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It is not logic, but certain glands, that condition vainglory.

aphorism by Valeriu Butulescu from Immensity of the Point, translated by Eva A. Ziem
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Condition Critical

Oh the tension's mounting
The pressure starts to show
All the men in haunting
Please don't let me go
(Don't go)
Try to free my body
(Don't go)
Try to strap me down
(Don't go)
These'll never break me
(Don't go)
Free wheel to look at me
Condition critical
I'm feeling physical
Condition critical
Now I'm really cynical
The bells they are ringing
Or is it in my head
My nerves numb understanding
I'm falling out of bed
(Don't go)
So call it paranoia
(Don't go)
I don't see it that way
(Let's go)
You say I adore ya
(Hell no)
We're gonna rock they way
Condition critical
I'm feeling physical
Condition critical
Now I'm really cynical
Ooh ooh
Whips and chains
Don't feel no pain
What's so wrong
I think I'm going out of my head
Over heels
I can't feel
No pain, only pleasure
Get me out
Take me home
Can't you see my condition
Woo-woo-woo
Condition
Condition
Condition critical, critical
Condition
Condition
Condition critical

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song performed by Quiet Riot
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Just Dropped In

To see what condition my condition was in)
(mickey newbury)
(yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in)
I woke up this mornin with the sundown shinin in
I found my mind in a brown paper bag within
I tripped on a cloud and fell-a eight miles high
I tore my mind on a jagged sky
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in
(yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in)
I pushed my soul in a deep dark hole and then I followed it in
I watched myself crawlin out as I was a-crawlin in
I got up so tight I couldnt unwind
I saw so much I broke my mind
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in
(yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in)
Someone painted april fool in big black letters on a dead end sign
I had my foot on the gas as I left the road and blew out my mind
Eight miles outta memphis and I got no spare
Eight miles straight up downtown somewhere
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in
I said I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in
Yeah yeah oh-yeah

song performed by Kenny Rogers
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Logic And Love

Logic And Love
(Feldman Chandler)
Love and logic just don't go together
Try to force it, you'll be trying forever
Why discuss it when you're missing the point
Girl
Forget the fakin' all I care is that you're
Chorus:
Making all the right moves
You're making all the moves that hit the spot
You're speaking only half-truths girl
Just tell me all the things I like a lot
Stop thinking you're much too intense
Don't even try to make love make sense
Don't even try to make love make sense
Don't even try to say we're just good friends
Logic and love clash in your head
You don't see reason you just see red
We could argue 'till you're blue in the face girl
The time you're taking is the time you could be
Repeat Chorus
I'm talking logic and love
I'm talking logic and love
Our scientific world demands that everything's
explained
You're an ultra-modern girl
But can't you see there's nothing to be gained
In analyzing love
You're making only false moves
But everything you do still hits the spot
And do you know what that proves girl
That love is far away the best we got, you know
The best of lovers don't have to be friends
Don't even try to make love make sense
Don't even try to make love make sense
Don't even try to say we're just good friends
Don't even try to make love make sense
Don't even try girl don't pretend
I'm talking logic and love
I'm talking logic and love
Logic and love
Logic and love

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Logic & Love

Logic and love
(feldman / chandler)
Love and logic just dont go together
Try to force it, youll be trying forever
Why discuss it when youre missing the point
Girl
Forget the fakin all I care is that youre
Chorus:
Making all the right moves
Youre making all the moves that hit the spot
Youre speaking only half-truths girl
Just tell me all the things I like a lot
Stop thinking youre much too intense
Dont even try to make love make sense
Dont even try to make love make sense
Dont even try to say were just good friends
Logic and love clash in your head
You dont see reason you just see red
We could argue till youre blue in the face girl
The time youre taking is the time you could be
Repeat chorus
Im talking logic and love
Im talking logic and love
Our scientific world demands that everythings
Explained
Youre an ultra-modern girl
But cant you see theres nothing to be gained
In analyzing love
Youre making only false moves
But everything you do still hits the spot
And do you know what that proves girl
That love is far away the best we got, you know
The best of lovers dont have to be friends
Dont even try to make love make sense
Dont even try to make love make sense
Dont even try to say were just good friends
Dont even try to make love make sense
Dont even try girl dont pretend
Im talking logic and love
Im talking logic and love
Logic and love
Logic and love

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The Interpretation of Nature and

I.

