Everything sucks! But there's still hope. Twice a week Taylor shares a quick thought from one of the world's best thinkers to help you get through this terrible, terrible time to be alive.
Today we look at the classic poem, "To the Virgins. to Make Much of Time" by Robert Herrick and we remind ourselves that we are alive.
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven the sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.
That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time,
And, while ye may, go marry;
For, having lost but once your prime,
You may forever tarry.
5 Nov 2020
Take a break. Orwell said so.
Today we look at a short quote from Orwell's Animal Farm
3 Nov 2020
No Worse
Today we look at a poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins.
BY GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS (https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/gerard-manley-hopkins)
No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief,
More pangs will, schooled at forepangs, wilder wring.
Comforter, where, where is your comforting?
Mary, mother of us, where is your relief?
My cries heave, herds-long; huddle in a main, a chief
Woe, wórld-sorrow; on an áge-old anvil wince and sing —
Then lull, then leave off. Fury had shrieked 'No ling-
ering! Let me be fell: force I must be brief."'
O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall
Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed. Hold them cheap
May who ne'er hung there. Nor does long our small
Durance deal with that steep or deep. Here! creep,
Wretch, under a comfort serves in a whirlwind: all
Life death does end and each day dies with sleep.
22 Oct 2020
Being Ourselves
Today is a reflection on a quote from Gregory Maguire's novel Wicked.
"When the times are a crucible when the air is full of crisis," she said, "those who are the most themselves are the victims."
20 Oct 2020
Ozymandias
Today we look at Ozymandian by Percy Bysshe Shelly. The full poem can be found below:
I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
13 Oct 2020
Who knows?
Today we look at a very, very short poem by Robert Frost.
“We dance round in a ring and suppose,
But the Secret sits in the middle and knows.”
― Robert Frost
8 Oct 2020
So, so tired of waiting.
Today we look to Langston Hughes. The full poem can be found below:
I am so tired of waiting,
Aren’t you,
For the world to become good
And beautiful and kind?
Let us take a knife
And cut the world in two –
And see what worms are eating
At the rind.
-Langston Hughes
6 Oct 2020
It's just the way it is
It's hard to remember that we aren't always in control. But that's just the way it is.
Here is the quote:
“The cucumber is bitter? Then throw it out.
There are brambles in the path? Then go around them.
That’s all you need to know. Nothing more. Don’t demand to know ‘why such things exist.’ Anyone who understands the world will laugh at you, just as a carpenter would if you seemed shocked at finding sawdust in his workshop, or a shoemaker at scraps of leather left over from work”
- Meditations, Book 8
1 Oct 2020
Wait Without Hope
Waiting on the world to change isn't new. We've been doing it forever. It isn't easy, but we're gonna make it.
Here's today's poem:
Wait Without Hope
By: T.S. Eliot (https://dailypoetry.me/poets/t-s-eliot/)
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
Whisper of running streams, and winter lightning.
The wild thyme unseen and the wild strawberry,
The laughter in the garden, echoed ecstasy
Not lost, but requiring, pointing to the agony
Of death and birth.
1 Oct 2020
Hey, YOU'RE gonna make it.
Let's be real. Life sucks.
This is a podcast made for you by the best philosophers, poets, and scholars the world has ever known. Each of these great thinkers knew that we live in difficult times, and they have some advice for us. Every Tuesday and Thursday Taylor Kerby (of Talk About It (https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/talk-about-it/id1515038294)) brings you little taste of that advice and some of his own thoughts.
Each episode is under five minutes and will give you just enough strength to make it to the next one.
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