Rema the dried with a napkin, got up and asked for more napkins. " Leo so that y 'gait somewhat awkward and then loved her. "
The simulation also describes Leo Rema in the flat in which he knows first hand the idiosyncrasies of Rema:
know many details of yours, when you feel like half a melon and a spoon and eat it all, and read magazines while you brush your teeth, and you throw the socks for no reason when they are in perfect condition. Really you do not like anyone but I sometimes [...] I like to think that all this knowledge I have of you, it all means something (215)
Read the last chapter: CONCLUSIONS AND FUTURE WORK
The lines are
Content
An accomplished film:
"If I had the appearance and character of Rema, and if it were a man, consider a career discolored hair, wearing a green scarf, prepare spice teas or walk on a (somewhat) unstable high heels you can Do give more to the world? [...] On one occasion Rema complained of feeling disoriented and strange, and said he was born in the wrong time and should be considered professional enough up in the morning and be her "
Tom Waits:
He asked me what I want take or drink before leaving me alone, sitting on a velvet sofa cushions packed with tassels. Everything was old and I resisted the velvet based on patches. Perhaps Rema had touched those things, I thought, as if to collect his footsteps, but I remembered something you found. I'm in your pocket -the lyrics of a song that sings the Rema- huddled in a dollar, your watch chain around the neck . I patted the sofa upholstery softened thinking fine corduroy grooves.
Play Tom Waits Barcarolle
A neologism:
-Leo, I do not know where you are. Nobody knows where you are. You answer the phone. You left your patients. Is not it weird? Do not you took the mind? -Say "occupies the mind" instead of "concern" was a carefully Remaismo . Rema had long since I did not, except when I was very tired.
WB Yeats:
And I heard the voice of my companion, imitation of my colleague, saying: "... but also tiring to pretend all the little details when I'm with him, it's as if it could be me ... I know he's right, I know I should not have left out or even an hour ... now I'm worried and I feel terrible ... I wanted to know who had been sending messages, but you are right ... I want to be with him ... let me poems on the kitchen table ... and I bought special fruit ... and say things like 'the sickening slum my heart' ... and I love to sleep with his head on his chest.
The Circus Animals' Desertion
I
I sought a theme and sought for it in vain, I sought
it daily for six weeks or so.
Maybe at last, But Being a broken man,
I must be satisfied with my heart, although Winter and summer till
old age
Began Were All My circus animals on show, Those stilted boys
, That burnished chariot, Lion and
woman and the Lord knows what.
II
But What can I enumerate old themes, First
That sea-rider Oisin led by the nose
Through three enchanted islands, allegorical dreams,
Vain gaiety, vain battle, vain repose,
Themes of the embittered heart, or so it seems,
That might adorn old songs or courtly shows;
But what cared I that set him on to ride,
I, starved for the bosom of his faery bride.
And then a counter-truth filled out its play,
'The Countess Cathleen' was the name I gave it;
She, pity-crazed, had given her soul away,
But masterful Heaven had intervened to save it.
I thought my dear must her own soul destroy
So did fanaticism and hate enslave it,
And this brought forth a dream and soon enough
This dream itself had all my thought and love.
And when the Fool and Blind Man stole the bread
Cuchulain fought the ungovernable sea;
Heart-mysteries there, and yet when all is said
It was the dream itself enchanted me:
Character isolated by a deed
To engross the present and dominate memory.
Players and painted stage took all my love,
And not those things that they were emblems of.
III
Those masterful images because complete
Grew in pure mind, but out of what began?
A mound of refuse or the sweepings of a street,
Old kettles, old bottles, and a broken can,
Old iron, old bones, old rags, that raving slut
Who keeps the till. Now that my ladder's gone,
I must lie down where all the ladders start In the foul
rag and bone shop of the heart.
The first moment: Leo
Rema discovered a Hungarian bakery in the winter. In the distance he sees a Row from the area, to observe note that herbal teas always asked and he 'liked to see how attempting to tip the small metal teapot without spilling anything, which was not easy, since almost all angles the path of the water seeping through the tip and wet the table. Rema the dried with a napkin, got up and asked for more napkins. " Leo so that y 'gait somewhat awkward and then loved her. "
The simulation also describes Leo Rema in the flat in which he knows first hand the idiosyncrasies of Rema:
know many details of yours, when you feel like half a melon and a spoon and eat it all, and read magazines while you brush your teeth, and you throw the socks for no reason when they are in perfect condition. Really you do not like anyone but I sometimes [...] I like to think that all this knowledge I have of you, it all means something (215)
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