MAN, being the servant and interpreter of Nature, can do and understand so much and so much only as he has observed in fact or in thought of the course of nature: beyond this he neither knows anything nor can do anything.


II.

Neither the naked hand nor the understanding left to itself can effect much. It is by instruments and helps that the work is done, which are as much wanted for the understanding as for the hand. And as the instruments of the hand either give motion or guide it, so the instruments of the mind supply either suggestions for the understanding or cautions.

III.

Human knowledge and human power meet in one; for where the cause is not known the effect cannot be produced. Nature to be commanded must be obeyed; and that which in contemplation is as the cause is in operation as the rule.

IV.

Towards the effecting of works, all that man can do is to put together or put asunder natural bodies. The rest is done by nature working within.

V.

The study of nature with a view to works is engaged in by the mechanic, the mathematician, the physician, the alchemist, and the magician; but by all (as things now are) with slight endeavour and scanty success.

VI.

It would be an unsound fancy and self-contradictory to expect that things which have never yet been done can be done except by means which have never yet been tried.

VII.

The productions of the mind and hand seem very numerous in books and manufactures. But all this variety lies in an exquisite subtlety and derivations from a few things already known; not in the number of axioms.

VIII.

Moreover the works already known are due to chance and experiment rather than to sciences; for the sciences we now possess are merely systems for the nice ordering and setting forth of things already invented; not methods of invention or directions for new works.

IX.

The cause and root of nearly all evils in the sciences is this -- that while we falsely admire and extol the powers of the human mind we neglect to seek for its true helps.

X.

The subtlety of nature is greater many times over than the subtlety of the senses and understanding; so that all those specious meditations, speculations, and glosses in which men indulge are quite from the purpose, only there is no one by to observe it.

XI.

As the sciences which we now have do not help us in finding out new works, so neither does the logic which we now have help us in finding out new sciences.

XII.

The logic now in use serves rather to fix and give stability to the errors which have their foundation in commonly received notions than to help the search after truth. So it does more harm than good.

XIII.

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poem by Sir Francis Bacon
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Im In No Condition

Dont look at me with love in your eyes
Go look at somebody that can make it worthwhile
Im hurt from a love affair I didnt want in
Im in no condition to try to love again
Dont smile at me because its no use
cause I dont have a smile that I can give to you
Someday, you might look me up, but let me be till then
For Im in no condition to try to love again
Im in no condition to try to love again
Man I love just broke my heart
And it must have time to mend
He have me the breeze
Now hes gone with the wind
Im in no condition to try to love again
Im in no condition to try to love again
Man I love just broke my heart
And it must have time to mend
He have me the breeze
Now hes gone with the wind
Im in no condition to try to love again
No, Im in no condition to try to love again

song performed by Dolly Parton
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Worn Out Nervous Condition

Written by John Mellencamp
I'm in a worn out nervous condition over you
I'm in a worn out nervous condition over you
I thought we were having fun
We were walking in the sun baby me and you
Now you give me the cheek every time we kiss
And I don't know what to do so
Go ahead and break my heart
It's your time to break my heart
I'm in a worn out nervous condition over you
I heard the miracle in your voice
The miracle gave me no choice
What am I gonna do here by myself
I'm so afraid of being all by myself so
Go ahead and break my heart
It's your time to break my heart
I'm in a worn out nervous condition over you
I'm in a worn out nervous condition over you
Go ahead and break my heart
It's your time to break my heart
Go ahead and break my heart
It's your time to break my heart
I'm in a worn out nervous condition over you
I'm in a worn out nervous condition over you

song performed by John Mellencamp
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Logic suffers

Desire blurs the logic.
Passion wounds the logic.
Fear maims the logic.
Rage kills the logic.
They spring from instincts
To protect the self
And hence ignore the logic.
Logic is meant for the third person.
24.06.2012

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Twenty Hoss-Power Shay

You have heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay
That was built in such a logical way
It ran a hundred years to a day.
And then, of a sudden, it up and bust,
And all that was left was a mound of dust?
Holmes -- O. W. -- told it well
In a rhyme of his -- what there was to tell --
But the one-hoss shay wasn't "one, two, three"
With a vehicle once belonged to me.

