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Proverbs Of Hell
Written by Dope Jams Admin   
Thursday, 13 November 2008

 

 

The End...

 

In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.

Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead.

The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.

Prudence is a rich ugly old maid courted by Incapacity.

He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence.

The cut worm forgives the plow.

Dip him in the river who loves water.

A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees.

He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.

Eternity is in love with the productions of time.

The busy bee has no time for sorrow.

The hours of folly are measur'd by the clock, but of wisdom: no clock can measure.

All wholsom food is caught without a net or a trap.

Bring out number weight & measure in a year of dearth.

No bird soars too high. if he soars with his own wings.

A dead body, revenges not injuries.

The most sublime act is to set another before you.

If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise

Folly is the cloke of knavery.

Shame is Prides cloke.

Prisons are built with stones of Law, Brothels with bricks of Religion.

The pride of the peacock is the glory of God.

The lust of the goat is the bounty of God.

The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God.

The nakedness of woman is the work of God.

Excess of sorrow laughs. Excess of joy weeps.

The roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of the stormy sea,and the destructive sword, are portions of eternity too great for the eye ofman.

The fox condemns the trap, not himself.

Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth.

Let man wear the fell of the lion. woman the fleece of the sheep.

The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship.

The selfish smiling fool. & the sullen frowning fool, shall be both though wise. that they may be a rod.

What is now proved was once, only imagin'd.

The rat, the mouse, the fox, the rabbet; watch the roots, the lion, the tyger, the horse, the elephant, watch the fruits.

The cistern contains: the fountain overflows

One thought. fills immensity.

Always be ready to speak your mind, and a base man will avoid you.

Every thing possible to be believ'd is an image of truth.

The eagle never lost so much time. as when he submitted to learn of the crow.

The fox provides for himself, but God provides for the lion.

Think in the morning, Act in the noon, Eat in the evening, Sleep in the night.

He who has suffered you to impose on him knows you.

As the plow follows words, so God rewards prayers.

The tygers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction

Expect poison from the standing water.

You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.

Listen to the fools reproach! it is a kingly title!

The eyes of fire, the nostrils of air, the mouth of water, the beard of earth.

The weak in courage is strong in cunning.

The apple tree never asks the beech how he shall grow, nor the lion, the horse; how he shall take his prey.

The thankful reciever bears a plentiful harvest.

If others had not been foolish, we should be so.

The soul of sweet delight. can never be defil'd,

When thou seest an Eagle, thou seest a portion of Genius. lift up thy head!

As the catterpiller chooses the fairest leaves to layer her eggs on, so the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys.

To create a little flower is the labour of ages.

Damn, braces: Bless relaxes.

The best wine is the oldest. the best water the newest.

Prayers plow not! Praises reap not!

Joys laugh not! Sorrows weep not!

The head Sublime, the heart Pathos, the genitals Beauty, the hands & feet Proportion.

As the air to a bird or the sea to a fish, so is contempt to the contemptible.

The crow wish'd every thing was black, the owl, that every thing was white.

Exuberance is Beauty.

If the lion was advised by the fox. he would be cunning.

Improvement makes strait roads, but the crooked roads without Improvement, are roads of Genius.

Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires

Where man is not nature is barren.

Truth can never be told so as to be understood, and not be believ'd.

Enough! or Too much. - William Blake

 



Last Updated ( Tuesday, 25 November 2008 )
 
Reassembling Hope
Written by Paul Nickerson   
Monday, 03 November 2008

There is one word that can have us floating 60 million miles above the clouds, where Larry Levan holds court daily, where Basquiat, Picasso and Dali spend their days painting forecasts of lands still to be explored and where Jimi Hendrix silently prepares for Jimmy Page's arrival - this same word can take one into the center of the lake of fire, a word so powerful one can pursue it with the hope that his peers will take to his example, a word so earth shattering in its non-realization that sight can become blurred, one's heartbeat can run in broken time and what is thought to be the quiet warm flood that is death can be its only synonym.
 
This word is also the most underused in our modern day vocabulary.  A word thought of as a hindrance, a remnant of a time before the savior of technology.  A word we can now clone the appearance of without all the backbreaking work. It is a word we are taught as children, the likes of what we are to strive for with every waking breath. Unfortunately, that which we do not repeat and exercise, we forget.
 
This word will not appear as a slogan for the fellow who you now think is going to realign your existence after your vote on Tuesday, this word is not change.  This word isn't simply fueled by you thinking about it, this word requires action, it requires repeatance of the same action, it requires you to fall, to fall again and after that to fall once more and then it requires nothing more of you then to get up and NOT alter your intention and rigorously continue your pursuit. It however is not a solitary pursuit for this word as it is one of the most charismatic in the dictionary, it's syllables must only be heard - the proper pronunciation mirroring the heavenly voices of angels descending on you as they make parallel all those who hear their songs.  This word is not in Latin, Church Slavonic, Avestan, Coptic or Ge'ez nor is it the catalyst of whatever hip dialect you are forging as the background of your new personality, it is not in Yoruban, Japanese or Patois.
 
You ask what it is, and I reply quite simply, P O S S I B I L T Y .

 

Last Updated ( Tuesday, 25 November 2008 )