Sunday, April 4, 2010

Thousands join in

Phil Hunter

Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail.
-- John Donne

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  1. Donne's words seem to match fit and mold to this very man himself -- Hunter is a solid man

  2. One of my favorite poems is a famous Donne sonnet:

    DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee
    Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,
    For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
    Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
    From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
    Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
    And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
    Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
    Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
    And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
    And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
    And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;
    One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
    And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.

    I watched the end of The Last Samurai yesterday. It fits here.

  3. Would to join him once his hairy chest grows back!


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