One hoss? No, sir! Not six nor nine --
Twenty there were in this rig of mine!
Twenty hosses as tough as rocks,
All caged up in a sort of box
That stood jist back of the forward wheels!
Right! She was one of those automobiles
With twenty hosses bottled inside -
Hosses that not only pull but ride!
Wonder what Holmes would have had to say
If the mare had rode in his one-hoss shay!
I reckon the shay would have logicked out
Before the century rolled about.

Well, this big touring car, I say,
Was built just like the one-hoss shay --
Some dependable, logical way --
Flipflaps, dujabs, wheels and things,
Levers, thing-gum-bobs and springs,
Hub, and felloe, and hoss-power chest --
One part just as strong as the rest;
So "logic is logic," as Holmes would say,
And no one part could first give way.

Wonderful vehicle, you'll admit,
With not one flaw in the whole of it;
As long as I had it, I declare
I hadn't one cent to pay for repair,
It couldn't break down because, you see,
It was such a logical symphony.

Now for my tale. We're not so slow
These days as a hundred years ago,
And it's like enough that the one-hoss shay,
Ambling along in its sleepy way,
Should creep a century 'thout a break,
But nowadays we aim to make
A pace that is something like a pace,
And if that old shay got in our race
It would stand the pressure twenty days
And go to the home of played-out shays.

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poem by Ellis Parker Butler
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The Age Cannot Dry The Sexual Taste..

Sexual thoughts excite the brain,
Which stimulates sexual organs,
Which activate sexual glands.
Lust is felt all the three stages.

Organs failing, glands can act.
One can still feel about sex.
Glands failing, brain can act.
One can still feel about sex.

No wonder, men and women
Past seventy or eighty,
Are turned on by persons
Direct or in photos or screens.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To cut ages, be with other sex

An eye for woman connects a man’s sexual glands.
When glands dry, feelings for women and sex dry.
To keep it alive, you be to charm the blondes
And in their arousal, your glands are squeezed.
25.12.2000, Pmdi

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Handsome Devil

All the streets are crammed with things
Eager to be held
I know what hands are for
And i'd like to help myself
You ask me the time
But i sense something more
And i would like to give
What i think you're asking for
You handsome devil
Oh, you handsome devil
Let me get my hands
On your mammary glands
And let me get your head
On the conjugal bed
I say, i say, i say
I crack the whip
And you skip
But you deserve it
You deserve it, deserve it, deserve it
A boy in the bush
Is worth two in the hand
I think i can help you get through your exams
Oh, you handsome devil
Oh, let me get my hands
On your mammary glands
And let me get your head
On the conjugal bed
I say, i say, i say
I crack the whip
And you skip
But you deserve it
You deserve it, deserve it, deserve it
And when we're in your scholarly room
Who will swallow whom ?
When we're in your scholarly room
Who will swallow whom ?
You handsome devil
Oh, let me get my hands
On your mammary glands
And let me get your head
On the conjugal bed
I say, i say, i say
There's more to life than books, you know
But not much more
Oh, there's more to life than books, you know
But not much more, not much more
Oh, you handsome devil
Oh, you handsome devil
Ow !

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Talent Fights Talent, Ego Fights Ego

God is supreme, creation of people! !
Supreme people create god supreme!
Where is the beginning and end of the logic?
Mind breaks, in heart fear creates!
Does supreme man create mind, heart and fear?
Spontaneous, natural and automatic! !
Talent breaks talent, logic devours logic!

One talent creates the dyke
How to demolish it, is busy working mine
Everything is within the mind, nothing is out side it!
People is the supreme, you say the truth!
I am the supreme working to make it untruth.

