http://tololy.com/2006/05/28/crafting-the-word/ Thu, 04 Dec 2008 22:56:55 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=MU hourly 1 http://tololy.com/2006/05/28/crafting-the-word/#comment-4782 eyad Tue, 30 May 2006 05:03:51 +0000 http://www.tololy.com/2006/05/28/crafting-the-word/#comment-4782 <p>Hi,</p> <p>this is a great post! i really donno why, i think its genuin, excuse my words, language, :)</p> <p></p> <p>Hi,</p>
<p>this is a great post! i really donno why, i think its genuin, excuse my words, language, :)</p>
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]]> http://tololy.com/2006/05/28/crafting-the-word/#comment-4781 Devil's Mind Sun, 28 May 2006 20:23:12 +0000 http://www.tololy.com/2006/05/28/crafting-the-word/#comment-4781 Personally, I prefer clear, straight to the point, yet smart language... I mean, language -for me- is a tool to convey ideas and communicate, so the main goal is the idea rather than the language itself!! Thats why i dont like peotry and similar stuff, because such literate productions put language, melody, and million other considerations before the idea itself, which defies the primary goal of language..<br /> Personally, I prefer clear, straight to the point, yet smart language… I mean, language -for me- is a tool to convey ideas and communicate, so the main goal is the idea rather than the language itself!! Thats why i dont like peotry and similar stuff, because such literate productions put language, melody, and million other considerations before the idea itself, which defies the primary goal of language..<br />

]]> http://tololy.com/2006/05/28/crafting-the-word/#comment-4780 Omar Barsawad Sun, 28 May 2006 12:57:03 +0000 http://www.tololy.com/2006/05/28/crafting-the-word/#comment-4780 <p>Very well said! And may I quote:</p> <p>“Watch your thoughts, for they become words.<br />Watch your words, for they become actions.<br />Watch your actions, for they become habits.<br />Watch your habits, for they become character.<br />Watch your character, for it becomes your destiny."</p> <p>Very well said! And may I quote:</p>
<p>“Watch your thoughts, for they become words.<br />Watch your words, for they become actions.<br />Watch your actions, for they become habits.<br />Watch your habits, for they become character.<br />Watch your character, for it becomes your destiny."</p>

]]> http://tololy.com/2006/05/28/crafting-the-word/#comment-4779 Yazan Sun, 28 May 2006 11:59:09 +0000 http://www.tololy.com/2006/05/28/crafting-the-word/#comment-4779 Wow,<br />brilliant...<br /><br />I definitley agree with the create ur own cliches.<br />ur obviously very skillful with words. kudos!<br /><br /><br /> Wow,<br />brilliant…<br /><br />I definitley agree with the create ur own cliches.<br />ur obviously very skillful with words. kudos!<br /><br /><br />

]]> http://tololy.com/2006/05/28/crafting-the-word/#comment-4778 Peter S. Sun, 28 May 2006 09:03:09 +0000 http://www.tololy.com/2006/05/28/crafting-the-word/#comment-4778 <p>For uncommon language, always turn to Thomas. :)</p> <p>Fern Hill<br />by: Dylan Thomas <br />&nbsp; <br />Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs<br />About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,<br />The night above the dingle starry,<br />Time let me hail and climb<br />Golden in the heydays of his eyes,<br />And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns<br />And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves<br />Trail with daisies and barley<br />Down the rivers of the windfall light.</p> <p>And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns<br />About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,<br />In the sun that is young once only,<br />Time let me play and be<br />Golden in the mercy of his means,<br />And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves<br />Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold,<br />And the sabbath rang slowly<br />In the pebbles of the holy streams.</p> <p>All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay<br />Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air<br />And playing, lovely and watery<br />And fire green as grass.<br />And nightly under the simple stars<br />As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,<br />All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars<br />Flying with the ricks, and the horses<br />Flashing into the dark.</p> <p>And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white<br />With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all<br />Shining, it was Adam and maiden,<br />The sky gathered again<br />And the sun grew round that very day.<br />So it must have been after the birth of the simple light<br />In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking warm<br />Out of the whinnying green stable<br />On to the fields of praise.</p> <p>And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house<br />Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long,<br />In the sun born over and over,<br />I ran my heedless ways,<br />My wishes raced through the house high hay<br />And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows<br />In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs<br />Before the children green and golden<br />Follow him out of grace.</p> <p>Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me<br />Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand,<br />In the moon that is always rising,<br />Nor that riding to sleep<br />I should hear him fly with the high fields<br />And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.<br />Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,<br />Time held me green and dying<br />Though I sang in my chains like the sea. <br />&nbsp; <br /></p> <p>For uncommon language, always turn to Thomas. :)</p>
<p>Fern Hill<br />by: Dylan Thomas <br />&nbsp; <br />Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs<br />About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,<br />The night above the dingle starry,<br />Time let me hail and climb<br />Golden in the heydays of his eyes,<br />And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns<br />And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves<br />Trail with daisies and barley<br />Down the rivers of the windfall light.</p>
<p>And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns<br />About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,<br />In the sun that is young once only,<br />Time let me play and be<br />Golden in the mercy of his means,<br />And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves<br />Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold,<br />And the sabbath rang slowly<br />In the pebbles of the holy streams.</p>
<p>All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay<br />Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air<br />And playing, lovely and watery<br />And fire green as grass.<br />And nightly under the simple stars<br />As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,<br />All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars<br />Flying with the ricks, and the horses<br />Flashing into the dark.</p>
<p>And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white<br />With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all<br />Shining, it was Adam and maiden,<br />The sky gathered again<br />And the sun grew round that very day.<br />So it must have been after the birth of the simple light<br />In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking warm<br />Out of the whinnying green stable<br />On to the fields of praise.</p>
<p>And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house<br />Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long,<br />In the sun born over and over,<br />I ran my heedless ways,<br />My wishes raced through the house high hay<br />And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows<br />In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs<br />Before the children green and golden<br />Follow him out of grace.</p>
<p>Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me<br />Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand,<br />In the moon that is always rising,<br />Nor that riding to sleep<br />I should hear him fly with the high fields<br />And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.<br />Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,<br />Time held me green and dying<br />Though I sang in my chains like the sea. <br />&nbsp; <br /></p>

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