[inspiration overdose :: 25/12/09]

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super inspirational work from around dA:
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other inspirational bits and pieces from around the net:
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[Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night].

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

--Dylan Thomas

>> www.poemhunter.com/poem/do-not… <<

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[I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud].

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed---and gazed---but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

--William Wordsworth

>> www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-wand… <<

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"Among us, there are those who are not among us."
--The Limits of Control. (movie; 2009)

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Thank you all for inspiring the hell out of me! Cheers!

-- Yousef Alshaikh :: TheQine :: 2009 --




OLDER POSTS:

[monograph of personal works :: updated 18/01/10] @ >> theqine.deviantart.com/journal… <<

[an overdose of inspiration :: 07/01/10] @ >> theqine.deviantart.com/journal… <<
[an overdose of inspiration :: 03/01/10] @ >> theqine.deviantart.com/journal… <<
[an overdose of inspiration :: 29/12/09] @ >> theqine.deviantart.com/journal… <<
[an overdose of inspiration :: 25/12/09] @ >> theqine.deviantart.com/journal… <<
[an overdose of inspiration :: 22/12/09] @ >> theqine.deviantart.com/journal… <<
[an overdose of inspiration :: 19/12/09] @ >> theqine.deviantart.com/journal… <<


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