Really! really! things are spontaneous, natural and automatic!
Ego fights ego, talent fights talent, logic devours logic!

poem by Abdul Wahab
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It...Is Out, Of Logic

Treat me like someone who comes to care.
And not anyone you meet...
Recently picked up,
Off a public street.

And...
Treat me like someone who comes to share.
Since if I was not here at all,
My lack of presence...
To you would be clear!

It...
Is out,
Of logic...
That we blend seamlessly our philosophies.
It is out of logic,
That we amend each others' needs.
It is out of logic,
Our chemistries agree.
With an enhancing done...
Of our journeyed destinies,
Together we can accomplish as one.

Treat me like someone who comes to care.
Someone there for you,
Cheerleading you through...
Whatever you do.

And...
Treat me like someone who comes to share.
Assessments of our troubles...
To discuss as we must,
For the purpose of repair.

It...
Is out,
Of logic...
That we blend seamlessly our philosophies.
And...
Treat me like someone who comes to share.
Cheerleading you through...
Whatever you do.

Since it is out of logic,
Our chemistries agree.
To accomplish as one,
Together doing this to get things done.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Get Out

[Singing Chorus]
I get out, I get out of all your boxes
I get out, you can't hold me in these chains
I'll get out
Father free me from this bondage
Knowin' my condition
Is the reason I must change
[Verse 1]
Your stinkin' resolution
Is no type of solution
Preventin' me from freedom
Maintainin' your polution
I won't support your lie no more
I won't even try no more
If I have to die, oh Lord
That's how I choose to live
I won't be compromised no more
I can't be victimised no more
I just don't sympathize no more
Cuz now I understand
You just wanna use me
You say "love" then abuse me
You never thought you'd loose me
But how quickly we forget
That nothin' is for certain
You thought I'd stay here hurtin'
Your guilt trip's just not workin'
Repressin' me to death
Cuz now I'm choosin' life, yo
I take the sacrifice, yo
If everything must go, then go
That's how I choose to live
[Pause]
[Singing rest of Verse 1]
That's how I choose to live...
Hehehehe, awhh
No more compromises
I see past your diguises
Blindin' through mind control
Stealin' my eternal soul
Appealin' through material
To keep me as your slave
[Singing Chorus]
But I get out
Oh, I get out of all your boxes
I get out
Oh, you can't hold me in these chains
I'll get out
Oh, I want out of social bondage
Knowin' my condition

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song performed by Lauryn Hill
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You Don't Need To Tell Me You Don't Care

You don’t need to tell me you don’t care, not caring
is an environmental condition since humans became
too dangerous to trust their own minds as the world,
let themselves be morning doves in the phoenix-fire of the sumac,
or a light within a light like a planet in the dusk,
the pink lilac of Mercury, the flashing white
gardenia of Venus. Killing only lets you be
one thing else
after you’ve deleted all the rest. Not caring
is the shape of a final heart, the rose recast by the minerals
as stone, cell by cell, nest by nest, petrified
by the cuckoo whose young shoulder the eggs of its host out
like refugees that take over the government
that gives them shelter. Not caring
is an ancient battlefield in the morning
where crows and old women, idiots, wretches, dogs
plunder the dead lying like islands in the mist,
a cemetery of maggots that froze before
they could finish eating the horse. Not caring
is deciding to live without punctuation
because everywhere you went something got in your way
like crosswalks or streetlights, your desire for precious metals,
to drink the silver pure, frustrated everywhere
by the corroded goblets and encrustations
of people who smiled like ores and tons of granite. Not caring,
is a leftover of porous slag and a gaping quarry,
and the gifts of not caring are always accidental
and come wrapped in the skins of old enemies, a relic of fangs
that fell out like the phases of the moon
when the new ones with their upgraded toxins appeared.

You don’t have to tell me you don’t care,
I’ve lived under glaciers long enough to know
the knives of the small arctics that plunge through the heart
like kingfishers never cry; I know
the striations of stone eyes
that leave their runic watermarks
like scars and coats of arms on a shield, how
the polar caps can descend down over a skull
for thousands of years and the people revert to hides.
Not caring is a moth-eaten charter
of inalienable human blights;
chained like a telephone book to the left side
of a junkie Medusa that sold Pegasus to a riding academy
for the last hit to take off her head
long before Perseus showed up like a rehab centre.
Not caring is a way of saying
the world has let you down like an elopement
you once waited for all night at a window
when windows were made of water,

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poem by Patrick White
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The want of logic annoys. Too much logic bores. Life eludes logic, and everything that logic alone constructs remains artificial and forced.

quote by Andre Gide
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Happier

logic can be so tiring,
though sweet and straightforward
but it can be too exacting

and sometimes it does not work for us
it serves us a bowl of
destruction
less the imagination
hating the temporary cure of a fantasy
an illusion of glass
and light
and the provision for smell
of rare oils of lavender and
lemon

do you know that i have given too much reasoning
in exchange for the cold glass of
passivity?

i mean, just sitting down thinking about nothing
discarding the formula for living

like a bowl of clay under the sun
containing upon itself the song and caress of
sunlight

so gentle like a waft of air
around its ring

it is when i discharge what i have
when i surrender what i think i must be
that i become
fully alive

logic can be murderous
not allowing any twist of fate
on solid predictions
of this and that
with no allowance for a miracle

logic can kill us
how can it entertain other possibilities?

it is all numbers and facts
for which life is not.

i embrace possibilities now
as logic taunts and laughs

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hello, Saint VALENTINE - See me - a BROKEN-HEARTED Fellow: Part-2

While love is burning my empire
She is stoking embers of hidden fires in me, she, a vampire!
Alas! I landed in no man's land and in fire
Yet in tantalizing problems and in dire...
She is my glass of wine, no logic!
And no magic! But love is all time tragic!

There is a trend set by fellow poets......
Sing and dance and drink and sink to become idiots
In the moments of saddest without any energy;
So I too started with this mourning elegy;
She is my glass of wine, no logic!
And no magic! But love is all time tragic!

Skepticism, Hamletan in-action crept in me
Like snail, and my love is doomed and tsunami is she!
She likes lollipop! But I'm a big flop with this sullen rhyme...
Train! Train! No brain but love is all time human crime;
She is my glass of wine, no logic!
And no magic! But love is all time tragic!

Morrow! Morrow! No tomorrow.......
But borrow! Borrow! Only sorrow......
Now, ten million dollars question is, why?
I don't know who am I?
She is my glass of wine, no logic!
And no magic! But love is all time tragic!
............................................. ................................................. .................
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Just take a break! Now READ PART1 to make your reading wholesome.

Hello, Saint VALENTINE - See me - a BROKEN-HEARTED Fellow: Part-1

poem by Harindhar Reddy
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Livin

Here it is, a dope hit
Iceman comin with a dope hit
Cause a few suckers need their throats slit
Jealous cause I went multi-platinum
Now Im gonna blast em in the head till theyre dead with my magnum
Lyrics might be simplistic, but Im no gimp
On the strip, cause I know how to pimp it
Now I got grip and suckers keep sinking in my quicksand
Vanilla ice, vocal hitman
Got the number three in my crosses, sittin on the rooftop
Bop bop bop
And you fools drop, (scratching over pop goes the weasel
Was a big fl-fl-flop flop
Brothers didnt like your record 'cause it wasnt hip hop hop
But this aint a dis 'cause you sold gold
Still, I made a killin and it aint even a 10 - 11 million
Given my rhyming spice while my djs on the slice
Vanilla ice is back on the map, with the wrath of the ice king
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
Chorus
Why is that I disperse
Why does God shun
Why does my man try to run my actions
Why is that I disperse
Why does God shun
Why does my man try to run my actions
Its my living condition
Its my living condition
Its my living condition
Its my living condition
Etch on a sketch on a rhyme like an architect
Now watch your back son, cause you might lose your neck
Pound-for-pound, I rock the ground I stand on
I rock records, every record at random
Flyin heads, as the heads get full
Thoughts and speakers get ripped and torn
To my tomb
Im wicked as a witch on a broom stick
I smash bricks with one lick
Chorus
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
You dont get a second chance
Cause and tremors bring the scales in hand

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